Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Rahma Grief

## One week before the wedding. ##

That night, after applying for leave, Rahma is now in Jakarta.

he previously worked in Ampera, Palembang City. As a nurse at one of the major hospitals there.

although in Jakarta there are also many hospitals, but he chose to wander and work on the opposite island. There he also met an ER doctor named Fikri and weaved into closeness for up to four years. Confidence to marry who stuck in Fikri began to get stronger, the man also proposed to Rahma and will marry her this year.

The ringing of the phone on Rahma's phone made her run quickly into the room, then grabbed her phone. For a moment his lips were happy, when he found a phone from the man of his heart.

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum mas," said Rahma with pleasure.

"My dear Walaikumsalam, what are you doing? Already asleep huh? How did you get that old phone call?" ask Fikri.

"no mas, my uncle and aunt were visiting so we had a chat in the living room. What are you doing?" ask Rahma.

"i'm guarding the night, on this Saturday, because it's the last day I keep the night.Tomorrow am I on leave? so just prepare to go to Jakarta" he said, hearing that Rahma smiled, it was not believed that the wedding would be held on Friday tomorrow.

"Rahma, you know? I'm really looking forward to this moment, and I can't believe you'll be my wife soon" said Fikri.

"Yes mas, Rahma too. it was impatient to get together at the sewer," Rahma replied involuntarily, feeling a drop of tears dripping down her cheek. Whether because of a sense of moved or what, Suddenly she wanted to cry and wanted to hug her future husband.

"Wait for my arrival, baby." said Fikri.

"I'll wait, take good care of yourself" Rahma told Fikri, who was smiling there.

"Yes, baby, you too. Uh already yes, there are patients. After all it is ten in the night you should sleep," said Fikri.

"Yes, um."

"good night my angel, tomorrow I'll call again." Piiiiikkk phone call was disconnected.

Rahma smiled, she looked at the screen of her phone which was plastered Photo Fikri and herself. Rahma also kissed the screen with a feeling of pleasure.he then walked quickly to the bed, and immediately lay down his body and closed his eyes.Hope the night quickly changed to morning, and soon, and the day went on until she could meet with Friday, the day she would legally be the wife of the man.

The next morning, Rahma narrowed her eyes, there were many phone calls from her mother Fikri and many messages from her friends.

"What's this about? Why is my phone suddenly crowded?" murmured Rahma, from her wrinkled forehead appeared a big question mark, mixed with fear that I don't know what.he also opened one of the messages.

(Rahma, I mourn, and am concerned that you may be steadfast with this calamity, and that Doctor Fikri may go in a state of husnul khotimah)

Reading the message, Rahma's eyes were round, he saw all the messages contained condolences, so that he was confused, just now he intended to call Fikri, the door of his room had been knocked by someone.

Rahma quickly opened the door to her room.

He saw his mother crying while hugging him, at that time Rahma still did not understand all this.

"I..mom, what's wrong?" Rahma asked, Rahma's mother took off her arms.

"Patient dear. Mas Fikri you died this morning, due to a car accident," said the mother with a hoarse voice.

At that moment Rahma shook her head quickly. He immediately contacted Fikri, to make sure that what he heard was not true. But all in vain, Fikri's number is no longer active. After a few seconds, Fikri's mother called again, Rahma quickly picked him up.

"Ha..hallo ma'am?" greet Rahma, please worry.

"Rahmas? You have heard this bad news, right, Fikri has picked up his Master near the river Musi dear. His car collided with a container truck, where the hood of his car fell in, until it rattled with Fikri who was wedged there. I didn't expect this to happen to her, but this week you're getting married, Fikriiiiii—"

There were sobs of tears that were very slashing from sebrang, while Rahma could only grin. slowly her hand grip began to stretch, her phone fell out of that hand.

Just last night he heard his voice, why this morning suddenly mas Fikri came home?

"Mas Fikri?" Rahma sobbed, she threw her body on the floor.

"Rahma, be patient dear," his mother tried to calm the hysterical Rahma, she could not accept the fact.

"I want my Fikri!! we're getting married ma'am, we're getting married on Friday. Hiks Maaas, mas Fikri—" Rahma grew hysterical, in her mother's arms.

