The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
end of the Qori story (extra part)

Still on the same day, after knowing what happened Qori and Farhat came to a rutan where Pak Lukman was detained because of his mistake.

While Agam they leave it to Lek Hilman's wife for a while.

There Keduanyan was faced with a man whose hands were in handcuffs, leaning on his stool while looking down.

"What's it for?" He asked, not wanting to look at the puffy pair of eyes before him.

"Sir, you're okay, right?" Ask Qori.

"You think?" Cold answer. I don't know what is in the middle of thinking Mr. Lukman, who must have been from earlier he just lowered his head.

"Mr? May Qori ask, why are you here?"

"You've just come, haven't you? You know what my mistake was? I killed that woman jal*ng for blackmailing me. But I'm satisfied he's dead."

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Gumam Ustadz Farhat. While his hand was clasping tightly onto Qori's hand.

"Father knows killing people is a sin?" Ask Qori.

"No matter... For sure I can vent my emotions." The answer.

"But?"

"You'd better go home, Qori, let the father rot here. What matters is that you're happy with your husband and son." Mr. Lukman moved, he still lowered his head.

"Sir wait." Qori also moved. But Lukman continued to step inside, until Qori approached and grabbed his father's arm. "Mr?" Call him again, while Mr. Lukman is still turning his face away.

"Mr Qori always loved him.... Qori kept praying that you would stay healthy, and change even better." Qori.

And without answering anything, Mr. Lukman brushed off the hand slowly and then stepped back in leaving Qori who was still crying there.

Farhat immediately calmed him down. He asked Qori to sit down again.

There pak Lukman's steps stopped, he whispered something to the guard, immediately the guard nodded then asked one guard to grab a piece of paper and the pen then handed it to Mr. Lukman.

After finishing one of the guards came out to Qori and Farhat who were still there, hand over a piece of paper written by Mr. Lukman who was quickly opened and read by Qori.

(Qori... I'm not a good father, that's why, this punishment I deserve. When you see the figure of a man who is willing to wait for you, you feel calm. That's why you don't bother you anymore, and let you be happy with your husband.

Sorry, if you've been mean to you all this time. At home, there is a father's savings book, dowry money from your husband has not been used. Just take the money, I give it to my granddaughter. Take good care of him, as my guilt-redeemer to you. You said you always loved dad?

I don't know, whether you believe it or not. If you really love you, too.... Although it is too late and has planted hatred in your heart, because of the depression of the father who lost your mother to vent it all on you. Now let the father here, until death pick me up. And you should be happy afterwards with your new family.)

"Mr...?" Qori muttered her tears. Farhat there can only wipe away the tears of his wife.

He also read the writing, then rubbed Qori's head.

While Farhat came out for a moment to grab something in his motorcycle seat, in the form of his sarong and prayer mat.

He went back in and handed it to a guard.

"Sir please give this to Mr. Lukman inside ya." Farhat said, and the guard just nodded in acceptance.

Farhat approached Qori again, and invited him home.

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In the dark time, Farhat's motorbike arrived in front of the house.

He quickly opened the door for Qori who was carrying Agam, while he brought their clothes bag whose intention was to spend the night at Lukman's house but did not.

After laying Agam in the cot, Qori removed her hijab. Then some clean in the bathroom, after which he came out along with Farhat who entered with a glass of warm tea in hand, walking while closing the door of their room. Then sit on the bed.

"Sit here, I want to talk." Farhat. Qori agreed and sat down next to Farhat who immediately grabbed Qori's hand. "How are you feeling right now?" Ask Farhat.

"It's much better than that."

"Is there still a grudge in your heart?" Ask her.

"No mas... I feel sorry for you, too."

"here... Mas only try to make you happy, but can not promise also because mas Farhat is also just an ordinary man. Who can make mistakes."

"Yes, Qori understood. This alone Qori already felt lucky because it was edited by Farhat."

"Luckily how is this?" Mas Farhat was chin-backed while smiling. "Don't make a flower mas yes, if flying seriously later."

"Hahaha, lebanon..."

"Seriously, don't believe it? This alone is holding your hand... Fear of flying."

"Roof... This Farhat Mas huh?"

"What's? Mumpung Agam is still sleeping continued yuk..."

"Hahaha what is it? It's too late in the afternoon..."

"It's still afternoon, it's over isya loh. Let's quickly give sister to Agam." Ledek.

"O Allah, it's still five months old." Chuckled because Farhat had laid his body on the bed while peeping Qori's face many times.

While elsewhere...

mr. Lukman was observing the prayer mat and holster given by his son-in-law.

He also shed his tears feeling the sin that has been mounting a lot so far. From the khamr that he gave up, adultery, and gambling.

So that makes him feel embarrassed to practice his prayer because it was also what made him stop to pray even up to two days later, the object was only in his view.

***

Today Farhat came back to the rutan where Mr. Lukman was detained, he smiled when Mr. Lukman wanted to see him.

"What's the condition of the father?" Ask Farhat.

"Good." Reply him.

"Alhamdulillah..." Answer Farhat then who still wears his service uniform. Because he just got back to teaching.

"I'm sorry." Mumbled mr. Lukman.

"Sorry for what, sir?" Ask Farhat.

"You must be ashamed to have a criminal father-in-law like me."

Farhat shook his head slowly. "No sir, I never thought of it that way." Farhat. Mr. Lukman was silent. "I'm sorry sir, yesterday I gave you a prayer mat and a sarong, although not new. But it's clean, sir."

Mr. Lukman raised his head. "You're wrong Farhat." Said.

"He...wrong? Sorry sir sorry for me."

"You're wrong, for just giving it away without teaching me. I can't pray."

Farhat's smile expands. When I heard that.

"Come every day, teach me to pray and teach me, so that I don't just look at it."

"Subhanallah... Yes sir. Farhat will teach. We want to learn prayer now?"

"Yes" Lukman smiled faintly. Until both of them borrow a prayer room at the rutan to learn prayer and also teach. Even with the strict guard of two officers, but it does not interfere with their khususukan.

And it was routine in doing Farhat, who every day came to the father-in-law after going home to teach.

Now everything's getting better. Qori who is much more cheerful than before, also Mr. Lukman who has begun to worship and behave diligently. Until he got leniency, which had been a lifetime of twenty years in prison, making Qori and Farhat feel grateful.

Yaah... Life is like that, God always promises good things after sadness. And the best of man is to try to continue to rely, and to khusnuzon with the Creator.

–– Story of Qori and Mas Farhat Finished...