The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
the glory of a wife.

Somewhere else.

Exactly when the time has shown at one noon.

Rahma and Ustadz Irsyad were relaxing in the living room together, because Rumi had left again to Bandung this morning after dawn.

At home, there was only Umma and Abi Irsyad.

With both feet Ustadz in his lap, Rahma began to memotongi one by one nail ustadz Irsyad.

As a habit, the middle-aged man prefers if his nails are potongi by the wife.

"Yeahhhh...." Rahma sighed as she glanced at Ustadz Irsyad. And that is the umpteenth time, with firmer intonation. After not responding by him.

"Why Umma, did you notice from earlier still sigh continuously?"

"Sepy." Reply Rahma. I wish my husband would talk to me about Noah. Because he must always divert it or not answer it at all.

"It's quiet yeah, just set the song kosidahan fast, it's rame tuh."

"What the hell is Bi....? Usually yes, at this hour Umma and Nuha again go to the fresh market. Vegetable shopping keeps fruit, masakin favorite food of Noah also to break the fast later. While asking? 'open what's next on deck?' huhuhu now can not, Umma has no shopping friends anymore, this year also can not hold Abang with Noah to buy clothes Eid, hiks Nuha."

Irsyad shook his legs so that Rahma would finish her work. Without answering a word of Rahma.

"Come on, Umma just didn't talk. Not the storytelling, in response dong!It sucks a lot." Retraced her husband's legs and continued cutting his nails. Ustadz Irsyad chuckled.

"Khumira... Khumira's... You are this huh? So what should Abi answer?"

"Well, what is it, is important to respond. Just get pissed off."

"Yes, dear, respond. Respoooooo..!" Ustadz Irsyad said, thus making Rahma sigh.

"It's funny that I'm on this one."

"Where's Doraemon the same?" The ledek ustadz Irsyad.

"Can it be a little serious? Ahhh, just cut your own nails there..." Rahma pushes legs ustadz Irsyad upset. But instead of moving. Irsyad even slightly pressured him so that Rahma could not move from the long sofa.

"Awas. It's so heavy." Hit her husband's leg. Irsyad just laughed.

"Come if you can wake up not loving the gift later." Challenge ustadz Irsyad.

"Qc...! What's the prize."

"This body of mine."

"Issssshhhh fasting yes...! Inget....! Anyway anyway why should your body be made a gift anyway." Still pushing Ustadz Irsyad's legs as hard as power. "Astagfirullah al'azim!"

"Hehehe... It's tonight deck...! If there is no child will freely want after magrib play first can... Trawih can... Before imshak any hayuuu..!" He said while chuckling.

"Main? What the hell is mas? Fasting too...!"

"Main congklak cake, bekel kek...! What do you think he's playing, baby?" Chuckles again. Rahma's face was red.

"Rise...! Be careful ah... Being invited to have a serious conversation about a child must be like that." Rahma is getting bete.

"hehehehe yes yes.iya.iya yes dear, whose name is married child how else. There is no need to regret dong, after all there is still Abi right?"

Irsyad shook his legs again. Makes Rahma focus on cutting off her husband's toenails.

"Why should you worry anyway? Of course she was at home, slept well in a comfortable bed with her husband, ate regularly. Believing Abi mah the same Faqih... How were you?"

"Yes, anyway." Last nail has been cut. Rahma put the nail clippers on the table, while her husband began to sit down.

"Thank you, thank you zaujatii." Meyolek chin Rahma.

"Together with us." Reply Rahma.

"Umma know? The present-day wife is a noble life, all because of the existence of Rosulullah Saw as our Prophet who has glorified the Eve." He said while gently stroking the wife's hair.

"Indeed before that why Bi?"

"You know in the past the woman was humiliated, especially when a woman was experiencing the menstrual phase. So most of the girls or a wife will be put in the donkey's cage during the menstrual period."

"So it's Bi?"

"Yes... Because to the people of old, the woman was very vain, dirty and despicable. They will be worn only when needed to satisfy the desire. Not all of it though...And at that time because of Rosulullah Saw, women can be glorified. Do you know why you're always willing to help you do your homework?" Ask Irsyad.

"Know, because I love Rahma." Smirks. Irsyad smiled as she rubbed Rahma's cheeks.

"Duh my halal love... It's getting older, but you're getting more and more heart-wrenching." Irsyad. Rahma blushed and then kissed the cheek of Ustadz Irsyad, until the husband returned to kiss her forehead.

"Looky baby... Rosulullah Saw is a busy person, right with all da'wah activities and so on?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"He did not hesitate to help his wife, with his humble attitude. He was not ashamed to wash the dishes, his clothes were always washed by himself. Because what? He did not want to trouble his wives when if he wanted to tell, they would gladly do it."

"MashaAllah's.... Rosulullah glorified his wives?"

"Yes is... Because what? A wife of Soleha must indeed be in gift, love and affection, especially if the woman has given him offspring." Dancing cheek Rahma. "Like the wife of this mas, although often murmured. But you never dispute what you say, always want to improve, never feel the most right. Even if you are not wrong when you are angry? You remain silent without returning a word from your words. That's what you deserve to call my wife Soleha... The best jewel in the world is you. That's for me."

"Huu... Rahma's time until it's like that in my eyes?" Swiping her husband's cheek with her thumb.

"Yes.... Seriously, you know you're assertive, right? If you are wrong, you must be reprimanded. If you had an attitude of defiance? I'm not afraid to return you to your parents. Even though what love you have for you."

"Well, is that Allah?"

"Yes is... Siti Hapsah had been returned to Umar by Rosulullah, but the mistake was not so heavy, even though it was re-referenced by him. Because what? A good wife will never try to win from her husband. Even as good as he is." Answer ustadz Irsyad. Rahma lowered her head, she was a little sad to remember she herself sometimes spoke bad words. "Dad?" Raising Rahma's chin.

Rahma grabbed her husband's arm. Hugged her. "Never return Rahma to Rahma's parents?"

"Who has that intention?" Chuckled while rubbing Rahma's back.

"Well, whatever Rahma's faults, you must forgive."

"Hehehe, depending if it can still be forgiven ya mas pardon."

"Aaaaa, there should never be any thought to return Rahma to Rahma's parents. Hicks."

"Yes... Yes, dear Umma." Peeping the base of Rahma's head. "Yuk rested, we took a sleepy nap." Take ustadz Irsyad. Rahma nodded too. The two walked inside after locking the front door first.