Pledge of Love Rumi
falling faith

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Debby sighed, feeling lonely because there was nothing she could wait for as usual when Rumi was out of town.

He also lay down for a moment his body, while playing mobile phone looking at the posts of people in his reels.

Feeling cool with some interesting videos that he watched, until I heard the sound of Isya's adhan. Debby is still not getting out of bed. I don't know why lately it's as if his faith is down. He often delayed worship. What else if Rumi is not at home, like no one reprimanding makes it more nervous again to worship on time.

The sound of the Adhan slowly began to decrease, changing the song of praise while waiting for their imam, then Iqamah was heard from one mosque to another. Until silence came again, accompanying the rest of the human race on earth. Same with Debby, who actually overslept with the phone still on, when she decided to open the red Video application.

The video is still in play until it runs out and then changes other videos, because it uses automatic advanced mode. Even up to nearly two hours in such a position.

Riiiii....

The sound of the call made Debby gasp, she turned to the burning phone.

There's an incoming call from Rumi.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, I overslept." Debby immediately received the call. "Assalamualaikum, brother?"

"Walaikumsalam. What are you doing? Sleep huh? Your voice sounds hoarse."

"Yes," yawned for a moment, "I overslept. I haven't even prayed yet."

"Astagfirullah, are you soybeans today? Now pray first there, then call me back when it's done."

"Emmm." replied Debby softly, with her eyes still closed, as she was sleepy.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Wake up baby. Pray first, sleep later."

"Bentar brother. My body's still heavy," Debby's whine made that one there delay turn off her call, and wait a few minutes.

"Have you?" Rumi asked, but the one across was silent. "Sir...?"

"Yes... Yeah..."

"You don't sleep on. Get up, and sit down."

"This is sitting down." Debby sat down.

"Yes, read Istighfar three times, then wipe your eyes." Rumi's word was done by Debby. "Wake up, take the water of ablution, end it's sleepy, for sure."

"Yes... Did I turn off the phone?"

"Promise not to sleep again. About thirty minutes. I'm calling again."

"Yes. Yes, it's assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

The phone call was interrupted, Debby staggered slightly.

Walk towards the toilet, to take ablution water before performing the prayer.

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A few minutes later,

after finishing the four rakaat it was on the run. Debby fell silent, leaning her head against the side of the bed. Drowsiness still pervades, making him reluctant to recite and recite the letter Al Mulk on this night.

"It turns out, maintaining obedience is tired. If you used to sleep, just stay asleep. If now there is a debt," Debby murmured while yawning, she sighed afterwards and wastighfar. Then let go of his face, folded, and departed from the prostration.

Debby whose intention was to sleep again. Due to the thirst he felt made him decide to go out, while looking at Abi Irsyad.

In kitchen...

Debby heard the sound of spoons and forks, it seemed like Abi Irsyad was eating.

He stepped in and said hello to his father-in-law, who was immediately answered by Ustadz Irsyad.

"Goddessalam... Eat Nduk? Have you eaten, not yet?" abi Irsyad asked.

"Please Bi, Debby's not hungry yet." Debby answered politely as she walked towards the refrigerator.

"Why? Wait for Rumi, right? Rumi's not home yet, is she?"

Debby took out a bottle of cold water and brought it to the dinner table. He sat down in front of Abi Irsyad.

"Sister Rumi, don't come home today."

"Oh, tumbens? Could he have some extra work?"

"Said yes. Tomorrow must be a meeting so you can not go home," replied Debby, then drink the water that he had poured into a glass.

"MashaAllah, your cooking makes Abi even fat." praise ustadz Irsyad, make Debby chuckle happily.

"What time, Bi?"

"Yes... You're a talent for cooking, aren't you?"

"Debby likes to cook, actually. But sometimes you can't get Mama."

"But it's just here so cook it anyway?"

"No, Debby likes it. Really."

"MashaAllah's... Yes, you have eaten Nduk."

"Later Bi, not hungry yet."

"Oh... Yes it is." Ustadz Irsyad moved with his plate and glass.

"Abi, let Debby do the dishes."

"No, just Abi. This guy's just one plate, one spoon, the same cup. Can Abi wash herself." He said as he chuckled crisply, where he immediately turned on the water tap after reaching the sink.

