The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
Farhat's love pledge

"Then I took responsibility for his sins he (the woman he made his wife) from his father and mother.What sins he has committed.From not closing the aurat until he left the prayer.

Everything related to him (the woman he made his wife), I bear and no longer his parents who bear. And I will bear all the sins of my future children”.I also realized that if I fail and I lose my hand in fulfilling my responsibilities, then I am wicked, my husband and I know that hell is my place because finally my wife and children will pull me into Hell Hell..

and the Angel Malik will bulldoze me until my body is broken.This marriage certificate is not only my agreement with the wife and the wife's parents, but this is a direct agreement to ALLAH Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala “. If I FAIL (the Husband) ? ”Then I am a wicked husband, disbelieved and I willingly go to hell.I am willing to angel torment me to my broken body”.(HR. Muslim) 

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A clear night, accompanied by the sound of takbir and the eruption of fireworks from several mosque toa, accompanied a procession that requires.

Where two hands shake each other, beginning a pledge that will make His Throne shake because of the weight of the covenant made by him before the LORD, witnessed by angels and men. So even if we suck the blood and pus from our husbands nose, then it is not enough to make up for all the sacrifices of our husbands.

As described in the hadith above, where when we want to lighten the burden of the husband not only by obedience. But to worship well, close the aurat and educate our children to be the children of Soleh and Solehah.

That night, Noah held Qori's hand next to him. The girl had already cried tears from earlier feeling moved when Ustadz Farhat. Started to take a deep breath, then started to open his voice.

After being silent for quite a long time in front of the ruler, he was strengthening his heart. Seen from the puddle of tears that had earlier soaked the corner of his eyes.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... Qobiltu Nikahaha wa Tazwijaha alal Mahril Madzkuur wa Radhiitu bihi, Wallahu Waliyut Taufiq." Farhat vowed very smoothly.

Until the clear thread finally trickled down as everything cried out legitimately to him, Farhat's smile expanded. In his embrace the father cried and then turned to the mother and ended in Faqih.

"Good brother to me." Said Faqih in his arms, while Farhat only sobbed.

On the other hand Qori hugged each other with Noah, crying and then she turned to her mother-in-law who immediately kissed the cheeks of the girl who had just become her daughter-in-law.

After self-control. Farhat moved, he approached Qori, extending his right hand to him. The girl grabbed him, on the back of Farhat's hand kissed directly in reply kiss at the base of the head by the husband.

"Thank you for that." Qori gumam.

"Together my wife." Still sticking his lips at the base of his head.

Faqih approached Noah. He took Noah by the hand and linked him, and Noah turned to A'a, who was smiling at him.

And returned that smile, pleased.

Until three other witnesses and the ruler came out, Father-in-law Qori was sitting next to Lukman who was lighting his cigarette fire.

"Sir Lukman, congratulations. We become besan. May our familial relationship be better established." Said Farhat's father, he glanced for a moment and then looked back to the front while exhaling cigarette smoke.

"Where?" Hands up.

"Oh... Aye." Yeah." He pulled out a brown envelope with money. "May it be useful to?" His words were interrupted when Mr. Lukman just grabbed the money without further ado.

"Okay... My business is done. And whatever, my son wants to live where. The important thing is that my responsibilities are done, so I'm sorry." Move, and just walk away. While Farhat's father only shook his head while beristighfar. "Pity, Qori." He muttered later.

"Mas, right? He just left." Lek Hilman. While the brother just smiled.

"That's just let it go. The important thing is that Qori and his son are already the same Farhat." Reply him.

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Somewhere else...

Slowly he handed the car keys to Faqih, the man frowned.

"Here, now my car is yours." Farhat. Is correct.... In order to redeem Qori's son from the wealthy family, Farhat had to sell his car. That alone is not easy to persuade them, because what they want is not the money returned but still Agam.

And by the power of prayer, he could make up for it by the number one hundred million. Though the DP given was only sixty million, not to mention paying the dowry that Qori's father wanted.

With his savings, as well as the car he sold to Faqih. Agam also changed hands. He did not leave it to the rich family.

There Faqih touched Farhat's shoulder. "I know you saved up long enough for this car. So then? Just wear. Let's just say you owe... Just take it if it's there." Faqih said pushing the car key.

"No... No. Anyway, I don't want to owe. I believe treasures can still be found."

"But you still need this car Farhat. While I haven't."

"Faqih, your money is also savings to buy a house right? You better get my car, and sell it again."

"I've been there to help, so I immediately agreed when you said you needed money fast. So that car you just use."

"Faqih please don't be like this. I don't want to, please accept. I said sell instead of borrow." Grabbing Faqih's hand and putting the car keys in Faqih's palm and closing the hand again.

"Mirhats...?"

"No, just take that car right now. I really am sincere."

"I'm also iklhas, so just accept this car. Just put it on, I don't have to."

"No, no."

"Hey..."

The two of them still threw the keys to the car, until they finally fell on the floor. Faqih.

"Take it?" Randomized waist.

"No." Cluck.

"Q...!" Faqih bent down to grab the car keys, then stood up straight again. "Heard ya? You need this car to get your wife and kids home from the hospital, and control them after this. So take this, let's just say I loaned this car to a time limit I didn't specify." Putting the key forcefully on Farhat's palm.

"Faqih?" Willing to give up again but Faqih directly raised both hands.

"Thank you, if you want to give me that key again." The two were silent for a moment, chuckling then then hugging each other.

"MashaAllah's... Alhamdulillahot... Thanks Faqih... Thank you very much." Touched.

"Together, Farhat... You helped me too."

"Help what? I never felt it." Answer him who replied with a thin Faqih smile.

'thank goodness he has a wife. There is no reason for me to worry anymore, if Farhat still has a sense of admiration for my wife.' Faqih inner. The two of them took off their hugs and went back into the hospital room.