The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
kiss me a hundred times

The dusk of Ramadan went away, changing the dawn of Shawwal in the morning. Bringing the light of peace at the end of Ramadan. Shed blessings on victory day.

Like a white tapestry when viewed from above, a group of women using their faces filled their shaf in an open field, because the mosque area was full, so inevitably some women are also many who are outside.

They solemnly perform the Ied prayer service. With a breath of fresh morning breeze blew to and fro their white and clean faces.

What a great morning, right? Where the souls return white as if reborn. Millions of thanksgiving echoed in the Divine sky.

Opening the doors of forgiveness for those of us who fear, proof of the love of Allah SWT to His servants.

The Eid al-Fitr sermon is over, those who do halal bihalal are done. Now Noah and Rahma were standing under a tree waiting for the men who were still inside the mosque to know what they were doing. Until some people greeted the two and passed.

"Mom Rahma? first yes." Greet another woman who passed them.

"Oh yes, ma'am..." Reply with a smile.

Until A' Faqih and Rumi came to both of them.

"Umma, let's go home first. Abi is still a long time." Rumi said to invite them, because Ustadz Irsyad was chatting with several people, such as the chairman of the local RT and RW, as well as other fathers.

"Is that so? Come on then." Rahma's hand coiled on Rumi's arm walked first in front. It is always like that both, and usually it is Nuha who will hold the hand of Abi Irsyad when Rahma has chosen to hold Rumi's hand. But now there is Faqih, so that one man must be willing to be single While hehehe.

On the other hand, one stared with a smile at Noah.

"Ehmm." Thinning, then bending one elbow. The girl understood, what she meant, but she chose to be quiet. Pretending to be insensitive.

"Come A'..." Go first.

"Mrs...!" Call her. Noah turned, and the wind that swept over Noah's body made the hijab flutter, and even its back was lifted. Until just making Faqih hold it with a prayer mat that he put on the shoulders of Noah. The girl smiled.

'sweetnya my fierce husband.' inner Noah. Because indeed he only dared to reproach it in his heart. "Thank you, my husband." Said Nuha with a cute tone outside.

"Just give me?"

"Yes?"

"Hmmm, how is this going to matter?" Still bending one elbow.

"What's up with that?" Pretending not to know. While Faqih just sighed.

"You don't know what that means? Should A'a code more than this?" Randomized waist. The girl also laughed.

"Yes... Here," Noah touched the arm, giving up. To walk slowly down and arrive at the palm of A'a's hand, then link to it. "Enter this. Hehe." Look up.

One hand of A' Faqih rubbed his head, "yes Hilwah MashaAllah."

"The adoration of my heart MashaAllah." Answer. Both chuckled later.

"Waaah... A'a is already a cult of the heart? Didn't senior make emotions anymore?"

"Haha... Bit. little... Yuk aaahhh street."

"Lastily so. Slow down, it's still morning." Chuckles.

"What the hell is A'..."

"What's? Is it really still morning? Ckckck, what do you think it is?"

"I don't think anything, I'm afraid of misspeaking ahh. That's the guy."

"That's how? Ngangenin mean?"

"Hehehe.... It's A'a, it's still in public. let's go." Noah could not stand the temptation of A' Faqih, while the husband chuckled.

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In the footsteps of the two, Noah looked gloomy. I don't know what he was thinking, which must be on the way home there was only silence with an empty look down, daydreaming.

"Miss?" Call Faqih while moving his hands that are interlocked with those of Noah. The girl looked over, though slightly gasped. "Didn't you hear earlier in the presence of the man who passed us?" Faqih said with one thumb pointing back.

Noah turned his head for a moment, seeing that there were two middle-aged women who, looking at him from behind, seemed familiar.

"Oh God..." Nuha was not feeling well.

"Why are you, so suddenly moody?" Ask Faqih. The two stopped their steps for a moment.

"Nuha was sad this year's fast, Noah did not worship perfectly."

"Perfection belongs to God." Tukas A' Faqih.

"Iiissshhh Nuha knows. But he was sad, because Noah had many holes. Menstruation and when sick, too." Mumbled. Faqih touched the base of Noah's head.

"Don't be sad, now Shawal is fasting again. A'a befriend." A' Faqih.

"Serius A'a would like to accompany?" Ask Noah.

"Seriously, we fast together. For a month. But for you don't be forced too yeah, as much as possible." A' Faqih. The girl smiled sweetly and then nodded.

Both of Noah's hands were raised.

"What's that?" Tanya A' Faqih flat.

"Where's the sticky greeting?" Grinning, until the teeth are seen.

A' Faqih widened his smile looking at the expression on Nuha's face. "Sungkem first and kiss A'a a hundred times. New in love."

"Gee... Whoa... MashaAllah, right?" Naha. While Faqih just chuckled. "Yes, let's hurry the path so that it will be fulfilled immediately." Nuha grabbed A' Faqih's hand and held the thinly smiling man.

"So seriously want to be loved?" Ask Faqih, stepping.

"Not really hehe."

"That's a lie to his name, if you don't want to love. A'a's gonna kiss her."

"Not lying A'... Not a hundred either. Two is enough, yes... Yep... Come on." The reply.

"Not a hundred."

"twenty." Tawar Nuha's.

"One hundred."

"Two five."

"one hundred neng."

"Mostly A'a"

"A hundred times for four... For a day." Answer A' Faqih gives relief.

"Dwelling... Rich anything."

"Neng...? Wanna nolak? That's one punishment too, when you get home from the hospital you tickle A'a right?"

"That's A'a's fault, gelian's own fault."

"What's? Wrong A'a?" Stopping her steps, the girl widened her smile when she saw the husband's hideous facial expression.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, honey, it's Noah's fault." Give up.

"A hundred times kiss, don't want to know. Let's go for it." He took Noah by the hand and took him to continue their steps towards Abi Irsyad's house with Noah who put on a resigned look. Because he is, rather than adding another strange punishment, right?