Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
salted fried rice

With Rahma's annoyed feelings back to their room, she sat down while crossing her legs on the bed with a pillow over her lap.

"Huuuuh, just the first day but honestly I'm not at home, how can I survive to be a wife of an ustadz, I am indeed a Muslimah but I have not been able to compensate for her faith." Cklaaaaakkk the door of the room opened with Irsyad who then entered the room staring at Rahma who immediately turned her face, turning her face, with a moment of breath Irsyad smiled and closed the door again and walked closer to Rahma who still looks irritated, he sat next to Rahma who immediately shifted a little distance.

"Eye?" call Irsyad slowly with your hands raised to touch Rahma's head but Rahma quickly avoids it.

"Dek don't get angry, I was just kidding," said Irsyad as he continued to look at Rahma who was not looking at him at all.

"Roman?" Call Irsyad again, but Rahma still does not want to answer him.

"Dek Rahma dear, if called it must be answered."

"Yeah!" Rahma replied with a slight pressing tone.

"How old is he? How come her voice is so cute like a teenage girl? It's getting tired." Irsyad tried to seduce.

"Didn't work" Rahma answered still tight, Irsyad chuckled, slowly he grabbed Rahma's hand and put away the pillow on his lap, hesitatingly he approached Rahma and hugged her, for the first time, it also makes Rahma surprised and clumsy when getting such treatment from a man she just knew despite her status now has become her legal husband, while Irsyad felt an excessive vibration in the recesses of his heart. His chest continued to tremble irregularly so that he unconsciously continued to breathe quickly due to holding back his nervousness, his hands were suddenly trembling making it difficult to caress Rahma's long hair it also made him look stiff, stiff, Rahma who felt that also sighed.

"Ji..if you can't hug a woman, you should just let go" said Rahma who also felt nervous. Irshad looked at the face below.

"Roman?" Call Irsyad softly, with another look Rahma felt a little afraid, afraid if her husband asked her to serve him because last night they had not had time to do that.

"Bec...Rahma wanted to make breakfast first mas," she said, who then let go of her husband's embrace and went down from their bed by rushing him out to his kitchen room.

With Irsyad still riveted, he slowly touched his chest.

"Oh Allah, I love my wife." she mumbled softly as she shed her tears at the extreme sweetness of finally being able to love a girl for the first time, after all this time holding back the desire, and trying not to love what is not a thing.

In the minimalist but elegant kitchen room Rahma was flat-footed, she regretted saying she wanted to cook breakfast for Irsyad.

He was confused about what to cook for Irsyad while he could only cook instant noodles. In front of the stove he just paced back and forth unclear looking for an idea of what cuisine is right for the morning, he looked at a rice cooker and tried to open it.

"Is there rice in it? And it looks like it's just ripe? What's Irsyad's cooking??" muttered Rahma lirih.

He tried to find spices and open a refrigerator nearby, while he was amazed, Irsyad lived alone but the contents of the refrigerator were full of cooking ingredients and fruits.

"Dec, would you like to help?" asked Irsyad suddenly so as to make Rahma gasp.

"no..no need, Rahma can be alone" he said who is still choosing.

"What are you looking for?" ask Irsyad.

"Bumbu mas, onions and so on." said Rahma without looking at it one bit, honestly she was still nervous at her husband due to his gaze earlier.

"There's a deck down here" said Irsyad who immediately opened the cupboard under the kitchen table.

For a moment Rahma closed the refrigerator door and squatted under the table, Again she was made to peck, and, when looking at the spice is very complete and neatly arranged in a stacking basket with some other spices.

'Is it true that Irsyad has been living alone without a housekeeper? This sizable house is very clean and tidy, as well as all these cooking ingredients? Has he been cooking himself all this time?' murmured Rahma in her heart, she grabbed some of the herbs and woke up.

"Dek Rahma what do you want to cook? Mas so impatient waiting for the cuisine of the wife of this mas." said Irsyad who at that time also made Rahma again remembered that he could not cook.

"Emmm only fried rice, because there is rice in the rice cooker." replied Rahma slowly. "Anu? What's the mas that's cooking the rice?" ask Rahma.

