The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
poor lady Qori

After some time, Qori was already in his ward. He stared at the window alone, daydreaming, as Farhat and the others were still waiting outside.

While playing her fingernails, she was really scared. He should have contacted the rich family and informed them that their child had been born. But during the nine months of pregnancy, as if unwilling to give up the baby suddenly sticking out.

She still remembers the moment the baby kicked her womb, moving every night with her while she was alone at home.

And smile when she is crying.

Ckla... Farhat entered, the girl immediately wiped her tears, bowing her head.

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa. walaikumsalam." Answer Qori stamped. He was really nervous, as well as not feeling good.

"How are you doing, Mbak?" Ask Farhat. The girl also ventured to look at the man who was standing quite far from his bed.

At the sight of the man smiling kindly, Qori immediately turned away.

"Ba..well, Alhamdulillah."

"Thank God."

"Us... ustadz? I want to say a big thank you to ustadz, for helping me. And even willing to wait for me until the birth process is complete. Me? I don't know how I repay ustadz's kindness." Qori.

"Just be a good mother. Take care of your baby, and educate him to be a righteous man. You haven't seen your baby yet? He's so handsome and adorable." Farhat. While Qori was just smiling mirically, it seemed like she could not fulfill it.

Before long, a nurse brought her baby in. Qori turned his head, a tear dripping from his net. When the baby approached her.

"Mom, this is the baby. If his ASI has come out can be directly given to him." Said the nurse. Qori smiled accepting the cute little baby.

"Thank you sister." He murmured, and he kissed the baby. "Dear." Mumbled.

Farhat was also moved. She smiled happily, "i was out for a while maybe I'd like to breastfeed." Farhat said, he breezed out, while Qori only smiled faintly.

'A very kind man. Lucky woman who will mate with him.' murmured Qori in his heart, he unbuttoned his shirt, took it out and gave it to the baby, who just responded by sucking it.

"MashaAllah, do you want to love?" Rubbing the little baby's head, happy.

While outside, Farhat again chatted with his uncle.

Until a middle-aged man came, the look of Mr. Lek also changed pias.

"Lukman?" Mumbled her. Farhat also looked. When Lek Hilman patted his shoulder. "That's Qori's father." Said her.

A burly body, with mature brown skin was walking up to them, while smoking his cigarette. It seemed that he did not care even though this was in the area of the hospital the man stopped in front of Lek Hilman.

"Where's Qori?" Lukman asked again and exhaled his smoke toward them.

"In the sir." Answer lek Hilman. Lukman's gaze turned to Farhat.

"Did you take him?" Ask her.

"Yes sir." Answer Farhat.

"Then you can go home, now." Breezed into the room of Qori ward.

Farhat's head twisted, he turned his head towards the man. But Lek Hilman's hand had made him back in his position and then looked at his lek pack.

"Let's go home, there's a father."

"But, lek? I feel it's hard to leave that girl and her son."

"Ta.. but?" Unfinished, Farhat heard a groaning and crying voice from within. "Lek, hear that? You heard it too, right, Haidir?" Ask Farhat. But Haidir just nodded then looked down.

"Just let it go, they're ordinary like that."

"How usual? If anything happens?"

"It's none of our business Farhat, let's just go home. Don't look for trouble with the Qori family."

"Baaaaa... Sorry sir, hiks... It hurts." The Qori cogs again from within. Making Farhat approach the ward door and peek. There his eyes widened when he saw the hair covered with hijab was being pulled roughly by the man he knew as the father of the girl.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." The hand has reached the door handle, but in the hold lek pack.

"What do you want? Don't mess with Farhat, let's just go home. Don't interfere." Lek Hilman held his nephew captive.

"But the woman was experiencing lek's physical violence, Farhat could not keep quiet. Moreover, she just gave birth."

"Lek told you, it's none of our business. Don't you want to be a hero to him? You don't know who Lukman is so let's just go home." Still pulling Farhat's hand.

"Lack... But her?"

"Come on, let's go... Come on Farhat." Still trying to persuade Farhat, until the screams of the two girls also made Farhat forced to stay in.

Braaaack... The two turned their heads, Qori immediately hugged her son tightly with her cry.

"Why are you still here?" Lukman looked intently at the three people at the door.

"Sorry sir? It's not my intention to interfere, but this girl has just given birth to her baby please treat her well." Farhat.

Mr. Lukman laughed, he walked up to the man in the shop. Then grab her shirt collar.

"Mr don't... Please don't sir, let him go." Isak Qori's. "us... Ustadz please just leave, please get out of here ustadz." Qori was really scared.

Ustadz Farhat, meanwhile, remained silent trying to calm the man before him.

"Who are you? Son yesterday afternoon, dare to interfere in my affairs?" Looking up at Farhat.

"I'm sorry sir, there's no intention of me interfering. I just don't have the heart with him?"

"You?" His clenched hand had already begun to lift.

"Sir... Mr. Lukman please be patient, i.this is my nephew, please forgive him. Ka. We'll go. Please don't fuck my niece." Holding the heavy hand so as not to throw a blow at Farhat. Lukman turned to Hilman.

"Sir Hilman...!!! Before I actually beat him, mending you take him out of here."

"Ba..good sir." Grabbing Farhat's hand to take him away. But Farhat refused.

"No...! I'll stay here. I won't let you torture your own son." Farhat said firmly. The man before him sighed, then chuckled later.

"This shit...! You know what you are...?!!" Want to hit again.

"Mr don't...! Qori please do not sir. Please forgive Qori. Please mr..." Isak the girl. The father stopped his hand. "Qori just felt affectionate with this kid earlier. Now Qori sincerely handed this child over to the family. Just don't mind ustadz Farhat, he doesn't know anything."

'what? Handing baby?' batin Farhat was confused. While the grin on Mr. Lukman's lips began to expand. Release that grip.

"Good, leave the child to the owner. And ask for the rest again.later in the afternoon you come again." He put his clothes on and walked out of the ward.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Head bells, Farhat turned back towards the girl who was still sobbing while hugging her son's body.