The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
the worry of Rahma

after preparing for a long time, the door to Noah's room opened. Where the brother was sitting in a chair near the stairs, a short chat with one of the brothers, the son of Bude Adiba who had just arrived a few hours ago.

And after seeing Noah ready Rumi went.

"Sorry, Rumi stay first."

"Oh yes," said mas Zidan asserted, he turned to look towards Noah "deck, smile dong. Married so wry." Ledek mas Zidan while Nuha just smiled faintly.

"Go first, mas. Assalamualaikum." Naha.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer Zidan who then grabbed his phone that was in his pants pocket.

As the two children descended, Rahma approached.

"Where are you going?" Rahma asked, caressing Noah's head.

"Get out a minute Umma, take a walk. Later if Dede already has A' Faqih right, it's not Rumi's job anymore nganterin him," replied Rumi, hearing Rumi's words, as if making Nuha want to cry.

Rahma raised the face of the downcast child.

"Be careful." Cheek of Noah. Noah nodded slowly, holding back his cries.

Afterwards, the girl grabbed the mother's hand. Peeping the back of his hand and saying greetings, which Rumi followed as well, did the same.

Rahma looked pityfully at her daughter who had started to move away, out of the house.

Like a picture of him in the past when he wanted to marry Ustadz Irsyad.

Suddenly having to marry an unloved man. Although Nuha had known Faqih before, different from him who did not know Irsyad.

But still, getting married suddenly like this is not very happy.

"Sir." Call ustadz Irsyad, which immediately makes the wife look back.

"Well, I want to talk to you for a minute." Bring Irsyad. Rahma nodded and followed the steps of her husband, climbing the stairs.

In the room....

"Here sits the deck." Invite Irsyad to pat his bed, just after he sat down. Rahma approached and sat down next to her husband.

"this deck, the intention is to ask permission from Mr. Ramli, to borrow his house. Because his house is next to the mosque, so later Noah was there first, while getting ready to use makeup.

during the wait Faqih recited the hafan surah Ar Rahman, as his dowry. After that, Ijab Qabul. How do you agree?" Irsyad said, caressing Rahma's head.

Rahma looked at me. "It's up to the Irsyad." Willing to move, but immediately held by Irsyad.

"Well, is it up to me?? Mas, is inviting you to negotiate."

"Yes, Rahma just followed. All decisions are in your hands." Grunt.

"Wait... Wait for... How come?"

"sorry mas Rahma was a little upset, exhausted mas forced the child to marry early."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, how do you speak like that anyway deck?"

"Yes, the child does not want to get married is forced to marry spit. Rahma didn't have the heart, I didn't see Noah being quiet since he knew he was getting married?"

Irsyad sighed. "Mas told you, right? If that mas doesn't carelessly agree to this?"

"Yes but why should I accept him before deliberating?"

"Mas confer before receiving."

"He was only deliberating, but he would not listen to Noah or me. What if our child is unhappy?"

"A conclusion from where is it? Faqih's a good man, I'm sure Nuha must be happy."

"Yes maybe his Faqih, but his mother?"

"Well, how about we get Hasna tea?"

"he's wife?" Rahma wanted to say that the two had been bickering at Mr. Huda's house but did not.

"What's so?"

"It's nothing, ma'am. Is he the critic?"

"Criticism?"

"Forget it." Rahma replied, she does not want to talk about this. He even got a long talk from his husband.

Irsyad rubbed Rahma's head. "Dek, whose name wants to get married, all must feel doubt as well as mas. How did you used to be alone? I must have refused too, right? And after living Alhamdulillah we can until now the age of marriage we have stepped twenty-two years." Ustadz Irsyad said as he rubbed Rahma's cheeks covered with a veil.

"Huuuhh well, but later on Noah stayed here right? the Faqih? As long as they don't have their own home."

Irsyad smiled. "teh Hasna asked Noah to stay there baby."

"Why the hell?"

"Oh, anyway, the two children live here. Rahma doesn't want to know."

"Dek, Tafiz's house is closer than Rahmat's ustadz house right? While Faqih has to take care of Tafiz's house."