"Yes, before waking you up, cook the rice first, mas used to do that, so as it has become a habit before praying the mas try to cook rice first, so as already, because mas sometimes teach in the morning so can quickly eat breakfast before leaving" said Irsyad. Rahma is also mangosteen.

"Yes, it's better for Irsyad to come out, I want to cook first" Rahma said in a tone that still sounded stiff.

"Ade sure? Don't you want to help?" ask Irsyad.

"No need." Cold answer.

"Yes already then" said Irsyad with a smile, he walked towards the living room, tidying up the room.

With a broomstick in his hand he began to sweep the floor, and after mopping the room, actually their house is not too big, but because the arrangement of the room that fit makes the house look spacious.

In the kitchen room Rahma was still trying to dwell on a frying pan in front of her where the white rice had turned brown, carefully trying to taste it.

"There was no taste" he murmured, reaching for the salt and sprinkling it over the rice.

"Less isn't it?" he murmured again and again, until he was sure that the rice was salty enough.

Rahma turned off the stove and served it on a serving plate without tasting it again, then put it on the table, there she also fried the beef eye eggs and put it on the fried rice.

After he finished he saw Irsyad enter and put his mop bucket near the kitchen room next to the washing machine.

"Was it ripe?" asked Irsyad excitedly, he washed his hands clean and sat on the table, while he saw the kitchen was very dirty but he was happy, finally in his kitchen there was a woman who became queen there, namely his wife.

Yes, even though Rahma did not love Irsyad but she still wanted to serve him, by handing a spoon to Irsyad and pouring a glass of water for her husband, she said, with a feeling of pleasure Irsyad received a glass filled with water that was extended by Rahma.

"Thank you deck" he said sparkling, yes Rahma's treatment really touched him.

without answering, Rahma grabbed a glass for him and filled it with a standing position, raising her hand to drink the water.

"Dek wait," Irsyad quickly held him down.

"Why?" ask Rahma.

"If the drink is sitting on the deck, do not stand so it is not the same as animals, here sit down just to drink" said Irsyad.

"A lot of rules." The intention was very soft while pulling the chair in front of him while Irsyad only nodded while smiling.

Irsyad also read the prayer to eat, then scooped the fried rice and put it in the mouth.

Just now that Irsyad was about to chew his eyeballs when it was round, he fell silent for a moment and then glanced at Rahma who was currently aiming confusedly at him.

Irsyad quickly chewed the rice and swallowed it forcibly then grabbed the glass beside him and drank the water to the end.

Feeling that there was an oddity Rahma even frowned.

"What's wrong?" rahma asked confused.

"Anu, this is deck? Is the price of salt currently cheap?" asked Irsyad while scratching his head, which at that time also made Rahma scoop his rice and eat it, and then, before long Rahma also moved while covering her mouth walked quickly and took out the fried rice in her mouth into the trash can.

"Gosh, how salty?" Rahma drank water in her glass.

"Astaghfirullah deck," cried Irsyad who heard that, while holding back his laughter.

"Mass? If it's salty why not just say it anyway? Why should I swallow rice?" rahma.

"yes, I'm afraid you're angry again if mas lepehin, but it's delicious kok deck just mas afraid of high blood if spent." said Irsyad who at that time also made Rahma bowed embarrassed, with that he could show Irsyad that he could not cook.

"Sorry, actually Rahma can not cook." murmured very softly but can still be heard Irsyad.

"Ohooo can't anyway? oh my deck why not say," Irsyad is still trying to hold back his laughter. "yes it's okay mas happy ade want to try masakin for mas, seriously mas happy once," irsyad said while holding Rahma's hand.

"Yes but the same is the rice so reddish right?" rahma.

"It's okay deck, may God forgive ya, now we're ready and breakfast outside, baby, because you seem tired." said Irsyad who at that time without answering Rahma immediately moved and left Irsyad with shame.

"Oh my goodness, Rahma" Irsyad still chuckled, he grabbed two plates on the table and tidied them up and washed them, while he saw the kitchen was still a mess.

"Later I'll settle down, now I have to take Rahma out for breakfast." muttered Irsyad who then sauntered out of the kitchen.