That morning, everything was like a nightmare that made him want to wake up from a dream he never expected.

Now all his beautiful dreams to live happily with Fikri seem to be buried deeply with the rigid body of Fikri.

Day after day passed, Rahma did not want to leave the room at all, she was still crying until now, especially the date of her marriage with Fikri was getting closer. There are only three days left. His eyes were fixed on a white kebaya that was hanging near his closet, on the bed Rahma bent her knees hugging him while crying, lamenting everything that had happened, she said, because anyway Fikri will never come back.

On the same day...

That morning an Ustad came to meet Kyai who was also close to him, the man in the black shop parked his car in the courtyard of Kyai Khalil's house.

For a moment the white-haired man narrowed his eyes as the man walked out of his car while smiling.

"Assalamu'alaikum mr. Kyai" cried Irsyad in front of his house.

"Walaikumsalam warohmatulohi wabarakatuh, is this Irsyad?" He said, knowing his gaze had begun to blur, Irsyad also grabbed Kyai Khalil's right hand and kissed the back of his hand many times.

"Yes Mr. Kyai" replied Irsyad subtly with a smile.

"MashaAllah, this handsome Ustadz came at last to my house, I thought I was busy filling up the da'wah and teaching so forgot to walk here." Kyai Khalil said as he chuckled.

"Kyai could have been, where maybe I forgot my role model." Answer Irsyad who also chuckles.

"Yes.iya... Come, enter Ustadz" Take Pak Kyai in front of him.

Thirty-year-old Ustadz sat politely in a corner chair, looking around feeling nostalgic, he still remembers staying in this house for a month to teach children in the Kyai Khalil assembly five years ago.

"Please drink the tea Ustadz." said a woman who was fat and fat who was none other than Kyai Khalil's wife.

"Thank you" said Irsyad, smiling.

"Well ustadz? How are you doing this Antum, after five years of not meeting it feels more radiant Antum, more handsome you know, already have a hareem yet?" (Wife) asked Kyai Khalil.

"Ahhh could have been Kyai sir, if my wife wasn't there yet." Answer lightly.

"Lho's? How can you be like Antum unmarried? Wait until when?" ask Kyai that.

"Hehe, to be honest, I haven't found the woman I want to marry" Irsyad said.

"Yes time? You don't choose Irsyad too much, it's not good to be single for too long."

"Don't choose Kyai sir, it's just that I did not have the courage to preach a ukhti, but for now maybe I am ready so I come to Kyai, just once? Kyai Khalil has a candidate for me" said Ustadz Irsyad, who smiled at the time.

"If there were, would you marry her this Friday?" ask Kyai that.

"A..what? This friday?" ustadz Irsyad was shocked when he heard that, how could it be married within three days.

"Yes, do you remember Mr Akmal? The RW chief here? Her daughter was supposed to get married on Friday, but misfortune was running high, her future husband died on Sunday due to a car accident in Palembang" Kyai Khalil said.

"Inalillahi WA Roji'un?" muttered Irsyad, for a moment his heart was touched upon hearing the story.

"the girl was actually very kind and friendly, but the sorrow that enveloped her heart made her always shut herself up, she said, yesterday his father came to me he asked to find a mate for his daughter because in addition to all the preparations are ripe, and seeing Rahma's condition that was slightly shaken due to not accepting fate made her decide to keep marrying her daughter that day with a man who can be patient and able to melt her to treat her heart wound." say that Kyai.

"If you can tell whose name Kyai is?" ask Irsyad.

"His name is Rahma Quratta Aini, how is Ustadz pleased?" ask the kyai sir.

"Married three more days, especially with his condition still in mourning, will he accept that? It looks like it's going to be hard." murmured Irsyad.

"i also think like that, but if Ustadz doesn't like it is okay, will I?"

"I'm pleased with Mr. Kyai" replied Irsyad loudly.

"really? Antum sure?" kyai asked, Irsyad nodded.

"Then do not go home, I will contact Mr. Akmal, and tonight we will go to his house" said Mr. Kyai Khalil.

"iya Kyai, but? I have nothing to prepare, I have to go to the fruit shop first to bring something as a hand" said Irsyad,

"Jih monggo Ustadz, please." he replied with a smile, Irsyad then moved and walked out to his car.