Pledge of Love Rumi
the signature of Maryam.

Murotal An-Nisa's letter is finished reading.

As well as a brief study of Ustadz Akhri, in order to read the content of the verse he read has also been conveyed.

After that, come to the core event, which is when Ustadz Irsyad sat in his chair.

A bright smile emanated from the lips of the ustadz who was no longer young. He also said greetings, reading the opening prayer of the science assembly that he would lead.

"Robbisrohli Sodri wayassirli amri wahlul 'uqdatanmillisani yafqohu qouli." Ustadz Irsyad murmured, reciting a prayer that was often read by the prophet Moses as when he wanted to preach, so that all his affairs were given smoothness, and his speech was made easy to express the good things he wanted to say. As a way he was nervous too.

"Ya ayyuhallazina amanuttaqullaha haqqa tuqatihi wa la tamutunna illa wa antum muslimun.

Alhamdulillahot... Alhamdulillahot... Hamdan Katsiran Thayyiban Mubarakan Fihi."

Ustadz Irsyad opened the glass cover of mineral water before him, for a moment.

"MashaAllah, it looks like the committee has to prepare quite a lot of water." Ustadz Irsyad said, read the basmalah and then gulped down the water. "It's not because of the hot weather, rather because I'm nervous... There are so many, so rich to brawl."

He chuckled, making the worshippers laugh too. Then drink the mineral water again.

"MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah... Barakallahu Fiikum, Rahimakumullah congregation."

Ustadz Irsyad opened the tablet, looked back at the material he was going to bring.

"Here if you talk about sustenance, I want to ask? Which sustenance is easy? getting the halal or the haram?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad, some of them answered the halal, some are haram.

"Worry about the easy answer that is haram, tuh." Chuckles.

"About the people of today, if the efforts of his body or his heart are the same?" Ustadz Irsyad's view of hunting. "Allahu Rabbis.... No one answered?"

"sometimes people today do not believe that the love of sustenance is God. Really no?" Ustadz Irsyad pointed at one of the men before him. "Antum does not believe that the one who loves sustenance is God?"

The congregation that was pointed at was just a smile.

"MashaAllah, on dare not answer. Does no one believe this?"

"Tadz Trust..." Laughs.

"this. Sometimes people like to be confused.

Where the effort should be enough. The mind is resigned that way, not even the opposite. The effort of his mind, dizzy to think of paying this pay it, but his body resigned. I didn't see you."

"The windfall is of two types, one chasing, one chasing. If it is not pursued, it will come by itself, whether it gets gifts, inheritances and so on. Same thing that is pursued. We must indeed find the sustenance intended to suffice life, not enough lifestyle. To the point of having a mind, like?

Haram nyari sustenance is difficult especially halal? Until finally they choose to close their one eye, with reason. The time is now mah... That's what's important, the kitchen. Finally what? Because you do not believe in the sustenance of Allah, use shortcuts, really like mixing water with oil. Then it will not unite. What else is a merchant who believes a selling genie, nauzubillah."

"Indeed, human life is full of air***, full of heat, full of competing properties. Compete if in terms of good obedience yes, well this? Compete in terms of lifestyle."

"Because be a grateful human being. So that no matter how much sustenance we have it becomes a blessing. Understand that blessing, right? That is when we need a lot then the sustenance also comes a lot, when the middle sustenance is little or can be said mediocre. Yes still Thank God, because it is what we need only a little."

Ustadz Irsyad still continued his tausiyya until the finish fifteen minutes before Dzuhur time.

***

After zhuhur prayer...

Maryam and Debby walked out, along with the rest of the women's congregation. Step together to the car park.

The two chatted, while waiting for Ustadz Irsyad. Because it seems a long time waiting for him and his fellow preachers who were talking in their room.

"Greet your fat Uwa." Ustadz Irsyad said while chuckling, what he meant was Mr. Huda. Bilal is his nephew. (Still remember yes, if Isti is his sister-in-law, Mr. Huda. I wrote it in the novel Iklar love Ustadz Irsyad.)

"inshaAllah, Mr. ustadz." Smiling faintly, after that he who saw Maryam immediately fell silent. "He is, author of the book?" muttering, which can still be heard ustadz Irsyad.

"which one? the one next to my daughter-in-law?" ask ustadz Irsyad.

"yes, sir."

"oh, she's my daughter-in-law's aunt."

"Oh.." bilal then put his palms in front of his chest to Maryam and Debby politely. Same with those two women.

"Afwan, I just wanted something. May I ask for help, no?" Bilal spoke to Maryam.

"May, if I can help. Then I will help you" answered Maryam kindly.

Habib Bilal smiled, "wait a minute."

The man wearing Koko's gray robe walked quickly to his car, making Maryam and Debby look at each other for a moment.

He opened the car door. