The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
salih's son-in-law

When time comes back in the afternoon.

Rahma and Ustadz Irsyad were sitting at the table waiting for the magrib to arrive.

Rahma also handed a glass of water steeping dates favorite ustadz Irsyad to quench her thirst.

The water is a soak of seven dates soaked with a glass of hot water. Usually Rahma will make it in the morning to drink when the Maghrib Adhan. And make it in the afternoon when it will be drunk when sahur.

Ustadz loved the drink, although he also ate the fruit as well.

On the table there is already fried bakwan with thick peanut sauce in a small bowl.

In a medium-sized bowl there are vegetable lodeh, as well as other accompaniments such as salted fish and fried tempeh also sambal. Not too special indeed because there are no children so Rahma cook just for both.

For a moment, she glanced at her husband. Then remember the words of Ustadz Irsyad who promised to talk about their intention to help Faqih to his daughter-in-law.

"gold?"

"Hmm?" Ustadz Irsyad put the phone in his hand and looked at his wife.

"Have you said no, Sama Faqih?" Ask Rahma.

"Say what?"

"who wants to help it."

"Ohh? It's deck." Reply Irsyad with his right hand pinning a hair coming out of the Cepol to Rahma's ear.

"Continue, answer?"

"He doesn't want Umma... He said he wanted to try it alone."

"What does Abi talk about?" Ask Rahma.

Irsyad also remembered, when he was sitting three with Faqih and Rumi in the middle room. Rahma and Noah were in the kitchen.

(Flashback is on)

That morning before the time of Imshak Irsyad chatted pleasantries with his son-in-law and eldest son. Where they talk about college, and so on.

Until Irsyad began to dare to speak about his desire to give a house to Noah and Faqih.

"Sorry." Call Abi Irsyad.

"Yes Bi?" Look politely.

"Abi, want to talk but apologize in advance, you don't think bad first huh?"

"Ahhh. insyaAllah will not, Bi." Faqih smiled faintly.

"Look... Abi has the intention to love you and Noah. So that you guys are more comfortable, it does not mean that Abi does not like you to bring Abi's daughter to your house. But just as a gift for your wedding, how? Are you willing to accept it?" Ask Abi Irsyad. Faqih was silent, it was not wrong what his father-in-law offered. But actually a man, Faqih did not want to depend on anyone, whether it was with the parents of Noah, or his own parents. Even if he asks, Ustadz Rahmat will certainly give it to him immediately. Because before marriage, he has offered also if Faqih wants to separate the house with his parents and choose independently, he is ready to help. Faqih smile.

"Why son?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"All because of Faqih's responsibility as the priest of Noah. Abi Rahmat had offered to buy a house, but Faqih refused. Faqih wanted to protect Faqih's wife with the power of Faqih's own two hands." Say the Faqih as smooth as possible.

"Yes, maybe when Faqih has not established Bi, but Faqih believes the sustenance after marriage will be more swift. And Faqih sure can certainly provide proper clothing, food and board for Faqih's wife and children later." Connect Faqih then who was able to make Ustadz Irsyad amazed.

"MashaAllah..." Ustadz Irsyad.

"So sorry Bi, if for a while. Faqih had to take Noah to live in the house of Faqih first, until Faqih savings were collected, God willing would not take long anyway." Say Faqih with his very polite speech. Ustadz Irsyad smiled and patted his son-in-law who was sitting next to him.

"Abi can't say anything more, other than thank you. Because I'm fighting for Abi's daughter."

"Yes Bi, but God willing. As long as we don't have a home, we will divide our time, even more often in Asemka. But we will take the time to come home here, which for Faqih has become the home of Faqih as well."

Ustadz Irsyad head bobbles. "MashaAllah's.... MashaAllah's.... Lucky my daughter was loved by a godly man like you, son." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Faqih isn't as good as Bi." Faqih replied slightly chuckling as she was a bit less fond of the praise that made her become high-hearted. Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his wet eyes while chuckling. He really can't say anything to the boy anymore. And accepting all these decisions for him and Noah, for him Faqih was a very responsible young man.

(Flashback is off)

Ustadz Irsyad rubbed Rahma's head.

"It's pretty obvious?"

"Emmm," replied Rahma who was amazed by her daughter-in-law's answer. "Truly the son of Ustadz Rahmat Soleh. Lucky my daughter married a godly man like him? So envious." Clenching his own two cheeks with both hands, while his eyes occasionally glanced at Ustadz Irsyad who began to shake his head while staring at a lump. Then pull Rahma's nose which immediately makes her complain.

"What, Iri? Ckckckck didn't see the one in front of you huh?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad's. Rahma was angry.

"Oh yeah I'm also lucky to be loved by a Soleh man like the handsome but old Abi Irsyad."

"Hehehe... Handsome and what?" Ustadz Irsyad lifted his spoon.

"Which is handsome and authoritative, hehehe? Baperan now..." Rahma grabbed the husband's hand and lowered it.

"Kiss the cheek ten times, later."

"That's a lot?"

"Yes, fifty times."

"Aaaa, ten yes." Rahma chuckled while hugging her husband's body, while Ustadz Irsyad was still in her exasperated mode.

"Awas not Deket... Decretals..." He said it like that but his hand returned Rahma's embrace, with one hand. Maybe that means, hug ya lama yes ustadz? Hehehe

Yep...It seems that the older who is easier to grumble is Ustadz Irsyad, for example, at this time as it is today.

Until the Maghrib adhan was reverberating to both began to quench their thirst with date juice in a glass that they both drank.

Seriate....