The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
love that warms in the rain. (Qori and Farhat.)

The orange glow began to disappear alternating with the darkness of the night, accompanied by a full moon that duet with the beautiful star flashing flirtatious in the night sky that shaded the earth below.

The sad night, when a fairly heavy rain began to rain down on the city of Jakarta, the cold night mixed with the wind made Farhat's body shiver a little, at this time. The job's not done yet.

He also sipped coffee made by Qori that was almost finished.

"duh... Where else is this charger..." Farhat hurried to open the drawer. Paaattsss, the laptop is dead. "Allahu Akbar..." Farhat squeezed his head holding in a growl. Just now he wants to save the data first his laptop is dead.

"Aaaaarrrhhh o Allah... The battery is why it's not so durable." The more furious he was, until he hit the table once with his fist, making Qori aghast in shock when he came out of the room.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, what's wrong?" Qori approached Farhat.

"It's okay, sorry? I surprised you, didn't I?"

"Slightly, what is it?"

"Here, my laptop is dead again. Oh, my God." Scratching the back of the head rough while releasing the skull.

"Indeed not in charge mas?"

"You want to charge it but forget where the naro charger laptop is."

"Oh my God, I was just picking on the porch, not to be on the porch."

"No, yes..." Farhat immediately rushed out to pick up his laptop charger which was still installed in the outlet, then went back in. "It rains outside so hard." Farhat said, he also installed his charger.

"That's why don't you forget it." Said Qori gently, rubbing the husband's shoulder. Farhat became awkward all of a sudden.

"Yes... Duh, stay up later."

"Everything gone? Not every thousand words?"

"It's been saved, but this is the half that I want to save already died first. Duh how's this."

"Try Qori look at mas." Qori. The girl touched Farhat's laptop. "When I was teaching, I remember when TKJ*'s teacher taught me when files forgot to save tell me to type this, find our data here." Qori type something *(Computer and Network Technology).

During that explanation, because Qori's face was very close to Farhat made Farhat feel even more nervous even though his eyes continued to look straight ahead.

"Nih mas Farhat Open first Ms. World, continue to open the blank pagenya, click the file, trus mas scrol recent document after this click. Recover unsave documents. Look, which file did you have?"

"MashaAllah, it's still there... How are you smart, baby?" Farhat said happily, while Qori only blushed as Farhat praised him.

Farhat immediately re-saves the failed file to save it. Then pulled Qori's hand suddenly, making the girl gasp while sitting on Farhat's lap.

"Qori?" Call me Farhat.

"I.iya mas." The girl looked at her husband's eyes nervously.

"Not cold?" Farhat asked, he grabbed Qori's chin, his gaze fixed on the lips that he kissed yesterday.

"Se... Little." The answer.

"Mas Farhat's hooked, baby." He spoke softly while rubbing those lips with his thumb. Until it approached Farhat, and the lips of the two returned to unite very gently, clashing in the boisterous sound of rain outside. Farhat let go of his kiss. "To yuk's room. We'll connect there." Take Farhat.

"Ka...kamar, is it finished?"

"Yes... You alone? It's really healthy, right? No longer sick? In your former cesarean." Ask me Farhat.

"That means, you can ask to be served tonight, right?"

"Emmm?" Qori could not answer, his heart was completely pounding irregularly.

"Hows it? Are you ready for me to gauli?"

"Taa... Buty? Are you sure you want to, thank me? I'm not the woman I love."

Farhat grabbed Qori's hand, then placed it on his chest.

"You feel no? I was pounding when I kissed your lips." Ustadz Farhat. Qori also shed her tears. "Can this be called love? If yes... I'll say it, I love you my wife."

"Hiks... Qori loves you too my husband. Mas Farhat's." The girl cried, making Farhat immediately wipe her tears.

"Don't cry my lover. Sorry yeah... I love you too late."

"Hiks is okay... It's not too late, it's far from my target to give up."

"Csssttt... Don't say the word surrender, dear. Sorry, sorry again."

"Yes mas... Thank you very much Farhat."

"So how? Wanna?"

"You what?" Qori chuckled, even though her eyes were still wet from crying.

"Kok use tanya...? Indeed do not want to be in the love of the inner ration of the mas?"

"You, eat it Qori's already in these pajamas." Pointing at her sleeping pajamas.

"MashaAllah, I just..." Farhat was happy, his wife's body was really good.

"I've been in these pajamas since yesterday hoping that every night, my husband will touch me. Since the end of the puerper."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, sorry dear. It was cold tonight, I needed warmth. Go to the room." Take Farhat, the girl nodded and then moved. "But baby, turn off the living room lights the same as the kitchen first," Farhat walked quickly to check the main door, after feeling sure it was locked he also turned off the unused lights. Then entered following Qori who was already sitting on their bed.

"Honestly, I was nervous. So if it's less to make you comfortable sorry." Farhat's hand had already touched Qori's soft face.

"Yes, um." Smiling delightfully. Mas Farhat began to stick his palm on the forehead of Qori reciting prayers, after which began to approach again the lips of the wife while laying down the body of Qori in their bed. Enjoy the first night that is delayed quite a long time.

The night was getting colder, accompanied by the rain outside. Where the warmth of two lovebirds who are clashing love under the blanket, the,

It is as if the rain belongs only to those who are alone, filled with loneliness. Like an unrequited love he said...

And at this moment, Qori could feel the results of her prayers. He got the love of Farhat, although he knew it was not yet fully but now it is raining like an early witness they are united.

Without a doubt, especially when staring at the face on him who was smiling while showering made her sure, that her husband was not joking. He must be trying to instill that love for him deeper and deeper into Farhat's heart.

What then? Who says Farhat doesn't make him comfortable. He played very well and was not in a hurry. Makes Qori feel very comfortable in every touch of love ustadz Farhat.

This is true love, love that has the shade of the Creator. Come in unexpected ways, without greeting, without frenzy. Then just present. Helping a lonely soul who needs protection.

Seriate....