Debby was silent to see Abi Irsyad, wanting to feel closer to her father-in-law, so as not to feel lonely. But how about it, the relationship between the daughter-in-law and the in-laws? Everywhere will feel more awkward. As with Deborah, the laughter of Abi Irsyad is not as cheerful as it used to be. Even the joke of Abi as it was against Umma Rahma was no longer seen.

"Abi, Debby can confide in religious matters no?" Ask him when he remembers a problem. Abi Irsyad turned his head after putting his plate on the shelf.

"MashaAllah, obviously can Nduk. What do you want to ask? inshaAllah if Abi can answer, Abi will answer." Ustadz Irsyad sat down.

"The matter of faith, it seems like Debby's faith is very weak. And again, sorry Bi." Debby was a little afraid to say it.

"Tell me."

"But, Debby, don't be upset. And don't, Abi's doubting Debby."

"Hahaha. inshaAllah. Tell Abi what's in your heart."

"The problem of obedience, which sometimes makes me tired. Sorry Bi, for God's sake sorry."

"MashaAllah, it's okay. That's a good question." Ustadz Irsyad said, Debby smiled with relief. "This is how the world, where it is tired. Do you want to worship a lot, or not much? Weary. Want to worship? Tired, want what usually just sleep? Also tired. Tiredness is the nature of the world. But from that tiredness, we can choose. Where fatigue is useful, where fatigue is wasted." Abi Irsyad speaks a soft language.

"But Debby was scared. Fear of fatigue even continued. But Debby had no thoughts of moving back to Catholicism. Godgend."

Abi Irsyad chuckles. "Yes Nduk, Abi believes. You are a lady of Solehah. After all, human faith is actually weak, no one can continue to rise. Except for his faith the Rosules, and the Prophet. That's why Istighfar. Reduce unprofitable activities, attend studies, or perhaps listen to studies on the internet. So that our faith may continue to be filled."

"But?" debby murmured, feeling suddenly sad.

"Espirit is in obedience. Then continue to fight to get ridho Allah SWT. The message of Rosulullah Saw to his people is? 'when your migration is very difficult, then remember me whom you will meet in the lake of Kautsar.'

Make it an encouragement, because what we fight besides the temptations of the devil is our laziness as ordinary humans. There are times when we can control ourselves, or maybe otherwise lose with a sense of laziness to keep worshiping. Rosulullah always encourages us to continue to believe in Allah. Never lose the same name lazy, the world is only a moment, only a distance with death. After that, we came to the judgment of God, and Rosulullah promised to wait for us in the lake Kautsar. Where the Prophet Muhammad will give us a drink from the well, in the heat of the field of Masyar."

Debby lowered her head, she felt ashamed of her Abinya. He had not long been a Muslim but had felt leaning back.

"Debby's ashamed of Abi."

"Well, how embarrassed?"

"It seems, Abi wrongly accepted Debby as a daughter-in-law. This family is very thick with religion, while Debby even more here the decline of her faith. Unlike Abi, Rumi's sister, and Noah who never seemed to feel the descent of faith." Debby's eyes are glazed.

On the contrary, Abi Irsyad who heard that even chuckled.

"Who ever said? Of course never nduk. We are trying to find a way to keep that faith from going down."

"Is that so? Debby has Rumi's sister. But still, it's hard to maintain that faith that feels so." he murmured.

"It's human, the name is still learning, we are all still learning, so it can still be understood. Or maybe also? The formula gives you less research, huh?"

Debby raised her head, then nodded.

"Oh my God, forgive Him. Hopefully in the future, Rumi can divide the time even better, between the obligation to make a living and the obligation to provide education to you."

Debby smiling. "Aamiin, Bi."

"Eh yes... No show tomorrow?"

"There's no Bi."

"Good, come with Abi to study, will you? Tomorrow Abi there's a tabligh in one of the mosques."

"Well, I want Bi, I want to." replied Debby excited.

"Alhamdulillah, tomorrow at ten. Now take a break."

"Yes Bi. Debby go to the room first. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam." Ustadz Irsyad smiled at his son-in-law, then moved on.