Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
arrival of guests from afar (extra part 1)

It has been a few days since Rahma's anger on Irsyad.

now her husband even, it seems to have rarely filled da'wah on every occasion. Until she heard it herself from her husband's lips when a committee of the recitation asked her to be a performer.

Politely, rejected by Irsyad. The reason he is wanting to rest for a while in the world of tilawah.

Rahma herself was confused, especially Irsyad so often pensive in the middle room chair, and spent more time reading books, in addition to playing with her two children.

Until one day. Irsyad was sitting in the middle room reading his thick books.

All Irsyad's books are about Islamic laws and hadiths.

Rahma placed a cup of coffee in front of Irsyad, with a smile on her back. He rubbed Rahma's head and kissed her.

"Thank you for my passion" he said gently, grabbing a cup of coffee and drinking it.

Rahma smiled, giving a kiss on her husband's cheek when Irsyad finished sipping the coffee and put it back on the table. "Mas, the one who was present was one of the committee of study, right?" ask Rahma.

"Yes right on deck." replied Irsyad.

"Sorry not Rahma eavesdropping, but when Rahma presented the drink last afternoon, Rahma heard the mas refused to preach. Why is it mas?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad. He took off his glasses and gently stroked Rahma's hair.

"mas wants to rest, dear." she replied.

Rahma was stunned. "why suddenly, do you want to rest?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad kissed Rahma's forehead. "All because, mas is not feeling good to be a role model who can only give tilawah to mas worshipers, but mas can still turn to a mistake."

Rahma. "Is it all because of our problems the other day?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad smiles. Pesanda.

"My husband is not bad, I am still a devout man. Mas still deserves to be called ustadz." said Rahma.

Irsyad was just silent in a smile that did not know what it meant, which he certainly did not want to bring up the problem that had ended.

"Mas, don't make Rahma feel guilty. Rahma did not consider my husband a bad man" Rahma said while holding Irsyad's hand.

"Daddy, I'm just tired. I don't know why I'm tired of this kind of life. Pursuing is very easy, which is difficult to run. I don't want to be told the teacher but I don't practice what I teach. Like we forbid people to stay away from mud puddles, but mas itself even went into the mud puddles" he said.

"Also the deck of Rahma used to say, 'Rahma is afraid to marry an ustadz, because the ustadz is easily duplicated.' now mas will obey your will. They will stop preaching." he continued.

Rahma widened her eyeballs "That was it. Rahma believes that you will not be double. And just yesterday?"

Cupp Irsyad kissed Rahma's lips, then rubbed them with her thumb. "Not discussed, baby. Mas does not want to open a conversation about it anymore, for mas it has become a black notebook that has been closed tightly." he said.

Rahma was silent. Until shortly both of them heard the sound of a car stopping in the courtyard of the house.

"Something seems to be coming." murmured Irsyad. Until shortly there was a knock.

"Just look at the deck." Irsyad. Rahma nodded too. As Irsyad rubbed Rahma's head and walked towards the front room.

Irsyad opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum ustadz, Alhamdulillah, I finally found the Ustadz house" said a middle-aged man.

"I am one of the ustadz pilgrims from the city of Bandung. Who have attended several Ustadz studies, and often also watch a vidio of Ustadz lectures on the Internet" he said.

Irsyad smiled and thanked him and let him in. Before that he had permission to enter first approached Rahma.

In the middle room Rahma was still sitting there.

"Sir, please make a drink yes for guests outside." said Irsyad.

"Yes" replied Rahma. Irsyad smiled and went back to his guests.

"Sorry father, whose name is it? Did you come all the way from bandung deliberately here to see me or is there really an activity here?" ask Irsyad kindly.

"I'm sorry Ustadz, maybe I've been disrespectful to interrupt Ustadz coming at night like this."

Irsyad chuckled a little. "No sir, I'm glad someone wants to visit" he replied.

"Thank Ustadz. My name is Ruslan, I came from Ustadz. To get to Ustadz."

"Well, what an honor it is to come all the way to meet me. I'm so flattered." replied Irsyad. Mr. Ruslan smiled.

"Now Ustadz. My goal came to nothing but to seek enlightenment from Ustadz. I was feeling worried, even I had the intention to end my life because I was unable to live life like this" he said.

"Astaghfirullahalazim, I'm sorry, what's wrong? Why do you think like that?"

The man was silent for a moment. He rubbed his slightly wet eyes and reopened his voice. "I am a member of the Council, so gallant and authoritative. That's what people see of me Ustadz." he said, Irsyad was just a beard listening.

"I've been guilty of hiding a big secret from my wife" he said.

"After two years, I kept the honey. I have another wife in a different city, unbeknownst to my wife."

Degg Irsyad. He asked the man to stop talking for a moment. When he heard Rahma's footsteps coming out.

In silence Rahma put down a cup of tea belonging to the guest and some pastries as a companion.

"Please Mr. Ruslan." Irsyad.

"Thank you Ustadz, ma'am." His speech. Rahma smiled and walked back in.

"Wait a minute sir." said Irsyad who then stepped back following Rahma.

"Daddy, hold on." Call her. Rahma also looked.

"In the room first. Watch TV in the room. I want to have an important chat with the guests outside." said Irsyad. Rahma nodded in understanding.

Irsyad sat on his bench again. "Please continue sir. You said you had a new wife without first wife's knowledge?"

"Ustadz. The first few days, it was very fun. But actually the second wife who both wanted me to be his completely, he began to act Ustadz. Until the end of my first wife knew about it. At first we had a big fight, but for the sake of the children who still need me, finally my first wife decided to give up and let me have two wives."

"i thought I would be comfortable living my life after getting permission from my first wife. Two months later, my second wife began to forbid me to go home to my first wife. For all sorts of reasons."

Irsyad frowned. "Why could that be?" ask Irsyad.

"All because he didn't want me to sleep with my first wife. My time has been devoted to him a lot. I only went home to my first wife on Saturdays and Sundays, because indeed my workplace was closer to my second wife's house."

Irsyad was still listening.