The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
expecting husband's love (qori & Farhat)

The day that changed...

With the boisterous sound of the dawn prayer in the mosque toa-toa. A pair of eyes began to blink he turned his head to the side, occasionally wiping his poignant face as he moved.

Why didn't Farhat wake him this morning? He was still in a sitting position gathering his strength after sleeping a few hours.

an entire night?

It looks like Agam is not awake, until it can make him sleep until morning.

Now a fresh body began to come down from the bed after folding the blanket that had covered his body. He walked out of the room and yawned.

In front of the door Qori was silent with one hand still holding the door handle, at the sight of Farhat mas sleeping in the long chair in the middle room.

'kok, did Farhat sleep outside? Did he sleep outside all this time?' inwardly Qori guessed, when in fact Ustadz Farhat just overslept. Because he had to re-type when the file was lost due to his laptop that died because it was late on the charge.

Mimik sad face began to rise, it was difficult indeed to become Qori. When we have to feel that the person does not love us, sacrifice to marry us in order to cover up our disgrace. Of course as women who know ourselves we have no right to demand anything.

That was how Qori felt at this moment. Until the man's body moved, Farhat was awake.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, it's dawn." Mumbled. He got up and looked back, a smile rising towards him. "Qori's? Already awake?" Ask me Farhat. While the girl just nodded.

Mas Farhat immediately rushed to the room, he just passed the girl

rush into the bathroom to take a shower.

'oh my God, how. So that I could make her even more attentive Qori murmured, her tears started to fall and she caressed quickly.

As usual

Didn't want him to cry even more until he was caught by Mas Farhat. Know yourself Qori, know yourself.that's what he keeps on plugging in his mind.

Until a few minutes later, Mas Farhat came out of the toilet, he immediately put on his Kokonya, no time to the mosque. He immediately headed for the prayer room.

"Mas," called Qori, stopping the footsteps of the tall man who had passed through her even though his hand had rubbed his head slowly.

"Yes?"

"You don't want to ask me to pray together?"

The deg...!

"A...are you done with the puerper?" Farhat asked, he suddenly became a little panicked.

"Yes." Yeah." Smile widely. Farhat also looked down.

'that's the sign, I've got to give him an inner living, at least, later tonight. Oh my God how is this?? Me...?'

"Mas Farhat, just shut up?" Qori approached Farhat while touching his arm, "take me too huh? My priest."

'yes Allah...' Farhat tried to smile, in fact he did not regret having helped Qori and Agam. It's just that he's not ready, treating Qori like a wife. Which he should indulge in and he's gauli.

'i don't care, said the man to take the husband's heart. We don't need to care about pride or prestige, right?'

"My husband, are you quiet?"

"Emmm Qori, just call mas. Don't be like that. Strange thing about it." Trying to chuckle, while one hand released Qori's hand, the girl immediately looked at her hand that had been hanging just like that. "Prepare, dik, wait in the prayer room." Smiling, he did not even kiss Qori's forehead first and directly walked away from the girl just like that.

As if I no longer wanted to be held back, the tears fell down again. At Qori's touch of the chest, she turned her body straight into their room and closed the door again to get ready.

Behind the door.

The girl silenced her mouth for a moment, letting the tears flow profusely for a while. Until he can try to muffle by exhaling long breaths many times. "It's okay Qori... Struggle... Let's fight for the love of your husband." Smiling, even if occasionally sobbing. Until he had to hit his chest to dispel the tightness.

Because it turns out, his life is not really happy, and he also has to obey this life message. It turns out he still has to fight.

However,

Want to get to when? While living with Farhat mas and trying to serve him who seemed to look more awkward nearby made him feel even more bad.

'Do I have to give up and ask my husband to divorce me, and then I go back to my house?' Qori shook his head quickly, 'no-no, I owe a lot to Farhat. At least, I have to serve as much as possible Farhat, until I am absolutely sure that my Budi debt has been fully repaid, then I can go from the life of Farhat, then I can go from the life of Farhat, and let her find her true love.' Qori wiped her tears, she rushed back to prepare because her husband was waiting for her in the prayer room.

***

A bright morning makes both activities more busy. Mas Farhat, now bathing Agam, while Qori is cooking in the kitchen.

The man looked painstakingly washed the body of a baby who was only forty-three days old, wearing telon oil, powder and baby skin moisturizer.

Wearing octopus cloth and diapers and clothes up to the cloth bedongnya.

"What a handsome son of a father." Smiling, he kissed the baby's cheeks softly. "His darling lady is this father. MashaAllah." Chuckles, Farhat really loves Agam like his own son.

On the sidelines of Farhat's preoccupation with Agam, Qori entered with a sincere smile. Then sat down next to Farhat, watching Farhat still peeking at the reddish cheeks.

"Agam seems to want to be given ASI, dik. Look at this, his lips have been opened continuously when given the back of a finger." Farhat chuckled to play his finger near Agam's open lips as he was stimulated.

Unlike the Qori who just stared at the handsome face of the husband. "They?" Looking towards Qori who instantly gasped.

"I.iya mas, here let Qori love ASI." Said Qori while grabbing Agam, and carrying him on his lap.

"Here love the pillow under it so it's not difficult." Farhat grabbed one pillow and placed it on Qori's lap. The girl smiled.

'mas Farhat is not entirely passive, he is still attentive. If only you were alone with me. He did still look awkward.' Inner Qori. "Oh... Want some breakfast now? The food has been prepared by Qori at the dinner table." He said while unbuttoning his shirt, Farhat's face immediately turned away.

"I.iya, I'm out first."

"Mass?" Qori held him back, she held Farhat's arm. "Why do you always turn away? It's okay to see me breastfeeding Agam."

"Yes, brother but? Ah... I'm a little hungry already, so eating first is okay?" Farhat said, Qori let go of his hand.

"Yes already." The answer. Until that back started to step away, out of their room, Qori let out a sigh. He refocused on removing one part of his chest and handed it to his son who just suckled him.