The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
love is amazing.

The night is getting late. Farhat pray Sunnah to thank His favor for giving him a funny wife and child. Although the child was not the son of Ustadz Farhat.

But it seems like Farhat's love for Agam is really sincere. Perhaps because he saw the process of Qori who struggled to endure pain, until when he saw the child crying for the first time in this world.

Farhat rubbed his face after greeting left and right, and moved after a brief dhikr approaching his wife.

The girl smiled welcoming Farhat who was approaching her.

Farhat sat on the lip of the bed Qori who was sitting leaning on the bed.

The man gently stroked the base of Qori's head, looking at her deeply at the girl who was still smiling happily towards him.

"Qori?" Call Mas Farhat, the girl is watered with dehumanization. And holding the hand of Farhat mas who was rubbing his cheek. "Can you be honest?" Connect him.

"By me."

"I'm sorry, because right now. I still haven't been pounding near you... Maybe because, I haven't loved you." Farhat said, the girl smiled wryly.

"Qori understands. And Qori was aware of that." Drooping languidly.

"But take it easy... I am trying to love you right now. Seriously." Grabbing the chin of the bowed wife.

Trying to smile cheerfully. "Yes, I believe. And I also sincerely let go, if it turns out you found another woman who is more ingenious in the heart of Farhat mas."

"Lohs... How come you say that? Did dik Qori not want to try to win the heart mas? Hmmmm?" Swabbing smooth cheeks Qori.

"Certainly will," grabbed that hand and kissed it. "Very want to even... But if my husband doesn't love me? Wanna how? Yesterday I had to force you, if you're unhappy. I was a sinner too. And handing you over to the woman you really love is the best way, right?"

"If you don't want to let go of you?" Ask Farhat back.

"Yes, I let go of the double. Just happy."

"Hehehe, don't talk about it. I want beautiful." Said Farhat chuckled. 'there is no way you can also if I double down, which is just there.' Inner Farhat. They also remained silent for a moment. "Can't you hug?" Farhat asked broke the silence, between the awkwardness of the two.

"Hehehe... What permission anyway? Qori is Farhat's wife." Chuckles.

"Oh yes? Fear if you just play hug, then you will be more mas." He was silent for a moment after laughing together. Then he grabbed Qori's body, hugged her. The girl gasped, it made her flutter even more.

'o Allah, I was embraced by Farhat. Why is it so happy to feel.' he murmured in his heart while playing. Slowly the hand returned the husband's embrace, smiling.

'I haven't been as wide as I was near Nuha's ustadzah. Astagfirullah al'azim.' shook his head slowly and Agam's cries made him release his arms slowly.

"Before a minute, check it out first." Said her. The girl nodded with a smile.

He saw the husband immediately approached the child, and opened the baby bedong because he found Agam who was pooping.

Qori pulled his blanket down from his bed. Farhat who saw it instantly forbade Qori to go down. And let him change the diaper himself.

"Mas can... I learned the same as the nurse. Don't be jealous." Ngarak. But Qori still chuckles feeling grateful to see her husband cleaning up the dirt and replacing the diaper of the child who is clearly not her own flesh and blood.

"Tuuuhh can, right?" In his carrier Agam which he had not sung, then approached Qori. "Susui let him sleep again." Farhat gave Agam to Qori.

While Qori was about to open his chest, Farhat turned, turned his back, and walked stiffly out.

"Hehehe... Find the wind, just a second." Farhat answered still turned his back. 'not able to see soan.' Inner Farhat decided to run away first. And it seems that Qori realized the heck it looks from him who chuckles and then takes out his breast one to breastfeed the child.

"Darling... Suddenly I was given two angels, you son and your father Farhat." Qori muttered in gratitude, Seraya rubbed the child's head slowly.

***

In Bekasi...

Nuha had just arrived, she looked tired of him sitting on their bed.

A' Faqih hung his cock and his pants, behind the door, after replacing the t-shirt with a sarong that made him feel comfortable. Then he approached Noah.

"Not changed yet, neng?" Tanya Faqih rubbed the face of Noah who was still wearing his robe and hijab.

"Yes, this is gonna change A'..." Wanting to move but in holding A'a, he removed the hijab of Noah and then lowered the front zipper. Because the robe type of Nuha means busui. Noah endured. "What do you want?"

"Help you change your clothes."

"Haha. No need for Nuha to be A'..." Closing again but holding. He leaned his head against Noah's chest, made the girl smile and rubbed A'a's head.

"It turns out holding back the desire is now hard." Faqih muttered, making Noah chuckle.

"Sorry, A'..." Noah answered, Faqih looked up. On his kiss the lips of Noah were soft.

"Miss." Chuckles later. "No... Naw... A'a hold it." He stretched out his body and grabbed the body of Noah to sleep in his arms. The girl returned the husband's embrace.

"A'S'... Nuha was happy that Qori was able to marry Ustadz Farhat. He's kind, gentle again."

"Not like A'a huh?" Answer the Faqih later.

"No... A'a is now meek really," replied Noah looking safe.

"Lying is certain." Impute.

"Hehe, don't be jealous anymore. Noah couldn't melt A'a with it yet."

"That? That's what?" Tanya Faqih smiled jail.

"That's the point."

"What is that? Speaking of which is clearly a tick." Pulling Noah's cheek was gaunt.

"Kok lice again call him?" A little dislike.

"I'm making a gatel."

"Gatels?" Grunt.

"Yes gatel wants to keep you. Muuaaah muaaah." Noah chuckled withholding amusement as A'a began to kiss his lips, cheeks, neck, down his neck... Up top? hehe... Only A'a and Noah knew. The author doesn't want to listen to Hehehe. Hey you guys don't look at A'a and Neng either, hush... Exit yuk out Hahaha. MashaAllah's.