The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
the last way of Noah.

Elsewhere, a man was still at home on his prostration pedestal. Think after dawn until 06:30 this.

Meanwhile, Umma Hasna unceasingly checked the son to take him to breakfast, but the young man still did not move from his position, so he made it back to the dining room, accompany the husband who has started eating his morning meal.

"Bi, why isn't Faqih out? Long time ago dhikir?" Umma Hasna sat down next to her husband.

"Let Umma, he is asking Ridho the almighty. Because today, ustadz Irsyad will give the answer directly." Answer ustadz Rahmat.

"Till it? It seems very special, the daughter of Ustadz Irsyad." Pour the water into a glass and hand it to her husband. Ustadz Rahmat just smiled as he grabbed it.

Meanwhile, the Hafizh began to shed his tears with his hands touching the left chest, permeating the heartbeats that were completely irregular.

His lips began to tremble. It was as if he could no longer dispel the shadows of the girl he admired.

"O Allah, the Creator of the universe and its beauty. Servants truly love one of your creations O God. Give the heart strength not to drag on in this turmoil, which leads to my illicit thinking. And give me strength that can calm me down, when the answer is not encouraging that I will receive." Faqih muttered, then rubbed his face with both hands. As well as wiping his wet eyes, the love in the recesses of his heart really felt as if it were. So it's been a little annoying for the past few days. And getting married was the right decision for her, so as not to drag on in her haram mind.

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Dusk began to roll, giving rise to twilight sunlight that was still visible from the cracks of the cloud that slightly covered. Accompanying the ustadz and ustadzah out of the mosque, also some students who immediately scattered out, and ran there.

in Faqih still at home in his position, he instead moved to sit right in front of the green curtain, the barrier between male and female worshipers. For a moment he turned his head, he still saw the shadow of a woman behind. Looks like it's Noah, 'cause he's been pounding all day.

And sure enough, the girl was still there, after a long period of remembrance. He also rubbed his face. Seeing the shadow of the man behind the green curtain, Noah sighed for a moment.

'He's A' Faqih isn't he?' murmured Noah inwardly, he lowered his head just to be sure, peeking out from the gap carry the green curtain carefully without a sound.

until a man's silence that he did not doubt that it was A' Faqih made him immediately gasp and move in his original position.

'right A' Faqih apparently, emmmmm.... talking to Abi did not change his decision at all, what if I spoke directly to him huh?' there was little doubt but he decided to approach the two corners from his sitting position.

"Emmm... A' Faqih...?" Calling Noah hesitated, the man in front turned his head slightly.

'finally opening her voice as well.' smiled very thinly. "What?" Answer's flat.

"A.anu, I... I'm gonna talk, okay?"

"Didn't you talk? Why do I need permission again?" His reply was cold, making Noah even more hesitant to open his voice again. "Quick talk!"

"Yes... That's... Emm?" Noah nodded, 'Nuha, by the way, let's talk.' pushed himself to speak.

"Ck, it's a waste of time." Move over.

"Anu, don't go. I want to talk seriously. Please give me your time, and listen to me."

"Good.... Five minutes."

"Yes, yeah."

"Quickly..! Walk this loh."

"I..ni..i also want to talk." grunting. 'no patience anyway be a person.'

"still be quiet?"

"this is about, proposal!" cut off Nuha quickly.

Deggs..! Faqih.

"A...Is A' Faqih not wrong to propose to someone?"

"You mean?"

"That's, I know Nafisah's ustadzah right? One of the teachers here too? In.he Soleha yes, beautiful, son of Gus Arfan. There was more to it than Noah. Same fit?"

"Just go ahead, don't be so convoluted." Cut Faqih, who already knows the essence of this conversation. Noah also gasped.

"Yes, can I be honest? If I'm in shock when I find out, A'a proposed to me?" Nuhah's murmured softly, her index finger rubbing the carpet following the shape of a small circle there.

"A conclusion from where is it?" Ask Faqih suddenly.

'come on, what does he mean he likes me?' (Noah)

"Look A', I've always been your Bully's material. Ehhh... No, she means as a woman who is always in trouble, why can A'a decide to marry me. Suddenly again, it's weird."

"Weird how? Getting married is not a bad thing, right? Because it can give you peace of heart."

'the problem is that you are making emotions with everything you know! How can you give me peace of heart?' stroking the chest slowly, while beristighfar in the heart.

"You didn't mean to refuse, did you?"

Ehh...? Noah remained silent.

"I'm seriously proposing to you. So please accept me." Faqih's tone turned serious even though it still sounded flat. He moved after wagging Koko on his chest, then went from there.

'astagfirullah al'azim, I could not stand inside.' Faqih muttered in his heart while wearing his footwear and waltzing away from the mosque.

Noah was still in the room. That guy was really serious apparently? But somehow married in a hurry like this is not good, even he does not have mental readiness.

And elsewhere, two fathers were hugging each other, when Ustadz Irsyad had given an answer to receive Faqih as well as his agreement to marry his daughter on the night after the first break.

Ustadz Rahmat also immediately conveyed the happy news to the son through his mobile phone. So that it immediately makes Faqih smile haru. He raised his head to look at the ceiling, and sighed many times.His reddened eyes were wet.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah." Gumam Faqih gave thanks.

Now the preparation was immediately taken care of ustadz Irsyad, and ustadz Rahmat. Enroll their children, in the religious affairs office, and ask permission from the administrators of the mosque near the residential complex where Ustadz Irsyad lived to hold a procession ijab Qabul there.

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H-1 before the wedding, Nuha was really nervous, natural thing right?

as a bride-to-be.may also be felt the same by the groom-to-be.

there was a nervousness mixed with fear as if it was still raging in the heart of Noah, he even still locked himself in the room, while under relatives had started to arrive, help Rahma and Ustadz Irsyad make preparations for Noah's wedding tomorrow.

A knock in his room made Noah look over.

"Assalamualaik." Rumi's sister had just returned home, with her jacket and backpack still in her sling, smilingly greeting her sister. Noah moved, then approached Rumi while hugging his sister's body.

"The spirit of the deck, will marry." Rubbing head.

"Yes." Yeah." He answered softly, as if he no longer needed to say anything. Everyone is happy, everyone is excited.

Maybe only she is the one who feels sad as a bride who actually does not want to live it.

Even though he currently refuses.as a man, he will still get married, right?

Da... That's true, but not now. Not so fast either. Noah again shed tears, he wanted to postpone this. He really wanted to postpone it.

Rumi let go of her embrace, then wiped the tears of her sister.

"Walk yuk," asked Rumi.

"Where?" Asked Noah while whining.

"Wherever, you can buy anything. Brother deal," replied Rumi. Noah also nodded. "Yes, wear your hijab. My roomer put this bag down."

"Yes" replied Noah.

Rumi walked out while pulling the door handle, closing it.

Seriate....