The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
I'm not the wrong soul mate

The darkened sky makes the moon replace the sun's duty, providing a dim light for the sun's untouched part of the earth.

In a different place.

Ustadz Farhat was typing data on his laptop, already a few days he was busy petrifying Qori take care of Agam.

Tonight he had to actually type the data of his student value report in the madrasa.

In a television room, there is a special table for him to do all his work. With a laptop companion he occasionally rubbed his sore eyes, because sleepy.

Understand, since there is Agam he often lacks sleep.

Yep... He actually kept his promise to take care of Agam and Qori, even up to all the needs of the boy. Because indeed he had really considered Agam as his biological son.

In the silence of the night, Qori came out of their room, she turned her head for a moment the middle husband occasionally massaged her forehead so as to make her feel unbearable, she approached Farhat cautiously.

"Mas Farhat." Call Qori, get close.

"Yes dik?" Take a moment while smiling.

"Mas wants Qori to make you a drink?"

"Now... Very wishful. Make me coffee yes, but not much sugar." Swiping his wife's arm and refocused on his laptop. Qori rushed to the kitchen to make coffee for her husband.

During the coffee making he was very cheerful, his smile occasionally expanded.

Since today she is already completely clean with her breathing, will the husband be giving her an inner living tonight?

I don't know if he's suddenly ashamed of himself... He wanted to show it, but he himself did not dare to talk to Farhat, if he was clean from his puerperium.

Perhaps it was the shame that made Qori unable to speak.

Especially with the heartbeat that feels in the chest, it makes him more nervous if he wants to make his voice at this time.

Ting...Ting... The tap of the spoon to the lip of the cup indicates that the coffee is ready to be given to her husband.

"Hopefully Farhat loves my coffee." Qori muttered, developing his smile. After that he stepped back, at the sight of the husband was releasing the peci kupluknya, then flicked his hair back. Makes him much more handsome, especially with his white t-shirt, also the sarong.

'mas Farhat is handsome. I am lucky to be his wife. But she has not seen love me, all this time she has never kissed me other than on the forehead.' Inner Qori who then stepped back, approached the husband after stopping for a moment.

Taak... "This is the coffee."

"Thank you." Grabbing the coffee and then move for a moment so as not to disturb the movement of his hand that is typing.

While Qori was silent, he hoped that Ustadz Farhat would try his hand at coffee, then praise it even if it was just a small talk.

Farhat looked towards the girl next to him...

"Games are asleep?" Ask Him.

"It's already me."

Farhat smiled. "Yes, you're sleeping too... You must be tired." Wipe Qori's arm again, then refocus on her laptop.

While Qori was a little disappointed.

'don't you want to spoil me? Even if it's just making out? I've been kosher to you.' Inner Qori. The girl smiled wryly too.

"Yes, um." The answer felt sad. 'I want to be embraced by Farhat.' his mind as he turned his body, then walked slowly towards their room.

Until the door of the room was closed along with Qori. Farhat turned towards the door, then sighed and exhaled long.

It was against the thought that made her feel guilty for the woman she had married.

While in the middle room sitting near Agam's bed, he slowly swung the rattan bed. Occasionally rubbed his wet eyes.

'Qori, you can't demand more than this. If your husband doesn't love you? You should have been self-conscious.' Qori tried so hard not to cry, lest she look sad in front of her husband, to make Farhat feel uncomfortable being around him, who considered it excessive.

The night was getting late, making him even more tired. He walked to his bed and slept there.

Waiting for Farhat to finish his work, he was eager to chat more closely with his husband. But the man has not said much since he came home from the hospital.

What the hell is wrong with him? Is he sorry about this marriage?

The door opened, Qori smiled, when she found her husband entering their room.

"You haven't slept?" Farhat asked, closing the door of the room, while Qori just sat down and shook her head slowly.

Waiting for her husband to approach her.

"Why? How come you haven't slept?" Farhat sat on the lip of the bed facing his wife.

"It's not sleeping yet, because I'm waiting for you mas."

"My work is still there, just a few more." Touching Qori's face gently. "You go to sleep first."

"Yes, that's it." Qori replied resignedly, how else right? There was no way she was asking to be fondled by her husband.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a laptop charger." Ustadz Farhat. He immediately turned to the desk drawer next to him and grabbed the charger. And then he went on, until the hand was reached by Qori.

"Mas." Call Qori when the husband is about to get up and sit down. "Sorry, Qori just wanted to say. If I love you." She shed her tears while smiling. In view of Ustadz Farhat actually froze. "Qori, want to be loved also the same mas Farhat... But Qori was patient. And...?" Feeling a little claustrophobic, she was even holding back her cries again in a way that forced a smile. "Don't you go on for a long time, so make Qori wait to be loved."

"Qori..." Rub that face. "Sorry, I hurt you."

The girl shook her head. "No mas... Qori doesn't feel Farhat's hurting my heart, this is my love destiny... I will keep fighting and surviving. Until I really give up when you really don't want me by your side." Hearing that, Farhat immediately lowered his head.

"Mass?"

"Yes?" Raise his head again.

'seems like he's tormented living with me.' Inner Qori.

"I'm sorry.. but is it okay? Qori asked to be kissed? Because it's been two nights, I haven't given you a kiss."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, O Allah... Sorry, dear." Farhat approached the girl's forehead and kissed her gently.

"Hiks...Thanks mas. I'm sorry Qori was whiny, because it's nice to be kissed by you." The girl still held the husband's hand with both hands.

"It's okay, baby, sorry again." Swiping Qori's head.

"Yes mas. Now you can continue your work." Qori flushed his body, tilted, turning his back.

Farhat's hand was slightly raised but he was not, preferring to justify the Qori blanket.

Moving on and out of the room, left Qori who turned back for a moment and returned to her position, crying with her mouth shut with the blanket.

'married but out of pity, it was not and Merta made me feel better. Especially when I become a man who loves himself.I must endure, and give him confidence.if I am not a wrong soul mate.' Qori let out a slow breath, trying to drown out her cries and behaving normally again.

Seriate...