Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter Missing. (other women admirer of Rumi)

Abi Irsyad has just moved from his prostration after a long recitation after the issue.

He turned his head towards the central room where there was only Noah there watching the television show.

"Dec, where's Umma?" Ask Irsyad.

"In Bi's room he said Umma's feet were sore, wanted to rest." Noah answered, Irshad rounded his lips.

"Sister?"

"That's up ahead, again working on Bi's report, tomorrow will you leave in the morning."

"Is that so, you don't rest?"

"Later Bi, wait until Shafa wants Dateng said."

"Shafa?"

"Yes, I'd like to borrow a flash drive to see the practicum data, Nuha."

"Owh yeah, Abi rest first yes, you don't sleep at night."

"Yes Bi."

Before heading to his room, Irsyad grabbed olive oil in a medicine box hanging on the wall and climbed up the stairs.

While in the room... Rahma was sitting while straightening her legs and patting the achy legs.

"Khumaira," called out to Irsyad softly just after opening their room door. While Rahma then threw away her face due to the arrogance that still exists, with a gaze still fixed on a television screen in front of her.

"Still rambling anyway?"

"Fad part. Just turn off the motor all over."

Chuckles, now Ustadz Irsyad is already next to Rahma and sitting sideways. "Sorry, Abis Umma sat it far away anyway,"

"Who told me to put his face directly to the sun early in the morning when he saw the woman."

"Yes Allah only because of accidentally meeting Isti, the time is so direct anyway deck?"

"It's not all by itself if you meet Miftah." Cupppp Irsyad kisses his wife's lips.

"Don't call that name deck,"

"Idih, I said the name Isti. Hayoo. Has Rahma mentioned a name?" Cupp...

"let's say it again?"

Hit Irsyad's shoulder slowly. "It's so bad."

"Live follow the deck, if you call Isti yes you kiss the sininya mas." Tapping his lips.

"Win a lot on your dong mas?"

"Hehehe, do not discuss it, it is not good. later if Abi is accused of wanting polygamy again how?" (Sama reader fisabilillah yes ustadz, Author aja get zu'udzon continue this hehehe.)

"Yes, I'm sorry, but Rahma pegel's leg is really big." Clap her feet.

"Haduuuhh just say this one grandma asked in a massage."

"Kok grandma anyway? Rahma's age is still forty-five! Don't call it ahhh,"

Irsyad. "Why really? It's natural, children are adults if they have children yes you are called grandma dong, mas called grandfather."

"Yes but... Ahhh already not discussed that, Rahma is not ready." Grabbing olive oil in Irsyad's hands, but snuffed because it was directly away by Irsyad.

"Just let's go, umma ya,"

"Ikhlas is not?"

"Ikhlas dong, all body mas pijit also Ridho, origin tipped gift ration night." Chuckles.

"The best you can is you."

Irsyad chuckled "Have fallen asleep later mas incandescent top down." Irsyad.

Rahma also nodded. "Oh yes, too old. It's aki-aki." Hit Irsyad's shoulder.

"What the hell, hold his hand?"

"So Abi said that, top massage under what does it mean anyway?"

"Astagfirullah, wrong again? what do you mean is a deck hand, what is it? su'udzon continues to. Do not-don't you yes who want to be touched, if in thought this week has not been rations anyway, yuk yuk yuk," hugged Rahma's body, while Rahma only Chuckles.

And after Abi Irsyad went into the room to both of them did not come out again.

While their two children are still with their respective affairs, outside.

Until a knock makes Rumi move from his sitting position, to open the door.

"Wa.. walaikumsalam." Down and then move to the side. "Just get inside, Shafa." Rumi said, it is like that if he meets a woman who is not his muhrim. It will certainly immediately feel a little scared and trembling, exactly the same as Irsyad used to be.

"Mak Shafa—" called out to Nuha who immediately approached the girl who was already smiling gracefully at him. "Let's go in," grabbed Shafa's hand.

"Yes Nuha, but I'm not long huh. It's night too." He said as he moved his feet.

Rumi smiled, closing the door. The age difference of only one year makes Rumi Now call him by name is no longer a big brother, whether since he was in junior high school, has not mentioned Shafa's sister anymore, but he has not mentioned Shafa, maybe because Shafa is smaller in growth so that makes Rumi not want to mention with her brother.

He went back to his job, and it was true that no half an hour had yet been spent by Nuha and Shafa had gone out again.

"Tomorrow I'll play to Shafa's house." Naha.

"Yes deck, I'm waiting for ya," Shafa replied.

"Sister Rumi, take Shafa's mom, there." Tell Nuha.

Shafa rounded his eyeballs, "don't, I'll take the bike, the deck."

"But it's late."

"Yes, but right?"

Rumi moved on. "it's okay, I just take it with me. I take the keys and jacket first." Walking with his head bowed past Shafa.

"Duh, Nuha I don't like to know."

"Hihihi," closed her mouth, she actually knew, Shafa slightly admired her brother, seen from the attitude of her who felt nervous if near Rumi.

"Come on." Rumi is ready and the road ahead.

"There." Noah pushes Shafa's shoulder.

Sighs. "You're the deck."

"Hehehe, Greetings to Uncle Ulum and Aunt Aida yes, make Qonni too." Both of them are doing a cipika-cipiki movement.

"Yes, I'll tell you later. I'll go home first, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Said Nuha, while Rumi was on his bike, waiting for Shafa.

After the two bikes ran with Rumi in front, Noah smiled and closed the door.

On the way, Rumi occasionally turned to the rearview mirror to make sure Shafa's motorbike was not far from him.

While in the position of Shafa, he actually felt more nervous because he saw the back of a tall man who was using a CBR motor, making him look more dashing.

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. I shouldn't have to be in between like this." Shafa felt a pounding sensation in his chest, while the distance to his house was still quite far, he also could not take his eyes off so as not to be left far from Rumi's motorbike.

The actual journey did not take that long as it felt very far to Shafa. Until he could breathe a sigh of relief when he arrived in front of his house. Rumi stopped by to say hello to Ulum who had come out of the house.

"Uncle." Greeting as he approached the man who had smiled warmly at him.

"It's just better looking." Patting his shoulders while hugging Rumi's body.

"Hehehe could've, how's uncle doing?" Ask Rumi.

"Alright Alhamdulillah," he replied, "get in," asked Ulum later.

"Thank you uncle, but Rumi has to come home, leave tomorrow morning because."

"Oh, so yeah." Ulum said, Aida soon came out, along with Qonni Shafa's younger sister.

greeting Rumi and talking for a while, after which Rumi said goodbye.

There was a thin smile on Shafa's lips while looking at Rumi's back that was getting farther away on the bike.

"Cieeee in anterin home." Qonni Temptation.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." He glanced at his sister.

"You will marry ustadz Rumi, so change the name dong, ustadzah Shafa." Ledek. Shafa also pulled his sister's cheeks.

"You are, by the way, the only school that really wants exams too."

"Well, why, prayer."

"Iisssh, Qonni!"

"Hey kids, whisper what the hell, it's night let's go in." Tell Ulum, while putting Shafa's motorbike into the house.

"Let's go, keep the story in the room, just say the same brother ustadz Rumi."

"Dedes!"

"Hehehe." A little run to his house. While Shafa only shook his head while beristighfar.