Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
dinner outside.

Still on the same night, when Irsyad and Rahma had just finished their maghrib prayer. After zikr, Irsyad always ends by doing prostration movements with a long time.

Rahma waited for Irsyad to finish and ended her prostration. Then Irsyad woke up and turned to Rahma.

"Tumben ade is still here? Are you still afraid?" ask Irsyad.

Rahma shakes. "Mas, why did Irsyad bow down for so long?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad smiled as he rubbed Rahma's head gently. "You know, honey? Why do you like prostration and you are willing to do that for a long time?" ask Irsyad.

"Why?"

"All because I admired that very simple gesture but the result was amazing. We whisper to the earth, but our voices are heard in the sky" Irsyad said. "And why mas always prolongs the movement of mas prostration during prayer. All because of the betahan mas, as very close as it feels to the creator." Irsyad.

"Subhanallah my husband." said Rahma, it's true, every minute, Rahma's second to admire her husband more and more with every word and deed.

Rahma wants to follow in her husband's footsteps, she really wants to survive the world or the hereafter with her husband.

"Mas wants Rahma to learn continuously" said Irsyad.

"But it seems, Rahma's faith will not be as strong as mine."

Irsyad chuckled, "I think the faith is always so strong?" ask Irsyad.

"Yes, we will not feel like this Rahma."

"Who says an Ustadz will never be in the weak phase of faith? All men have faith that goes up and down Rahma, so does the Irsyad, or even the other ulama's alim."

"But Rahma never saw the phase where the mas is lazy to worship?"

"Sok know this deck of Rahma, mas if it is a descendant of his faith mas will gather more with other saints so that the faith will rise again, mas, and can also be seen from the habits of the mas that so changed due to laziness the wake of the mas so bad luck, that's why sometimes mas also do not wake up in a third of the night."

"Waking up the misfortune of Irsyad is what time? Kok Rahma never knew."

"Four in the morning." replied Irsyad.

Rahma also moved her lips. "Well, four say bad luck, arrogant again or what the hell is this story?"

Irsyad chuckled, "seriously deck, but it always teaches Rahma to sleep less than ten hours a night like a mas right, so what? So that Rahma can get used to waking up early like a mas."

"You sleep after the magrib is also basically, Rahma is kebo mas, Rahma will still be bad luck. Maybe if there was an earthquake too, Rahma will not wake up in a third of the night so sound." rahma replied, Irsyad laughed while shaking his head.

"There's just you deck." Irsyad. So too with Rahma. "Oh yeah, what's cooking today?"

"I'm sorry, Rahma didn't cook today" Rahma said.

"Oh so yes, yes it's a pity we eat out. What does Rahma want to eat?" ask Irsyad.

"Rahma really wants to eat fried catfish mas, in the tent stall."

"Well, good catfish for fetal brain. Let's get ready." take Irsyad.

"Mas waitin," Rahma held Irsyad's arm.

"O Allah has promised. Here's the big jerky."

"Hehehe, is it still strong carrying pregnant women?"

"Strong if Rahma wants. Come on over here."

"Noah Rahma was afraid hehehe. Rahma walked alone but while holding my hand ya."

"Yes, my wife." Irsyad.

They walked up together to change clothes.

In front of a tent stall, Rahma got out of her car. And Rahma's gaze was fixed on a woman who had been a little old that the road was scattered behind a man who was her husband. Their distance was a little far until soon the woman tripped the rope tent to fall into the asphalt.

"Innalillah." cried Rahma. He approached the woman and helped her. But her husband came to her while walking fast. 'Alhamdulillah seems like her husband was going to help her.' Rahma's mind.

"Hey! Where did your eyes put it anyway? Just don't look around?" exclaimed the man who was not much different in age like that woman while shaking his waist. Hearing that, Rahma gasped. He did not expect, if a husband can be like that to his wife, when he should help the woman instead of scolding her.

"Sorry sir, the road runs very fast. I can't catch up."

"Don't be slow, get up! Drizzle this!" to him to the woman as he sauntered away. Rahma bobbing head. He quickly approached the middle-aged woman and helped her. Because the woman looked troubled waking up probably because of her fat body.

"Mom let me help you" said Rahma. The woman smiled too.

"Thank you" she answered, reaching for Rahma's hand and trying to get up. "Thank you again. I'm so much trouble for her" said the woman.

"Don't bother mom, it just helps a little."

The woman smiled "Yes yes I have to catch up with my husband" he said.

"Yes ma'am." replied Rahma.

Rahma continued to observe the woman while rubbing her stomach, shortly Irsyad came after parking the car.

"Let's go in." Take Irsyad with a smile. Rahma nodded too.

Inside the tent shop Rahma was a lot silent he even just stirring his drink using a straw.

"Dek Rahma, you asked for catfish, right? Why not eat now?" ask Irsyad.

Rahma sighed. "Mas, if we're old later? Can mas still be sweet on Rahma like this?" ask Rahma.

"Hey, I know it like that. Does it guarantee that we can still meet old age? We are only yesterday and today. Tomorrow is not necessarily dear." said Irsyad.

"Mas, just try to answer why the hell?" rahma besengut.

"Hehehe, who must have been trying, was Rahma. Kan Rahma true love mas Irsyad insyaallah." replied Irsyad.

"Rahma wasn't sure" he replied.

"Indeed why the hell? Suddenly ask that?"

"See the woman Rahma helped you with, right? I know, she's why?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad shook his head slowly. "Why, baby?"

Rahma also explained everything, which she had seen on Irsyad who just kept quiet to focus on listening to Rahma.

"Oh, so that? Hmmm, yes maybe some couples can not be romantic dear, some are indifferent as Rahma said earlier."

"Yes, but a wife shouldn't be upset just by falling, right? Mas know not hurt it not much, more to his shame mas, what else fell in public. yes, even if we see it pity but for those who fall it is something embarrassing." Rahma said in an annoyed tone.

"Bright... How did it go to Irsyad to vent this regret?" ask Irsyad.

"Sorry, Rahma didn't mean it that way."

"Hehehe, I also regret the attitude that Rahma told me about. But somehow we just look outside, right? What if her husband at home is so nice? Don't be so bad thinking about Rahma."

"Yes, but still Rahma felt sorry for you."

"Had, just hope what Rahma saw earlier was not really experienced by the mother earlier huh. Now eaten dong food, mas only has run out this Rahma is still a lot."

"Yes, Rahma ate."

"Well, it's dong, it's been quickly spent yes, after this we stopped by for a while to Ulum and Aida's house" said Irsyad. Rahma nodded and immediately finished her cold meal.