The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
the trip to Bogor was delayed

The morning begins to fade, where the morning dew has begun to wet the leaves. With a cool morning breeze, which comes slowly provides a sense of comfort for residents of Jakarta who usually feel the hot air when it is past six o'clock.

Before heading to Bogor, A'a was heating his car engine after washing it first.

Noah prepared morning food for both of them.

Because they had delayed their honeymoon after Shawwal, yes because the work of A' Faqih was also the truth. Also so that both of them focus more on fasting in Shawwal month.

We turn to the kitchen, there is a girl who skillfully sauteed the seasoning and put the vegetables in the pan when the seasoning was a little ripe.

After all the food was served, he grabbed a red onion that he and A'a had sliced thinly after dawn and soaked in salt water for half an hour.

He also grabbed a teaspoon of rice flour after draining the onion and spread it into the onion before frying and then stirring it until flat.

"The word A'a is quite like this? Huuuft, so happy fried onions. Until we can't run out of stock? Where do you want to make it yourself again."

"Any grumbling?" Ask A'a and come in. The girl gasped and then nodded.

"Sorry little dear." Approaching A' Faqih just to hug him, begging him not to get angry.

"Hmmm... I'm gonna drink dong." He kissed the base of Noah's head.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Tea is warm."

"Okeh ready, my husband." Nuha said excitedly, while Faqih only shook her head with a smile. Afterwards walk closer to the dining table chair.

Observing Noah pouring warm tea into a cup and bringing it closer to Faqih.

"Thank you, Hilwah..."

"Together." Noah replied, the girl turned back to her frying pan that was filled with oil, just ignite the fire.

Until ten minutes later, the first kloter of fried red onion was lifted from the frying pan.

"Drain first, let's put it here." Faqih put a tray that has been in the oil-absorbing tissue. Then approach the fried onion, take it one and eat it.

"Where, good?" Ask Noah.

"perfect." A' Faqih then kissed Noah's cheek. The girl smiled too.

"Why the hell, A'a likes fried onions that are fried by themselves? If we buy the same, will it taste?"

"No, it's delicious homemade. If you buy sometimes less savory." back to sit in his chair, because the fried onion has been moved Nuha to the tray.

And go back to eating it.

Until the second keloter was ripe, fried onions on the tray had been almost half exhausted.

"A'a... How do you keep eating? He said he'd take it to Bogor?"

"His son, this is it." Grab another half-hand. While Nuha only shook his head, re-inserted the raw fried onion in the last keloter.

Until it is finished, the fried onion has begun to be inserted into the jar. Noah glanced at the husband who was drinking water.

"It's not full... A'a keep eating."

"The name is also food that must be eaten neng."

"Kc... Continues if while in Bogor run out how? Wanna buy?"

"No, make another dong." He moved his seat next to Noah and hugged him.

"Nuha doesn't want to cut red onion A' poignant.."

"A'a the cut, neng the fried one." Chuckles. "Lagian, we're only in Bogor for about five days, right? Not long though. So no need to fry anymore." Pecking at Noah's lips.

"Bath time... Yuk yuk yuk." Take A' Faqih to make Noah laugh.

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A pleasant trip when the second car has started to enter the summit area. Where pine trees are lined all the way, on the right and left. And the cold that really made Noah feel at home with the air there.

Faqih rubbed his wife's head, she smiled. "Neng, actually A'a tuh kepengennya using a motor. Comfortable in the back of that."

"Why use a car?" Ask Noah.

"Because there's a car, right? So let's just be more comfortable." Answer A'a.

The girl was silent for a moment, her hands squeezing each other. Want him to ask the husband about this Farhat ustadz car, until finally he turned his head.

"Will...?"

"Yes?"

"This is Farhat's car, right?"

"Whose brother?"

"Ustadz Farhat entered Noah."

"Yes right." Answer Faqih flat.

"Cock on our clothes?" Asked Noah to vent.

"A'a didn't tell me? What if this car A'a bought?"

"Yes A'a told me... Just, why was it suddenly sold to A'a?"

"Because Farhat needs money... And A'a wants to help neng. Sorry if A'a didn't negotiate just yet. Because it's sudden."

"Then? The reason he needed money, so what to sell this car for?"

"Should you know someone else's business, dear? A'a think it's inappropriate A'a replied, just enough you know Farhat sold this car because it needs to be that." Said Faqih, while Noah only agreed. Because it is true also the words of the husband.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon they had arrived at one of the villas rented by A' Faqih.

Such a shady place, away from the often stressful urban hustle and bustle, is not found there.

With the view of the trees still lush, Noah stood staring at the glass wall while rubbing his arms as a result of feeling the cold.

A suitcase was placed near the Wardrobe and approached the wife, hugging her from behind.

"Cold huh?" Tanya A'a pecked her shoulders.

"Yes A'... Let's go out yuk A' look for that drag-anget."

"Gapain out, inside can also be really"

"here? Want to cook noodles that means?"

"Not but the warmth of another." Faqih took Noah by the hand after releasing the hug, and sat down on the bed.

"A'a shower here is cold." Trying to resist the subtle, even though he was resigned when A'a began to spice it up.

"And there's A'a, the same bath A'a will still be warm."

"Yes knows... But it's also still noon A'... We'll eat first." Pleading with a cute pretentious look. Faqih sighed and finally assented.

While resisting the desire to have sex until nightfall.