Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
tasbih love

Ba'dha zhuhur Ustadz Irsyad and Ustadz Rahmat are already standing in a campus parking lot.

"Would you just use my car or how's this tadz?" ask Irsyad.

"We use our own vehicle Ustadz. Let after this go straight home" he replied.

"Oh well then. Mari Tadz" said Irsyad as he opened his car door.

"Yes tadz" replied Ustadz Rahmat. Which then walked towards his car.

They also made a decision. Visiting Mr. Huda's house using their respective vehicles.

Arriving at an alley Irsyad and Ustadz Rahmat got out of their car.

"Come." Invite Ustadz Rahmat, Irsyad also nodded both ways in tandem, entering the alley. It was almost up to them near Mr. Huda's house but for a moment Irsyad remembered something left in his car.

"Astaghfirullah, sorry tadz I have to go back to the car, my phone is left behind. Ustadz continue first, I will follow." said Irsyad.

"Oh yes Ustadz."

Irsyad turned around, he walked out of the alley to his car and grabbed the phone left on the dashboard of his car. Then walk back into the alley again.

Bruuyuk. Irsyad looked back quickly. A moment after hearing something from behind, which was accompanied by the sound of crying as well.

"Innallillah." Irsyad approached a child who fell on his stomach due to running. The boy was about five years old. Wearing cocoa with a bag in his carry seems like the child just came home to teach.

"Cup cup.. Don't cry deck. Let me see ya? Where's that sick?" ask Irsyad gently. The child was still sobbing due to the slightly blisters on his knees and palms.

"already, it's okay, the whiz can't cry huh. Let's take you home." Irsyad held the child.

"Where's house?" irsyad asked as he walked, the boy only answered him with his index finger pointing towards the front. Irsyad smiled as he continued to follow the direction of the boy.

Close to the goal. The boy pointed at a simple green house.

"That's her house?" irsyad asked, the boy nodded. Before long a veiled woman came out while holding a child.

"Bill?" Call her. His eyes then turned to Irsyad.

"Oh Allah, Mr. Irsyad. How come?" Mumbled.

Irsyad approached the woman. "Assalamu'alaikum ma'am, sorry this kid fell in front of the alley" said Irsyad kindly.

"Emmm, thank you sir." he said.

From there Irsyad only realized he was like recognizing the voice of the woman before him.

'Wait.' The inner Irsyad who seemed to remember something.

A small hand from the child he was carrying pulled the veil, making the veil detach.

Irsyad was stunned, for a moment his eyes were fixed on the face he knew.

"Issti?" mummy Irsyad. The woman quickly closed her face. Irsyad turned away.

"Thank you, Mr. Irsyad, for helping my son" he said. "I'm sorry I had to enter assalamu'alaikum" said the woman who then took Bilal's hand and hurried into his house.

"Walaikumsalam." he murmured softly.

Irsyad immediately turned the bow he walked quickly to the house of Mr. Huda who was not far from the house of Isti.

In front of Huda's house. Ustadz Rahmat has sat on the porch of Huda's house with him of course. Irsyad approached both.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Irsyad as he shook Huda's hand and hugged him.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah" he replied.

"Where have these been? How just arrived, did the car park far away?" ledek Pak Huda's.

"Sir Huda could have. Sorry, I helped a child first. How's Mr Huda doing?" ask Irsyad.

"It's better."

"Thank God, sir." Irsyad smiles. "Sorry, I have to ask? Does Isti still live near here huh?" Reciprocity.

"Issti?" mr. Huda thought for a moment, remembering the name of Isti like it was no stranger to him.

"Who is tadz?"

"Nur Istiqomah."

"Who is that sir?" ask Ustadz Rahmat.

"Women who will be at Ustadz Irsyad. His former student. He thought for too long, rather did not dare, and his turn was already brave eh already in the preaching of others first." replied Mr. Huda while chuckling.

"Wow." Ustadz Rahmat also chuckled.

Irsyad's reddened face was embarrassed because Mr. Huda opened his past story on Ustadz Rahmat.

"Ustadz why suddenly asked that, remember there is already a wife now. And again antum still remember the call unfortunately. Haha." Mr. Huda laughed.

"astaghfirullahalazim, why talk like that sir?" Irsyad felt uncomfortable with the plunge of Huda's sir.

"Sorry ustadz. Just kidding. Only Ustadz Irsyad loh called nisa Isti."

Irsyad shook his head and chose to change the subject. Not to go too deep into it.

On the porch of the house the three continued to chat matters related to the health of Mr. Huda. The man had DHF but for now he is fine after five days in the hospital.

After chatting quite satisfied the two Ustadz say goodbye. Returning home because Ustadz Rahmat's wife had contacted him to go home quickly. Time is also getting late afternoon.

***

At seven o'clock in the evening Irsyad had just returned from the mosque.

slowly Irsyad opened the door of his room while saying a greeting that was immediately greeted by Rahma warmly, inside he found Rahma breastfeeding Noah in the twin bed, while Rumi was asleep.

"already on the bobo son of abi." said Irsyad while peeping Rumi's cheek, then the head of Noah, and last landed on Rahma's forehead.

"just wait a minute, wait for Noah to fall asleep, and Rahma will accompany her dinner."

Irsyad smiled as he nodded. "mas go down first." said Irsyad. Rahma also agreed.

Irsyad walked out into the living room and approached a bookcase that was there.

"many books here that I have finished reading, rather than on the shelf, mending I submit to the campus library only."

Irsyad grabbed a carton box and then grabbed some books that were still arranged there one by one he put into the carton box.

"the dust is a lot, yes, long time does not fix it." both hands still continue to work to clean up one by one the books.

praaaakkk something fell Irsyad was stunned. he grabbed a prayer beads that had just fallen.

'sorry Ustadz, there are some seeds missing, so I replaced them with other beads.' Isti's words when giving up the prayer beads suddenly rang out.

"why is this bagbih still there?" muttered.

"mas Irsyad." call Rahma. Irsyad was shocked.

"ay Allah Rahma surprised me." His speech. Rahma chuckled a little.

"is gold doing something right?" Ask Rahma.

"yes deck. this book has very much menuh-menuhin shelves so it is being sorted" he replied.

"what's this?" Rahma grabbed the prayer beads in Irsyad's hands.

"beautiful, just knew there was a bagbih like this. five other seeds but in good order even so it looks beautiful." His speech.

Irsyad kept silent, watching Rahma who was still holding the prayer beads.

"is this still wearing?" Ask Rahma. Irsyad.

"make Rahma yes."

"uhuh?"

"make Rahma mas."

"Rahma right, there is already a tasbih. This is dusty dear dirty too right."

"it's okay to clean up. Yeah, make Rahma." Rahma wrapped her hands around Irsyad's waist. Irsyad smiled and nodded slowly.

"happy." Rahma was excited so that Irsyad kissed Rahma's forehead long enough.

'o Allah, the Almighty, please strengthen my heart, only for my wife Rahma. Don't you waver just because you meet again with the girl from my past.' Irsyad returned Rahma's embrace tightly.

"mas loves you Rahma's deck." she muttered very softly, and she smiled, because she could still hear him.