Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter misses 3

Rahma grabbed a piece of tissue to clean the mouth of her children who were covered in ice cream.

A bell near the door rattles when the door is opened. Making Rahma turn her head for a while then stunned when she saw two women in green uniforms enter the tavern.

From his uniform, rich they nurse? –Rahma guessed it and it is true. The two women were nurses from one of the hospitals, which is about three kilometers from the ice cream shop.

"This night I took care of a lot of patients in the ER, sister. Oh my, tired. I couldn't sleep for a minute."

"The ICU room is also good. Moreover, there is a patient who is being monitored his condition every thirty minutes and died at five this morning."

The nurse, apparently. So remember my job, first.

Rahma quietly continued to listen to the conversation of the two of them, as well as observing the short-sleeved clothes and trousers. While her hair is in a neat bun that makes her nostalgic.

I was a nurse in charge of guarding the ward. Indeed, if you keep the most tiring night, it feels like sleeping all day is not enough to replace the delayed night's sleep.

Rahma remembered once, when she had to endure sleepiness every night, and took turns sleeping with her fellow nurses. Yes, the moment that immediately made him remember Doctor Fikri.

If there is a door that Satan loves the most to enter, it is the door of delusion. Where people will imagine the past, after that wonder. To be channeled to something that is haram to be remembered.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim–" Rahma who remembers Irsyad's words immediately beristighfar. That's right, Mas Irsyad. I only remember my old time. Why do you suddenly remember the deceased?

Her lips continued to mutter so much that the two women who only bought ice cream and snacks took away. Rahma sighed.

Sometimes missing work is natural, right? But why do I often remember the world I used to work in, huh? Am I just bored because I've been busy taking care of the kids?

"Umma, Dede is done" said Noah, who surprised Rahma a little. The woman nodded slowly with narrowed eyes due to the smile.

"Sister too, Umma..."

"Sister's cream isn't finished yet, huh, Umma!" Pointing to the glass containing ice cream Rumi's that had slightly melted, and still half left.

"Not spent?" Rahma asked a little taste of Rumi's.

"That's it, Umma."

"But be redundant."

"Es cream Brother brought home, yes, Umma," pinta Rumi who did not want to argue his sister. Rahma smiled as she nodded and asked for a mini plastic to wrap the ice cream glass.

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On the way home, the road situation is quite crowded. The more dominated by the same mothers seemed to have run out to pick up school children.

Their current position was as follows: It was Nuha who was piggybacking at the front, while Rumi was at the back. Yes, it was deliberately done in such a position. In order to avoid kejailan both of them who can not calm down while on the vehicle. Of course it's very dangerous. Therefore, separating the two is the right choice.

It is the routine of a mother in general. Riding a motorcycle, driving and picking up schoolchildren. Rahma began to enjoy the role willingly and happily of course.

Before entering the residential area, they must meet the red light first at the intersection. The scorching sun already feels stinging on the skin, making it a little uncomfortable.

While waiting, Rahma fad turned to the side, and found a hooded woman with a regular size wrapped around the neck, plus a one-set shirt about the size of the body. We were waiting for the lights to turn green. Behind him was a boy who was piggybacking as well. Maybe it was his son.

Seeing people today wearing such veils looks young and elegant, yes. Especially with her body. If I wear clothes like that. What comments will be made by Mas Irsyad?

Rahma giggled without a sound. Imagine Irsyad's unhappy face if he wears such a dress. But he is also conscious. His body shape is slightly thick. It is not suitable to wear body clothes like that.

Hmmmm. how happy that woman is. Already have children but still slim body. Different from me.

After being satisfied to observe he glanced back at himself. With a fairly loose robe, making his body look more contained.

Lately, I've been getting less and less concerned with my own looks. Want to feel slim, at least I do not look old, even though wearing a large robe. And my confidence level, when I was alone in the room with Mas Irsyad, must have been even greater.

The sound of the horn shocked the mother of two children. Apparently the lights are green.

"What am I daydreaming about, anyway?" Rahma muttered to herself before returning to continue her journey home.

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In-house...

A housekeeper knocked on the door before entering into Rumi and Nuha's room. Where Rahma was busy bathing her son in turn, which is now the turn of Noah.

"Mother, sorry. I went home" he said.

"Oh, yeah, Mommy." Rahma appreciates the pink towel for Nuha who just finished bathing. "Dede's wearing the same shirt, Rani, yes. Umma just gonna come out for a minute."

"Yes, Umma–" he answered before running small to the corner of the room followed by Mba Rani to the colorful puzzle carpet. Meanwhile Rahma immediately came out of the room because her duties had been taken over by the household assistant.

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Out...

Ustadz Irshad was crouching next to Rumi. The boy with a white face due to the powder was playing a wooden puzzle.

"Home home, Mom?" rahma asked as she reached for her husband's hand, which immediately rose.

"Already, Deck. Mas, right, leaving in the morning. So you can go home early."

"But Rahma is not yet as good as she looks," chuckled. The woman with the long negligee scratched her head until her hair ties became messy.

"No papa, Dek. Iki, Mas already brought what you want," handed the package containing tofu aci. Kontan alone, both Rahma's eyes sparkle. Rushing he received it, then sat on the sofa of the living room to taste.

"Pie, yummy, to?" ask her after Rahma took one bite.

"Enak, Mommy. Exactly like that time, you've brought."

"Let's go, good. Mas sepet queue long, do not know if the place is so crowded."

"Oh, huh? Laris means. Pantes, anyway. It's good to have."

"Yes, Deck. Previously Ulum already told that the place is very rame. And had time to turn it on, make an order through the application. But I just want to know where'e, so buy it yourself. Although it turns out far away.It has to use the queue number," he said while watching his wife put half of the Aci know in her hand directly into the mouth.

"Some. You must be tired, huh, Mom?"

"Yo, Ndak. For your sake. willing to queue, this loh."

"Hemmmm. Who had fought for his wife could eat Tofu Aci, Tegal."

Irsyad laughed, raising a little bit of his hand. Glance at the clock, "Mas wants to take a shower first, Dek. Just a little later in Ashar's time."

"Yes, Mas. Rahma too. But I'm just gonna take a bath in Noah's room."

"Yo. I didn't go up first, yeah."

"Yes," he answered still continuing to eat the crisp, chewy Aci tofu. Ustadz Irsyad smiled. He got up and walked away from there, towards the second floor stairs.

On the other hand, Rahma whose intention was just to taste it, without realizing it turned out to have spent three seeds tofu. Now he is holding the fourth tofu.

"Astaghfirullah al 'azim. Now my snacking cravings are getting out of control, aren't they?" Rahma realized, now the back of her white and clean hand was looking more and more stocky. "Looks like I've got to stop my gluttony."

On the lid again the box contains his year. Then he put it in a bag of scrapes that was before it was brought to the kitchen.