Pledge of Love Rumi
the warmth of the Ulum family

Tonight Shafa just finished performing his evening prayer. He held out his hands, praying.

I don't know what he said in his prayer. To be sure, he even touched his chest, and a puddle of water dripped down his cheeks.

Perhaps, all because of the turmoil in the heart that he could not control. Honestly, he was afraid that it would get him sin. However, forcing the heart to turn was not easy. So that silence, and surrender to the owner of the heart is his way to muffle his feelings.

Shafa slightly sighed, then rubbed his face after finishing his degree.

For a moment he stood, with his face still in his clothes. Walking towards the clothes basket where there were several piles of clothes he had just ironed.

And on the top pile, there was a bomber jacket owned by Rumi.

He touched it, and rubbed it.

"I think too much about it, I'm afraid it's sinful. But it's very hard to resist this feeling." Shafa Mumbled.

He turned to his desk and walked to the table again. Slowly he touched his desk drawer handle and pulled it slowly.

He pulled out a diary from inside, and sat in his chair.

Some pages he opened, until he arrived at a page. Where there is a childhood photo, when the three people are both not yet puberty. Yes, Shafa, Nuha and Rumi.

The twins were very happy when there was Shafa. And they will immediately fight to play with him. As in the photo, when Shafa was six years old, and the twins were still five years old. Both Shafa's hands were held by them.

Because when the photo was first, they were scrambling to sit next to Shafa. That's why Ustadz Irsyad asked Shafa to sit in the middle, then take a picture of the three.

Shafa chuckles. He touched the writing below.

(My story starts with a childhood friend...

Where Rumi is a crybaby, spoiled little sister. He even cried when he was ridiculed by Noah, like he never got along. But who would have thought? he became a kind brother and loved his twin brother. One thing that makes me laugh is remembering the past. He always fought over toys with Noah and forbade his sister to touch him, but it didn't apply to me, he even very gladly allowed me to touch him hehehe... Said first? "Whatever belongs to Rumi, belongs to Shafa as well." Adorable was he first?

Rumi Al Fatih. Will we also have the exact same story, like the story of Fatimah and Ali ibn Abi Talib? Where they were childhood friends, always playing together, always exchanging food. Until they became teenagers, and began to limit themselves.then fell in love in silence, until finally married?)

"Should it take me how long to seduce your Creator, Rumi?" Shafa Mumbled.

He realized, if she was a woman who was just waiting. It's not like a man can say that if he likes it.

"Well... I have to try to hold this back harder. Because I don't want to, my memorization is lost because I think too much about the haram thing to be fulfilled." He muttered, he closed his diary again, then put it back into the drawer.

For a moment he sniffed the aroma of cooking. "Same mother father has started preparing sahur dishes, huh?" Shafa hurried to release his face. Then walk out to the kitchen.

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In kitchen...

Sure enough, there were Aida and Ulum.

The father who still wears the peci and the scabbard? he was busy making warm tea, while occasionally teasing his mother, and she chuckled together.

With the mother who was sauteing vegetables that almost cooked in the frying pan.

It was a beautiful romance between her parents. Although the father is not a man, nor is the man called Ustadz. But he was a really nice guy, and Soleh, and very affectionate with his family.

'yes Rabb, I want to have a husband like a father.' Shafa was still stunned to see two lovebirds who were no longer young.

Ulum raised his head, when he realized there was someone near the kitchen door, he then smiled at Shafa who immediately replied to him.

"Well, let Shafa stay here." The girl walked up and stood beside her father, about to take over Ulum's job.

"Shafa, help prepare the dishes here." Tell Aida.

"Let's just let me, Shafa keep this up." Ulum stepped up his legs vigorously, approached the plate rack and grabbed some, then walked again towards the dining table, and handed some of the dishes to Shafa.

"Ready this mah. It smells so good, it smells so rich that it cooks." Ulum teases.

"The rich cook? I mean I smell like onions." Aida grunts. While Shafa who heard that just chuckled.

"It's not the smell of onions. You smell it in a different context. If vegetables smell of onions, if you smell something else. Fragrant angel." Ulum's words immediately invited laughter Shafa and Aidha.

"Nearly well, I swear." Exclaimed Qoni while yawning, he had just entered the kitchen, making those who were laughing even more.

Qoni immediately sat on the dining table chair, with a position still slightly sleepy.

Ulum Pun walked again, while carrying a plate containing stir-fry sliced beans like chili.

"Wash your face there." Ulum's Order.

"Udah." Replied Qoni who was laying his head on two crossed hands on the table.

"Have washed your face but still sleepy? What time's sleep last night, try?" Ask Ulum.

"Twelve hehehe," replied Qoni.

"Don't get used to staying up late de." Said Ulum softly.

"Can do the job, yeah."

"What task? You're the marathon Korean drama loh semalem." Deny Shafa, while putting a plate of fried chicken near the vegetable. Qoni who heard that immediately placed his index finger near his lips.

"Qoni?" Ulum sighed.

"I'm sorry... But the important thing is, I just keep waking up on my own, without being woken up." Elak Qoni, defend yourself.

"Yes woke up alone, but Qoni was out of dawn and went to sleep again, yeah." Shafa stuck out his tongue at Qoni.

"Damf... Ma'am Shafa, so provocateurs huh?" Qoni gave a whimper, while Shafa only chuckled.

"Ckckl... Pantes, every father coming home from your mosque is invisible, apparently sleeping?"

"Sorry yeah. Sleepy."

"Qoni... Qonis... You know that the time after dawn is not good for sleeping anymore, right? Do you want to talk about Irsyad's pie?"

"No... Naw... No, it will not be finished. Pade if the old talk." Qoni turned his head towards Shafa who was still chuckling next to him, then glared in annoyance.

"Yes, come to the mosque. There's no reason for you to pray at home."

"But?" Qoni Scratch his head.

"But what? You're the hardest to get to the mosque." Tukas Aida is done with her work. Then sit in his chair.

"Just I don't want to know, you have to go to the mosque."

"Huh... Aye." Yeah." He replied lazily, then glanced towards Shafa.

"Excite yes, my sister Soleha." Shafa's whisper makes Qoni even more upset. Seeing his sister irritated, Shafa rubbed his head while chuckling, but it actually made Qoni even more disliked. "Sorry, don't lash Dede."

"Apaan... Males is the same as mbak."

"Haha." Shafa chuckled.

"It's been... It's been... Eat yuk, hunt imsyak." Speak to everyone at the table.

So that they also began to enjoy the meal.