Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
the heart of Irsyad

Irsyad has just finished his lustful business with Rahma. A little strange according to Rahma, her husband more often, even almost every day he asked to serve Rahma. Hugged him suddenly. Giving a touch like not her husband. Rahma touched Irsyad's face which was still at home to kiss her forehead.

"Mas Irsyad why?" ask Rahma. Irsyad grabbed Rahma's hand and kissed her too.

"It's okay. Rahma said that now I rarely indulge Rahma, right? So mas will spoil Rahma every day." he said. Kiss her again on the lips of Rahma.

A little push in the chest. Rahma let go of her husband's kiss.

"The gas is weird." he said.

"Weird why?" ask Irsyad.

"Like not my husband" he replied. Rahma also touched Irsyad's forehead and muttered to read the verse of the chair.

Irsyad looked at him confused. "Why bacain mas Ayat kursi anyway?" ask Irsyad.

"Didn't you feel the heat?" ask Rahma. Irsyad shook his head not understanding his meaning.

"That's not Jin being my husband."

Irsyad. Laugh at hearing that. "O Allah, how can you think of that?" ask Irsyad.

"Since it's more thirsty just like Rahma a few days ago" said Rahma.

"Well how the hell? I was saying. If the mas wants to spoil Rahma so that Rahma does not feel mas changed." he said.

"But my husband is usually not like this. Don't-don't the Jin? Muslim genie, so it doesn't feel hot?" Rahma.

Irsyad laughed again. "Funny this ade, can-can think mas Jin. O Allah. Yes, Jin wants to pray first, pray the sunnah first before intercourse?" irsyad said, Rahma also chuckled.

"Also, Rahma also read an article about Jin who can like humans and can be transformed into our partner, then raise her, Rahma is afraid." Rahma.

"You are yes, there is only. Sometimes there is something like that, baby. Na'uzubillahiminzalik it, this must be your husband really. Irsyad Fadilah bin Kyai Mukhtar." he said. Rahma also felt silly.

"Beauty first yuk later just slept." invite Irsyad. Rahma nodded. Irsyad covered Rahma's body with her bathrobe while she only wore a towel that wrapped around her waist, both of them clean together in the bathroom cubicle.

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The night is getting late, Rahma has fallen deeper into her subconscious. Dreamed a lot of things there. While Irsyad was still awake while rubbing the back of Rahma who was sleeping with a slanted position while hugging her.

I don't know why his face... The woman's face is hard to lose. That's why Irsyad always regretted that day.

The day that Isti's veil came off before him so that Irsyad could again see his face that had not changed. Still cold in view as before.

"Astaghfirullahalazim.." murmured Irsyad. He also released Rahma's hand slowly and then turned up to the clock that had shown at eleven o'clock at night.

His hand turned to a drawer on the table next to his bed. He wanted to reach for a small Qur'an in it. Irsyad used to read the Holy Verse when he was on the verge of heartbreak that made him unable to sleep.

The drawer opened, just now the hand wanted to reach the sacred verse but diverted to the prayer beads that had been asked Rahma the other day.

(Flashback is on)

"Annisa Nur Istiqomah." Irsyad cried when he was giving away his students and students.

"Hadir sir." cried Isti. Irsyad was surprised. The girl who pulled her prayer beads until she broke up was in her class.

'So her name is Anissa Nur Istiqomah, Istiqomah? Isti?' inner Irsyad, with a faint smile.

In recent days, Irsyad has paid little attention to girls who have never been absent to visit the mosque to pray dhuha there, in addition to that. Irsyad initially thought the girl was teaching. But when he ventured to glance at the window of the mosque precisely inside the curtain of the female worshipers he found the fact that the girl was memorizing rather than reading it. From there little seeds of admiration began to grow.

Want to ask the real Irsyad to people who know him to find out who the name of the Ukhti. The gentle girl. But not brave. He just kept it all in his heart. Until finally he passed by Isti who was in a hurry to make a prayer beads that he held must be damaged attracted to his fingers.

To be honest when the girl panicked Irsyad also panicked. How not the girl he admired was opening her voice. Taking one by one the prayer beads that he used to hold so that a vibration he felt. Even his legs were stiff did not want to waltz away. It was only after the girl had moved away that she could turn her head towards him. Just a quick glance and he continued his steps back to the place of taking ablution water beside the mosque.

And finally today exactly two days after the incident of tasbih break up he just found out that the girl was named Anissa Nur Istiqomah.

Irsyad also started the material but this time was much more nervous than usual. All because Isti is in his class. Observing the material he was describing until class hours ended Irsyad arranged his book to put it back in his bag.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir Irsyad."

"Getishalam." Irsyad lifted his head and the book in his hand fell down. He also returned down.

"A... What was? Is there anything you can help. Isti?" ask Irsyad nervously.

"Issti?" He muttered, Isti smiled. "I'm sorry, my name is Nissa sir." she said softly. What a smooth and soft sound that is really able to make Irsyad freeze. He could not speak let alone move a little part of his body.

"Look sir, I want to return the prayer beads Irsyad" he said.

"Emmm it... It doesn't need to be, already, you better keep it." he said.

Isti put the bagbih on the table near Irsyad's hand. "I'm sorry once again Mr. Irsyad. I really accidentally broke my father's prayer beads. And sorry because some of the seeds were missing so I replaced them with beads" said Isti. Irsyad was silent. His eyes glanced at the prayer beads before him.

'Very beautiful.' Inner Irsyad was pleased with the prayer beads that already looked more special than usual.

"I'm sorry sir, I can only fix it a little if it's ugly. Please understand." he said.

"Yes. It's okay, thank you so much."

"Together sir." Like a student with his teacher. Isti had absolutely no thought of liking Ustadz Irsyad at that time. He just behaves as usual as he behaves to other lecturers.

In contrast to Irsyad who increasingly felt nervous about him.

After Isti said his greetings and left. Irsyad just dared to bring his hands closer to the prayer beads. Although his hands were very trembling but the happiest smile was flicked.

And since then anyway. Her tasbih who had stayed a few days at Isti's house increasingly became her favorite prayer beads. Wherever Irsyad always carries it. As a tool to count while in the middle of thinking after prayer.