Pledge of Love Rumi
the meeting was unguided.

At 09:26

Ustadz Irsyad has heated his car engine outside, he is ready to go to the mosque where the tabligh Akbar held.

A motorbike stopped in front of the house, yes, two students who used to accompany him when the study came.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Irsyad."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Smiling widely, as he approached the two young men who swiftly grabbed the hand of Ustadz Irsyad, to kiss the back of his hand. "Luckily it has come, if not stay."

"Hehehe, we can follow sir."

"MashaAllah..." He turned his head when his daughter-in-law was ready, and was now locking the door of the house. After that, I approached Ustadz Irsyad.

"Abi, my aunt will come too. Because the area is close."

"Oh, Alhamdulillah then. So you have a friend."

"Hehe, yes Bi."

"Yes already, come in Nduk. We're leaving." Ustadz Irsyad opened the steering wheel as did Debby, who opened the other door.

Both of them have now got into the car, and are preparing to travel that only takes less than an hour.

***

In a fairly large mosque, many people have come to enter the mosque area.

The sound of sholawatan inside has been heard, because the first event is to pray with habib Bilal Lutfhi Asegaf.

Newly followed murottal to be brought by a hafidz, as well as a speaker named ustadz Akhri Mumtaz Zulkarnaen. Yep... The world is indeed narrow maybe that is in the mind of Maryam who just arrived in front of the mosque court while staring at the banner attached in front of the mosque. There are three faces that he knows, because one of them is Ustadz Irsyad.

Wanting it to feel like he canceled to come to this tabligh, he remembered definitely inside there was Nia as well. Not because he doesn't like it, but it doesn't feel good to have to get some subtle innuendo out of it.

His phone vibrated, making Maryam open her bag and reach for the phone.

"Assyntheir, Deb?"

"Goddessalam.... Where's aunt?" Ask Debby.

"I'm in the court, where are you?" Mary asked, looking left and right. He smiled when he saw Debbie. "Tante has seen you,"

"That's it, where? I haven't seen Auntie." Debby's hunting all over.

"Oh, just stay there. I'll come near you."

"Yes." replied Debby.

Maryam turned off her phone and walked over to Debby. With a little hasty steps. He accidentally hit the shoulder of someone who just got out of his car.

"Astagfirullah, forgive me." Maryam slouched her palms in front of her chest, and the man who had turned his back.

Where both his eyeballs directly widened, as well as the man in front of him. "Don't you?"

Maryam stammered, and she quickly shook her head, lowering her gaze. While the man was silent, he was stunned to not expect to meet his ex-wife here.

"Maryam, over here?" Ask carefully. For there is no other question than that, all because of his cunning of the tongue of Achry. Feeling happy, mixed haru. Even subconsciously, he widened his smile with trembling hands.

Maryam tried to smile thinly, without looking at the face of the man who had once filled her heart.

The dik call made Maryam feel that longing. But he can still control it.

"Maryam is fine bang, Alhamdulillah. I came here alone, but I made a deal with someone."

"Someone?" Akhri raised his head looking for the figure who arranged the appointment with his ex-wife. "Women, right?"

"Yes" answered Mary.

"Oh..." Somehow he was relieved to hear the answer that Maryam was waiting for was a woman.

"I'm sorry, I have to excuse myself." said Maryam, then waltzed away politely.

"Mariam?" Call Akhri to make the woman who had moved three steps away from him, stop. "Abang is glad you're okay. Brother is also happy, your work can be lifted to the big screen. I'm amazed at you. You're a great woman."

A tear she held fell down as well, Mary sighed. His hand that was holding the rope of his bag was clenched firmly.

"Well happy, may you always be happy. And more and more successful, in the future."

Maryam flipped her body only to smile while slapping her palms in front of her chest.

"Thank you, Bang Akhri.... Thank you," said Maryam serak. Who was only able to speak to that extent, because he saw the tears of Akhri also dripping on his cheek made his heart slit too.

Although the smile looks beautiful adorn. But can not be lied to, both still harbored love and longing that can not be said to each other. He turned his body back and walked quickly while rubbing his wet cheek.

Akhri sighed. He leaned his back against the body of the car. By hand squeezing the car keys and drinking water bottles requested by the wife earlier.

"You asked me to do two things I never wanted to do. Worry you, then divorce you. I never wanted that to happen" Akhri murmured, regretting everything.

For whatever reason, his heart was still attached to Maryam. He never felt the same comfort as when he was with Merry. Akhri also beristighfar, he tried to normalize his feelings. Thinking of Merry, it was already haram for her.

After his mood felt better he went back to the place of the ustadz who were invited guests in the Akbar tabligh event.

On the other hand, Maryam turned her head slowly back when she faced Debby. He saw the man had gone from his place.

If only his intention was to leave this place he made. It must have been an unexpected meeting that would never have happened.

"Tante, we go straight up yuk. To the women's section," Debby took with her while circling Maryam's arm. Maryam nodded with a faint smile.

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Upstairs...

Mary was sitting next to Debby, grateful she had not met Nia.

But the chanting of the verse that is being read by Akhri at this time really makes him full.

He touched his chest which seemed to bring him back, at the most beautiful span of his life. Because the verse was read, before the man said the pledge to Maryam.

Yep... Letter of An Nisa.

'You are a beautiful star, for me. I'm slamming you. Not without reason. It's not because he's an unprofessional teacher. But your tough attitude embraces this religion with everything that happens to you. It amazes me and wants to protect you. Can't I be your priest?'

Maryam was getting bowed, massaging her forehead, she was completely powerless to shed tears.Hearing Akhri's voice, made her remember the man's words when proposing to her first.

Debby, who felt a faint sigh of excitement, stuck next to him, turned her head.

"Tante cry?" Ask questions? Still not aware, what happened. Because when he entered earlier, he did not see the image of Ustadz Akhri coupled with the photo of Ustadz Irsyad outside. So make it not ngeh, if the one reading the holy verse below is the ex-husband of his own aunt, who if heard more clearly, the sound of the ustadz was a little hoarse due to holding back tears.