Pledge of Love Rumi
not home

This twilight, when the trumpet began to cover the whole earth.

Rumi walks together with Jimmy, who is both recently finished and intending to visit the mosque. Unlike Rumi who will go straight home, because Jimmy there is still another job that makes him forced to have to overtime.

"Dine first yuk kak after this," Jimmy invited on the sidelines of their chat along the way.

"I'm sorry I can't. I have to go home soon. And dinner at home," refused politely, because that was Rumi.

"Aren't you hungry, brother? Bandung trip to Jakarta is quite long."

"Hungry anyway, but I love the cooking that my wife has prepared." Rumi smiled faintly as she said that, while glancing at Jimmy with clenched hands closing her mouth.

"Yeah... Yaah... Who has a wife is delicious."

"Hehehe's getting married" Rumi nudged Jimmy.

"It's very desirable, but the soul mate does not exist."

"Well, you promised once, didn't you? To marry a woman who's been your boyfriend for five years?"

Jimmy smiled bitterly. Remembering something that made him feel sorry for himself.

"She's married to someone else" Jimmy said later, with a soft voice.

"Oh... Sorry," felt bad Rumi also chose not to continue her words.

"It's okay, there was one accident that got her married. Even before he graduated college."

"Is that so?" replied Rumi, who understood the meaning.

"Yes... So, a few months after I decided to cut off our relationship. She was in a relationship with another, and finally the woman?"

"It's enough, you better not go on. Sorry, I opened it." Rumi felt bad.

"No problem brother. It's okay if Rumi wants to know. But I'm still excited. With this, I understand. If she's not the right woman for me. And what makes me even more grateful is that, when I can still maintain my privilege in terms of worship, and draw near to my Lord. Even though after coming out of the boarding house and separated from Rumi's brother, also other hijrah friends? Pretty hard. Meeting new friends, they are not like you who can help strengthen the faith."

Rumi smiled, she pointed her thumb.

"Thank God, because it might be a sign. If God blesses your life. Who knows, if after this you meet your soul mate."

"MashaAllah's... Aamiin, God." Smiling delightfully. "Hopefully yes."

"Hehe Aamiin's... Come on, hurry up. Hunting commute."

"Yes, brother."

The two accelerated their footsteps further, towards the mosque which was not far from the office building where the two men worked.

***

In mosque...

Some worshipers exchanged lyrics, there are also some who look back. For almost a quarter of an hour they waited for the priest who did not come.

Until one of the women raised a green cloth as a barrier between male and female worshipers. He spoke to one of the male worshippers nearby, if Mr. Kyai was likely unable to attend the mosque because he was ill. And the message that was conveyed made the man behind it forward, then whispered something to Muazin who was singing praise. The middle-aged man nodded for a moment then moved and echoed Iqamah.

"Sorry, is anyone here willing to become a priest?" ask the Muazin after Iqamah. Those who are there with each other lyrics, some are down because they do not want to be pointed at, some are pointing at each other.

Rumi turned towards Jimmy, where Jimmy immediately nodded. In a sense, he agreed if Rumi wanted to become the imam of the magrib prayer for the worshipers of this mosque.

With a little hesitation, Rumi finally stepped foot, advancing. Because it seems like nothing pleases, while time has passed. The reason they mostly did not memorize many short letters, so it was not hearty if they had to imitate. Or maybe not want to be a priest, and prefer to be a worshiper only.

In front, Rumi stood before the middle-aged man.

"By Jang, Mango..." The muezzin invites Rumi to go to his mihrab. At that time he immediately said excuse me and then stood on his prostration.

He began to read the intention, then raised both his hands to the ears.

"Allaaahu Akbar...." Exclaimed Rumi, the worshippers behind began to follow. The reading begins with Alfatihah, followed by the letter of Al Maun consisting of seven verses, after Al sincere as the cover of the first rakaat.

The reading is smooth and beautiful, making the pilgrims bewitched in tranquility when faced with their Lord in his prayer.

Rumi led the Maghrib prayer quietly and tuma'ninah.

Until arriving at the second rakaat, Rumi read the letter of Al kafirun after reading his Alfatihah.

Indeed, when he led the prayer, he read more short messages. Actually, looking at the congregation as well, if the worshipers are elderly people or maybe middle-aged people? Maybe he will read a message that is not too long, so that the pilgrims do not feel the distress of having to stand longer.

Unlike when in his college days, he often worshiped worshipers who were mostly young people, namely his friends. So that made him choose to read a letter that could even be up to fifty verses or more.

"Assalamualaikum..." Looking to the right, "assalamualaikum warahmatullah..." Look to the left then.

Silently for a moment, Rumi faced back to greet the worshippers who could still reach his hands. After that, back facing the front, then the dhikr began.

Short but clear and weighty, that's what people feel when led by Rumi. It makes them feel happy and amazed. Until a few minutes passed, Rumi took a few steps back out of his mihrab. He stood up again to pray Sunnah ba'diyah Maghrib.

"MashaAllah, you're a pesantren's son huh? The reading is very good, the remembrance is also pinter," praised one of the middle-aged people there, after Rumi finished praying. While the ones praised were just smiles, feeling uneasy themselves in praise like that.

"Jang? What person's original 'tea?" Ask one of the others.

"I'm from Jakarta, sir."

"Owh... Oh my, here work? Or just visiting?"

"I work in office X, near here sir."

"Gee... Whoa..." Head bobbles. "Means later I can connect Isya yes."

"Hehe, sorry sir. I have to go back to Jakarta right now."

"Well, why the hurry? Isn't tomorrow still work?"

"I happen to come here three times a week sir. So you can still race," replied Rumi who was still rained questions. So that makes it unpleasant to immediately get out of the mosque.

"No cape, back and forth."

"Alhamdulillah no, sir. Maybe because it's common."

"Hey sir June. This is still young. If we are rich, we are new... Because it's already a bangkotan so it won't be a strong trip far back and forth." Everyone there chuckled, hearing the cry from the one who was there. Rumi turned to look at his watch, which his wife had bought. The watch is now his favorite watch, which he will always wear. Rumi turned to Jimmy, nodding once. He meant to get away from that place, as well as Rumi, he replied with a nod of his head once.

"Excuse me sir, I have to go" Rumi said goodbye.

"What a pity, kirain mah people here. If so, then the imam-in will also pray his isha. Because no one has invited us home, so be." said a father who was next to Rumi, while patting Rumi's shoulder slowly.

"Hehehe, actually I really want to sir. But how, I have to go home. Sorry, gentlemen."

"MashaAllah, it's okay Jang. Ckckck if any of my children were girls? I'm matching this to you." He said and laughed crisply later.

"Jeez." Rumi chuckled, responding to it not seriously.

"Yes, be careful. And thank you very much."

"Together sir."

Rumi and Jimmy shook their hands and walked out of the mosque.