Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
the woman Ustadz once admired

Irsyad sighed. He grabbed an empty plate that was lying face down near Rahma and filled it with rice.

"Mas, Rahma isn't hungry yet."

"No, I want Rahma to eat."

"But Rahma was full enough" said Rahma.

"What do people eat? Rahma's deck had to eat a lot of it, and Noah and Rumi were still feeding on her Ummah." Irsyad grabbed his vegetables and side dishes. Then sit down while pulling his chair closer in front of Rahma.

"Let's open his mouth."

"Hhh this mas, Rahma would say that Rahma wants to reduce Rahma's weight."

"Make what less dear. Don't fuck around. Let's open his mouth quickly."

"Indeed, did you not realize, Rahma's body is already this fat?"

"Yes Allah... How much weight is Rahma's deck now?" ask Irsyad. Rahma was silent too.

"Kok quiet, I asked you this?"

"There is no need to ask, mas want to mock Rahma huh?"

"It's not mocking dear, because I don't see Rahma being fat."

"It's fat mas. Rahma's weight has entered fifty-five kilograms."

"O Allah, it is still ideal for Rahma. How tall are you?"

"One hundred and fifty-nine inches."

"It is still the ideal of Rahma, do not mess around. Let's eat."

"No mas. That means fat, Rahma's weight when Rahma was not pregnant was only forty-four kilo grams mas."

Irsyad sighed. "It's worth checking once, huh. I love your body which now contains more Rahma."

"Cock squeaky anyway, slim mas."

"Slim what Rahma. Already eat for what the hell diet-diet? Just let's get this Rahma deck disease."

"Mas doesn't know what it's like to be Rahma, a home-grown woman, who is dull, fat, unattractive. There are many slim women worshipers out there who look attractive, not to mention the female lecturers. And those college students."

"What is this saying? My wife is the most beautiful woman out there. Perfect for me too."

"Perfect what, that's a lie for sure."

Irsyad. "Have not said much No-no. Eat the rice."

"Ck, it will be mas later also Rahma ate already there."

"Eat Rahma." said Irsyad. Rahma was silent.

"Dek Rahma won't follow this?"

"Ck, one mouthful ya."

"Until it's over."

"No way to."

"Rahma—"

"Isshhhh forced this mas anyway."

"Forcing anything, is for your health as well. Quickly let's open his mouth, honey. Mas bite also later ya so his snatch."

Rahma chuckled and opened her mouth.

"Have you prayed yet?" ask Irsyad before putting a spoonful of rice into Rahma's mouth.

"It." Rahma approaches but Irsyad pulls her.

"What prayer?"

"Issshh the prayer eat, use the question." Rahma came back to the spoon but pulled it again.

"Have you given thanks?"

"Astaghfirullahalazim, it's the same meal prayer mas." Irsyad brought that spoonful of rice closer together again. And Rahma also opened her mouth but again pulled Irsyad who again distanced a spoonful of rice while chuckling.

Rahma also rounded her eyeballs. "The intention is not nyuapin Rahma?"

"Say I want a diet?"

"No need to eat anything." Rahma grumbling

"Haha, yeah baby, I'm sorry I was just kidding. Come here Aaaa."

"No, his lust is gone."

"He's got another dong, what's the need on the fishing line?"

"What fishing?"

"And he said his lust was gone so it must be on the fishing line again right let it rise again."

"That?" Rahma is not yet connected, while Irsyad only laughs witfully at the expression of his wife.

"This is another lust, this is the appetite."

"Hahaha yes, dear yes... This is how you want to eat alone or take a bribe?" ask Irsyad.

"Eating the table, baby. Don't let it go."

"Yes, yes, the bring is not lost this mas." said Rahma. Irsyad also shook his head. He rubbed Rahma's head and grabbed Nuha and Rumi held her together and brought them into the middle room in front of the television.

***

Intermittent nights... The twins slept in their beds. Rahma walked out of her room and closed the door down to Irsyad who was finishing her work in the living room.

"Mas, not finished yet?" ask Rahma while sitting next to Irsyad.

"A little more deck. Why miss touch?" Irsyad teases.

"This one." Irsyad chuckled.

Typewriter... Typewriter... Typewriter... "Alhamdulillah." He muttered while saving his data, and closed his laptop.

Irsyad opened her glasses and turned to face Rahma. "Why dear. Not sleepy yet?" Ask Irsyad while peeping Rahma's forehead.

"Not yet." Rahma.

"Why the mother of these children from earlier with her innate snuff."

"Mas, actually Rahma is still beautiful not really?" ask Rahma suddenly.

"Pretty darling... Still beautiful Kok wife of this mas, very beautiful even." praise Irsyad.

"Lying yes, because now it is not like before, always praising Rahma, flattering Rahma. So Rahma felt that Irsyad was not loving Rahma anymore."

Irsyad scratched his forehead using his index finger. "Dek Rahma is not menstruating, is she?"

"Why ask that?"

"It's been so hard today it looks."

"I'm sorry, Rahma has not been confident lately. Especially when Rahma weighed Rahma's body."

Irsyad caressed Rahma's hair lovingly. "Rahma is still beautiful, fragrant. And again?" Irsyad hugged Rahma's body, also giving a kiss on her shoulder.

"Rahma is still very interesting for you. Lf it doesn't? Where maybe in a week, more than twice the mas fuck you dear." Irsyad kisses the curve of Rahma's neck, making Rahma squirm amused while smiling.

"Mas Rahma can ask?"

"Ask what?"

"So far Rahma has not heard anything about the story of the past?"

"Which one? Don't you always tell me about the past, huh?"

"Not all that."

"Which one hasn't?" ask Irsyad.

Rahma was silent for a moment. "Former mass Irsyad may." Ask very carefully.

Irsyad pulled Rahma's cheek. "You can ask the ex, do you think what you were dating? Seeing the hijab fluttering in the clothesline alone is already pounding this heart."

"Hehe's sorry, he doesn't mean ex-girlfriend. Maybe there used to be something in love?" ask Rahma.

"Why ask that anyway? Mas only love one woman and that's all after ijab qobul that is Rahma's deck."

"The hell, gini loh mas. Yes, it can be that passive. Never had the desire to admire a woman before?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad fell silent, Suddenly he remembered the long-veiled girl he had always seen in the campus mosque when he was going to perform the Dhuha prayer.

"Mass?" call Rahma.

Irsyad smiles. "Admiring a woman is certainly never dear." replied Irsyad.

"Oh yeah? Wh who? Who's the lady? Beautiful no?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad. "Beautiful." the answer.

"Soleha certainly is."

"A Hafiz Qur'an who memorized twenty juz." replied Irsyad. Rahma shrieks. I was horrified by the woman that her husband liked. Obviously, an Irsyad cannot carelessly admire a woman.

"Mas didn't marry her?"

"If the mas married her now in the presence of the mas is certainly not the deck of Rahma."

'Hehehe is stupid, yes also yes.' Inner Rahma.

"Why didn't you get married?"

"Why ask that anyway. Mas don't want to discuss the past ahhh mending bobo yuk alone."

"Mas, Rahma was curious."

"Ckckk. Women are like this, right? curious about the past romance of his partner. After knowing for sure jealousy is not clear afterwards." Irsyad said as she touched Rahma's nose with her index finger.

"Not really not. Let's tell mas." Pinta Rahma's.

Irsyad is moving. "No way."

"Mas, just a little bit, her name tells me who."

"His name is Fulan bint Fulan." Irsyad replied as he stepped up the stairs.

"Seriously this is. Mas." Rahma continued to follow the steps of Irsyad who still did not want to tell about the woman he once admired.

Seriate...