The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
the heart began to open

Previous sahur time...

Abi Rahmat helped his wife prepare the sahur after she left her prostration, seeing that she was silent.

Even he was about to put more salt in his cooking, even though he had just spiked the salt. Ustadz Rahmat grabbed the wife's hand, holding her back.

"Neng, have you given me the salt?"

"Huh? Any timing? Astagfirullah al'azim." He put the salt back in his container. "Well, can God forget?"

"Eatya, if cooked or not while dreaming Umma. Eta tingali? Good thing A'a squirms, otherwise?"

"Sorry, A'..." Hasna tasted the cuisine. "It is fitting, Alhamdulillah."

Ustadz Rahmat bobbing heads. "Think what the hell? Back from the hospital, until now. A'a wriggling you mah huh, ngelamun that? What's the problem?"

"What problems? There is no really," replied Hasna who was lifting a small pot containing spinach vegetables, moving it to the table. While Abi Rahmat brought the fried chicken that he fried earlier approached the wife.

"Don't lie and A'a neng...? Aya naon?" Bidik Abi Rahmat's.

Hasna glanced, 'if I tell you what happened between me and Rahma, it could not be sahur. Out of time I just made him listen to the lecture.' Inner Hasna who returned busy.

"Momu?"

"What the hell is Bi, in saying there's nothing." Pour mineral water into a glass, then extend it to the husband. "Yuk sahur, it's three o'clock past twenty-five minutes." Hasna. I hope my husband doesn't ask anymore.

The two sat down with Umma Hasna who immediately served rice for Ustadz Rahmat.

"Thank you Neng." Ustadz Grace received it with her smile. "That woo, please Umma." Pointing towards the big jar. Hasna immediately grabbed him closer to her husband.

And then they started to enjoy the meal both. Feeling like different this morning, the atmosphere was much quieter. Though usually there was Faqih and Nuha also in front of them both. Making Hasna just shut up while looking sluggishly ahead.

Abi Rahmat glanced. "Why not eat Umma?" Ask him before a mouthful of rice comes into his mouth.

"Why is it so quiet all of a sudden, Bi?" Mumbled Hasna. Ustadz Rahmat chuckled.

"Feel right now? Though only this morning they were not at home, the same time Faqih and Nuha in Bekasi."

"Time is different. Umma felt nothing. But this morning? Even when cooking just now like there is less." Getting listless. Ustadz Rahmat smiled, he rubbed the base of Hasna's head.

"Subhanallah... That's for sure because there's usually Noah helping, now there isn't."

"Now?"

"Yes, there's usually a girl who will help you cook, right? Your daughter" said Ustadz Rahmat, sipping her drink later.

"Umma started to like Umma's daughter."

"Know Abi mah." Hasna murmured before putting a mouthful of rice into her mouth.

"do you know anyway? isn't it Umma himself who wants to have a daughter? But because we are only given the sustenance of one child. So Umma is rich sad, right? Now God loves a daughter, though not born of your womb, but she is kind and diligent again. Realize it's not?" Ask ustadz Rahmat, Hasna looked down. "Happy right? Now cook there is something other than Abi, just clean the house the child was dexterous, even coming home from the mosque after the dawn of college, the house is clean. Abi only until the ringing of the head. MashaAllah his son Ustadz Irsyad that's yes." Praise ustadz Rahmat.

While praise continued to pour out, Hasna was silent. During this time he often heard complaints from the study mothers who told him about their lazy daughter-in-law, who if told to disobey, who, there are even those who do not want to visit his in-laws or maybe just come without wanting to stay overnight.

While Nuha? The girl was unselfishly willing to stay in this house, doing homework without being told. Even Hasna realized that she had never heard her daughter-in-law grumble.

"The son of mbak Rahma is really, the girl of solha." Gumam Hasna lirih, who was greeted with a happy smile from Ustadz Rahmat, until He gave thanks in his murmur.

For a moment Hasna remembered her treatment of Noah in this house. There was even a sense of laziness when he saw the girl approaching him to offer her help, which would be responded with a stern answer from his lips, and his hero Noah still had a smile. Noah also still flattered himself in front of Rahma, isn't that very rare in today's children? Hasna should be grateful for that.

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Back to the hospital...

When Faqih had come out Umma Hasna let go of her embrace, she shed her tears while apologizing to Noah.

"Miss? To be honest, Umma there are no words for you, other than an apology from Umma, because it makes you uncomfortable at Umma's house." He said sincerely.

Once confused and not feeling good, Noah touched the face of the mother-in-law. He shook his head and also shed his tears.

"Why does Umma apologize to Noah? Noah never thought Umma had made Noah uncomfortable."

"But Umma is often angry with you, you must never be upset by your parents? Umma is evil dear, Umma is selfish." Crying while holding Noah's hand. The girl wiped the tears of her mother-in-law.

"Neither Umma. Abi Irsyad also likes to be angry with Noah, Umma Rahma what else. But Abi always said? if parents reprimand it can not be considered he fierce or evil, precisely because of excessive affection Umma. And Nuha was glad that Umma wanted to negur Noah because indeed Noah could not do a good job in the kitchen."

"But why don't you ever grumble? Or maybe argue if you didn't make a mistake? Sometimes for no reason Umma gets angry." He wiped away Noah's tears. The girl chuckled haru.

"MashaAllah Umma, Noah is always taught not to feel right by himself. If anyone talks we should be quiet, because what? Sometimes self-defense also makes us more and more guilty."

"Oh God..." Hugged Noah again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Umma never accepted you. Because of Umma's love with Zahra, to the extent that Umma is not aware that Umma has been given a beautiful diamond of Umma's own choice."

"Hehehe... Umm don't flatter Nuha, be ashamed." Rubbing the back of the mother-in-law. Hasna also chuckled.

From behind Faqih's window chuckled as she rubbed her wet eyes, she was happy when the two women she loved could now accept each other and love each other. Until the murmur of gratitude was poured out softly.

'thank you dear, I want to endure taking my mother's heart.' murmured Faqih looking at Nuha from afar.