"Yes but this is the problem if they live in the tea house Hasna is indeed Noah is not inner pressure huh?"

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Istighfar deck. It's not good to say that."

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Rahma muttered softly while bowed.

"Not to talk like that deck, let alone tea Hasna the future mother-in-law of Nuha, our future besan. Don't repeat it again, will you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Just trust Faqih, she can make Noah happy." He peeked at Rahma's forehead, then moved. "Yes, it came out first. You should be able to maintain your attitude. I don't like you to think badly of anyone."

"Yes." Yeah." Rahma replied with a smile from her husband. Ustadz Irsyad swiped Rahma's head and left their room.

And after the door closes from the outside. Rahma sighed, she was really worried about the child. He still remembers when Umma Hasna compared his cooking with the cuisine of Mr. Huda's wife.

(Flashback is on.)

That day the family of Mr. Huda invited the family of ustadz Irsyad and ustadz Rahmat to open together, about thirteen years ago. The twins were about seven years old.

It has become a habit, the wives if the meal is finished, will certainly petrify the homeowner to bring back the dirty dishes, to the kitchen.

"Duh, just let Rahma go." Said Kak Siti (wife of Mr. Huda) while receiving a dirty plate in Rahma's hand.

"It's okay, brother, if the work together quickly finished." Smilingly.

hasna tea went into the kitchen. "Take Siti's feet really good." Hand over the dirty dishes.

"Alhamdulillah, Hasna tea is also delicious cuisine." Accept it.

"My sister Siti fits her cooking."

"That's how hehehe."

"Well, is that right, emmmm Rahma? Better to learn again the cooking is the same Siti's sister."

"Well, why tea? something's wrong with that, having to learn again?"

"nothing wrong mbak.that's it, mbak cuisine? a little less seasoning, still a little bland."

"less seasoning how? if I say it's right."

"Yes right, on Rahma's own tongue."

"Wait, why discuss my cooking?" both of them immediately met with Siti's feet in the middle of them.

"eemmmm, teteh punten, mbak?" kak Siti started to feel bad air between the two.

"what about mbak? I'm just criticizing with the intention to build, so that the dish mbak Rahma is much more perfect, not wrong right?"

Rahma sighed, "it's not wrong anyway, but why does Hasna tea seem like insulting to my cooking? I'm offended."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, mbak Rahma was veiled. not good irritability like that." Hasna tea.

"So criticizing the food, now bring a veil? What's wrong with the veil?" Rahma's tone began to rise.

"O Allah, my Grace is already."

"It should be that Rahma can keep more attitude." The tone of the Hasna Tea is also the same.

"Here, Hasna tea. Istighfar... Come on Istighfar, it's the month of fasting."

"I understand kak, this Hasna tea often criticizes me. when at home I also tuh, the person is honest to say my artificial compote is less coconut milk, it is, my SOP vegetables are rich in unseasoned boiled water, chili pely sambal mostly tomatoes. This is again at home people use compare, who is not upset try."

"It's like that, right? after all, if anyone criticizes it should be used mbak. To build yourself up to be better.not even emotions, is not it Siti?"

"hehehe, here..here are the hands of the two of you. yuk salaman yuk... don't be like this ahh, if you hear the husband how? later we also get their talk. hehehe." Siti's brother grabbed the right hand of Teh Hasna and Rahma and attached it so that the two hands shook each other, and hoped that this insignificant battle would end soon.

indeed, the type of Hasna tea that tends to slip with Rahma who easily carry the feeling of making the two almost often involved in bickering.

the two also served each other, although initially Siti was confused. But he began to understand because the two women are ordinary people, who are married to ustadz, it is certainly easier to ignite emotions, he alone is an ustadzah even sometimes so. Siti nodded her head while muttering istighfar.

the two young mothers are still fighting a cold war.

(Flashback is off)

Rahma sighed. "He's the kind of person who's the problem. May Noah be well in the house of Faqih." Rahma muttered, who then moved from her bed, after a short daydream to remember the past.