The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
qori's father's punishment (extra part)

Switch for a moment to another place...

Ustadz Farhat just got home from a tahlilan event at his neighbor's house, at ten o'clock tonight.

A sweet smile swept her greeting call. Making him return the smile of Qori who was giving ASI to Agam.

"Dad's son hasn't slept? Or was he awake?" Tanya Farhat rubbed the tiny head of Agam who was sucking ASI from Qori.

"Build mas... He was shit about it." Answer Qori.

"Ohh..." Ustadz Farhat moved while rubbing Qori's head, he changed his clothes with a t-shirt and left the sheath.

Then sit on the lip of the bed, observing the girl until she finished giving ASI.

Qori put Agam back on his bed, and covered the tiny body with a blanket.

"Dik" call Farhat. Qori also looked. On the pats of the mattress that was in front of him, commanding the girl to come closer and sit before him, made Qori smile faintly at that.

"Why what?" Ask him, close the slow.

"You talk" replied Farhat. "This is why, we're talking yuk."

"Yes, um." Stepping closer to Farhat and sitting before him, while both of Farhat's hands were instantly coiled around his waist hugging from behind. "Scented. Wear what perfume you are."

"Haha... Don't wear any perfume, which has the smell of Agam..."

"Then anyway? But how do you keep kissing?"

"Oh my goodness....If you want to kiss, just kiss." Chuckles, Holding back amusedly as Farhat begins to kiss her.

"The stale base first dik... Let it be safe." Chuckled again both, until the kiss turned to the lips, long enough.

it ended with a smile from Farhat, and also Qori after finishing making out with each other.

"Oh yes Dik... By the way, we haven't visited you since we last met you at the Qabul ijab." Farhat said, hearing that Qori's smile dimmed.

"Yes mas. But let it. Qori doesn't want to see him anymore." Qori's gaze changed, like there was a look of hatred there.

"Why?" Tanya Farhat stroked gently Qori's hair.

"I don't know if I want Qori to see you again." The girl replied, looking down.

Farhat sighed, he understood, Like his Qori is still very angry at his father.

Grabbing the bowed chin and lifting it slowly.

"He's your father." Gentle Farhat.

"But I'm still disappointed, he's been hurting me all this time. I may have been quiet before. But when he said he wanted to be my guardian, as long as Farhat fulfilled the dowry according to his request. He's not patas I consider father anymore."

"Astagfirullah... Istighfar Dik, I don't like you to talk like that. Your sins later."

"But he always zolimi me mas." Qori's eyes began to wet, "and peak, as she forced me to rent out my uterus for money. Added to him is like selling me to you." Qori continued, Farhat grabbed Qori's hand and took her in his arms.

"Do you remember the story of Joseph? What it was like when he was always zolimi by his brothers, thrown into a well that had no water. And when he was made sure he had not died, his brothers even sold it to a rich merchant. So what did he do? Did Joseph hate his brothers?" Mas Farhat asked, wiping away Qori's tears. "No, he hugged his brother one by one, praying that they would all be forgiven for blaspheming him, insisting on him. And even throw it away."

"That's just a sibling, let alone a father. Want whatever father is. Want as bad a father as possible until you almost kill you, you have to forgive him."

"But it hurts too much. If you say, I wasn't married to you, I don't know. After what happens to me, maybe you'll be hooked to offer yourself to those who want a child."

"I'm sure your father still has a heart."

"Mas doesn't know my father." Qori looked down again.

"I know he's rude... But I want you to forgive him." He said, to the wife who was just silent.

"The... Forgiving people is mandatory law, there is even one story when later in Padang Mahsyar... There was a human being who was weighing his practice. At that time there was no good practice from him, only bad practice. To the extent that Allah SWT asked the angel, to check again. And the angel still found no other practice, except one. He always forgave others, and never held a grudge against anyone. Until finally he survived the torture." Clearly Farhat made Qori return to shed tears in his eyes to look at him. "Tomorrow we'll see dad?" The Farhat.

"I'm not sure he's at the mas house."

"We'll just try. Don't know yet."

"If there is a mas definitely help, if not yes not."

"That right?"

"It's okay Qori, don't feel so bad, I'm not someone else's husband anymore... Yea? tomorrow we go to Tambun. I want to go to Lek's house."

"Yes, yes..." Qori gave up, and hoped that tomorrow would not be a strange thing that made her feel even more uneasy. While Farhat murmured, he smiled, as he approached Qori's lips, and spread his body, and the conversation continued on their intimate activities in bed.

***

Outside the clear sky, the sunlight began to warm up.

With a feeling of misgivings, Qori was just silent, when the Farhat mas motorbike had entered the alley where he used to live.

Some people looked at him and whispered, I don't know what? Either you might feel happy or fooling Farhat ustadz who just wants to marry a woman like Qori.

But the stupid with that is, the most he worries about right now is even her husband. He was afraid that his father would sue him again.

Until the motor matic began to stop in front of Qori's simple house.

Qori went down with Farhat's hand.

The house was very quiet, messy and dirty. Like it's been unused for months. Has his father not been home all this time?

"It seems lonely huh, brother?" Tanya Farhat took off Qori's helmet.

"Yes mas. And it's empty this house for so long." The girl walked up to the door of the house, then peered at the glass window. "Oh Allah the house is a mess." Qori muttered later.

"Are we trying to get in or what?"

"Don't do it, the house is dirty. Kasian Agam."

"Let's clean up, you're outside first. We'll stay the night."

"Mending is not necessary. Long time ago when I cleaned this house. Just go to Haidir's house." Qori suggested.

"so yeah. Yes, it is..." Farhat put the helmet back on Qori's head, and next he turned the bike before Qori boarded. Until a neighbor approached them.

"Qori?" Call a middle-aged woman, let's just call Ms. Ndari.

"Eh... Yes Ma?"

"How are you doing? Oh my goodness." He shook Qori's hand. The girl smiled too.

"Alhamdulillah Ma'am." Answer Qori. She turned to Ustadz Farhat.

"Ustad..." Greeting with a smile that is returned with a nod of the head while smiling.

"Bu Ndari? Qori wants to ask, this house is empty for a long time, right? How it seems to be a mess."

"Obviously Qori, you don't know what it is? If your father goes to Bui?"

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Qori and Farhat answered almost simultaneously.

"Bui entry? When is Mom, and what's her fault?" Qori was suddenly worried.

"Two months ago... The murder of a woman. So she killed her date, at one of the hotels. That's what I hear."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, mr..." Qori cried, Farhat immediately wrapped around Qori's shoulder to calm down.

"In Which Rutan is Mom?" Tanya Farhat who was immediately shown her place by Mother Ndari earlier.

"To my knowledge, your father was sentenced to life imprisonment by Qori." Connect Bu Ndari later.

"Oh God." Qori was getting less and less willing to hear it.

"Emmm. Thanks for the information, ma'am. And sorry we have to go back." Cut off Farhat who did not want Qori to get even sadder from hearing the news. Coming home was the best decision for him.