The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
jin jail ustadz Irsyad

At the same time, Rahma went into her room with a glass of water to Ustadz Irsyad.

The middle-aged man who was reading the Qur'an interpretation book on his bed immediately smiled as he closed the book.

"Alhamdulillah, my wife is so kind." Grab a glass of water that is being stretched out toward him, then drink it after reading the basmalah first.

Rahma sat down next to her husband.

"Mas, what time will Noah leave tomorrow?" Ask Rahma. Irsyad also thrust the glass towards Rahma's lips later, which was immediately approached and drank the contents by Rahma.

"Either the deck, it's up to Faqih and Nuha." Answer Ustadz who still holds the glass. Then put it back on the table after the wife finished drinking.

"If they were here during fasting how?" Rahma asked, Irsyad only chuckled while pulling Rahma's arm and laying her head on her chest. "How mas? He asked me to laugh."

"What the hell is deck? yes, I already said. They wanted there or here how long it was the right of the Faqih, and Noah's duty as his wife simply followed. If Faqih stay here a little long, Alhamdulillah, if you want it tomorrow morning after dawn. There's no way I'm holding him back and having them here for a few days let alone months, you are." Pulling Rahma's nose.

"But honestly Rahma is rich still not willing to mas."

"But not willing why Umma? I used to take you to move out that night, right?"

"Yes, but we're in this house right away. Directly two, while Nuha? Didn't you ever say? The best married couple should have their own housing? Because we'll never be able to avoid a bickering between in-laws and daughter-in-law if we live in one house."

Ustadz Irsyad scratched his forehead. "Yes but how about the deck? Faqih was not as good as Abi just yet. She still has no steady job other than being Tafiz's teacher."

"Yes help dong mas, we still have savings right? Make a home DP for them? Later the rest we think together how to install it. Just find one near the complex here." Rahma suggested. Irsyad was silent, he was just thinking about how to speak. Falsely later even offended Faqih because he felt doubted his ability as a priest of Noah.

"Abi?" Call Rahma, Irsyad just hugged the body of the wife while peeping her cheeks.

"Later try Abi talk carefully huh. It's not nice to offer that because they're newly married, dear."

"Yes but right?"

"Just go to sleep... It's twelve o'clock this. Mas is also tired once it feels, Not to mention tomorrow sahur first.we must be more excited again. Because it should be a great guest who comes once a year we should welcome it well, right? So we have to go to bed fast, so as not to wake up late tomorrow."

"Yes, um." Rahma kissed her husband's cheek. "Good rest, dear, forgive Rahma for all the mistakes of Rahma for one day. Thank you for being Noah's guardian today." Rahma.

"MashaAllah is getting smarter than my wife. Yes, dear both. Sorry also because your husband has arranged you a lot all day, so you are irritated huh?"

"Banget hehehe but that's okay, the important thing is that my husband is healthy. Huhuhuhu dear Irsyad." Rahma hugged the belly of the slightly distended husband and was responded with a kiss on the forehead by Ustadz Irsyad while reciting a prayer for his beloved wife.

Ustadz was reading him a prayer. Rahma even rubbed the stomach of the husband and patted slowly Then, then,

Irsyad opened his eyes quickly after he finished reciting the prayer, because he heard the words of Rahma earlier.

"said what you were? I'm sorry I've been looking for your thing, huh?" Irsyad pulled Rahma's ear.

"What's? Whahuh? No, I'm wrong time."

"What's wrong, mas is old age yes. But the ear of the mas is still very sharp hearing, it's delicious."

"Hehehe, sorry... Excuse me... His stomach just got full."

"It's your fault, that's,"

"Awrong kok Rahma?"

"Yes, the cooking is good."

"What the hell is God... Not even times." Blushed shame.

"Eat him do not mock belly fat mas, it's because you also have donated a lot of fat from every dish you mostly oil it." Irsyad turned his body while covering his head with a pillow.

"What does that mean? So which one is it really? Because most oils are good? Huh." Rahma shook the body of Ustadz Irsyad who was shaking from laughing.

"So it's like that huh? All right, tomorrow I'll cook the decoction of moringa leaves just for mas. Let all the jinn jail in the heart of the mas say it all!" Rahma hit the shoulder of Ustadz Irsyad who increasingly laughs curled up because of Rahma's annoyance.

Until Irsyad moved and hugged his wife.

"Don't dong... Then you know how to susuk mas ilang? My good looks are gone again hahaha."

"Foolish time, rese anyways be a husband."

"Yes sorry, honey. Ututu granny grandma if you want to ask for this ration for sure."

"Hey...!!! No mas! Naw... Naw... There's no yes." Rahma shifted.

"Come on... Yuk, I still have energy. Right here... Here." Approaching Rahma.

"No... No, no, no." Chuckles. While reaching for a pillow to cover the face of the husband immediately, fending off the kiss attack that will be launched his beloved ustadz.

Laughter graced them both on the bed. Although only laughing without doing anything but precisely because it is that simple thing, which makes Rahma's love for Ustadz Irsyad even more deeply embedded in the bottom of his heart and vice versa.