The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
The destiny of life is never wrong.
Back to a few hours earlier.in the city of Jakarta, the sunshine has started to blister even though the time still shows less than eleven o'clock in the afternoon.
Motor A' Faqih has just entered the fence of Irsyad's ustadz house, like the most comfortable paradise. Noah widened his smile, when he could see again the courtyard of the house where he played.
The garden is neatly arranged, fresh flowers and ornamental plants, the rustling sound of a mini fish pond, and again a gazebo with a mini shelf in it where to store some reading books.
Noah misses his home, but what he misses most? Two couples whose age is no longer young, came out with a warm welcome from behind the door of the house.
"Made..." Call Umma Rahma, her hands stretched out to welcome the youngest princess whom she loved the most and missed.
"Umma" murmured Noah softly, but Noah came closer and threw out a hug. As if not met for years, Umma kissed the face of Noah without reproach.
"MashaAllah's... Miss, Umma longs very dear." A tear dripped. Is this how she misses Noah? One week more hehehe. That's how mom is, huh? Would not meet for an hour if she already knew the child was married and settled in another place following her husband, then it cannot be denied that longing will certainly remain as if lonely continues to haunt. What else is the cure? Of course when the child comes, it is a very trivial but meaningful happiness for parents.
"Assalamualaik." Faqih came closer to greet, He grabbed Abi Irsyad's hand while peeling at the back of his hand, which in return a welcome hug from the father-in-law, after answering a greeting from the son-in-law.
After greeting Abi, Faqih turned to Umma. As with Noah, Rahma was pleased at Faqih's arrival.
"Aura Umma's son-in-law, MashaAllah. The slap isn't playing." Praising, Faqih blushed. While Abi Irsyad only advanced the bottom of his lips. Because the one praised handsome is only the son-in-law. That's how this one father who still likes to be envious.
Rahma's gaze turned to Noah who just widened his smile, this girl seemed to become more reserved.
"Dede's tired isn't?" Ask Umma Rahma. Noah nodded slowly.
"No Umma." Noah replied gently, she felt Faqih seemed to be a girl who only spoke a little. But better yet, Noah looked calmer.
"Then we go shopping... Umma miss shopping with Dede." Take Umma Rahma, the girl turned to A' Faqih. While A' Faqih just nodded while smiling.
"Do you want a faqih between Umma?" Ask Faqih, offering.
"No need, Umma just want to use a motorcycle, is it okay?"
"It's okay Umma, just that Umma shopping a lot will be afraid of hard to carry." Faqih.
"No, just a little shopping." Answer Umma Rahma.
"Umma, take the kids in first. Tell Noah to take Faqih a short break, just take her away." Ustadz Irsyad, Umma Rahma chuckled.
"Yes... Da... Come in yuk the children of Umma. Allah is so fond of shopping with Noah that he forgets to tell you to come in." Umma Rahma took her two children into the house, while her husband ignored her. Ustadz finally shook his head, but he was also happy because the two children visited his home.
Like this is the room that is not as large as their room in the house of A' Faqih, but many memories and comfort.
In front of the desk where he studied was a small agenda board, there were some colorful papers stuck there as well as some photos of Noah.
The girl smiled, as she read a piece of writing.
(Manjjaada... Cairo Egypt.)
His fingers began to approach and remove the writing from its place. He no longer needed that life-travel target. Now her new life is A' Faqih, yes... Sakinah. Noah crumpled the writing and he should throw the note into the empty trash. But at that moment in Faqih, the girl turned her head.
"Why was he dumped?" Ask A' Faqih.
"It's okay A'... Just a bullshit note." The answer. Faqih was silent, so he opened Noah's hand and grabbed the paper in his hand.
"Neng knows? If there is not a sacrifice that is in vain?" Ask a gentle Faqih. Like meaningless words of motivation, Noah only smiled wryly. He touched the zipper of A' Faqih's jacket, then lowered it, Helping the jacket slip from his body.
'i wasn't expecting that anymore A'... You're my priority right now.' Inner Noah began to feel his eyes growing. Faqih Touching both hands of Noah, the girl raised her head.
"A'a loves you very much... I'm gonna be happy." Faqih said, as if he could no longer hold back the tears Noah just dripped. Noah twisted his body, not wanting Faqih to see him cry.
'what's my fault? No. gabe... This is not a mistake, this is a gift from God that I need to be grateful for.' Noah walked into the bathroom. Faqih's hand was raised to hold it, but the wife had entered and the toilet door was closed.
In the toilet, Noah silenced his mouth with a towel. Suddenly she wants to cry, she misses her life before marriage. As if he could joke freely.
'I have to obey the rules of my life... I had to obey my life's destiny.' The shoulder trembled, with one hand Touching his chest, while one hand shut his mouth so as not to let out the slightest sound of his sobbing.
While the one outside was leaning against the wall next to the toilet door, holding the memo paper that belonged to Noah earlier.
At this time Faqih was worried, about the wife who had to give up her dream in order to devote her life to herself, while the mother?
Until the second that Noah and himself were about to go to Ustadz Irsyad's house he still did not want to get out of his room.
Faqih squeezed his head with both hands, he even wanted to cry at this moment but was held as hard as possible just in case Noah suddenly came out of the bathroom, he did not want to look sad in Noah's eyes.
'i really have to make money for Nuha, I will give her higher education. And while my wife is in college, I will work hard here to give her shelter.' Inner A' Faqih. Grasping the scrap paper.
Fate never puts its position wrong, whenever we feel disappointed about it? There is a good thing waiting ahead, just waiting. When that time comes as a proof, that God's choice is never wrong.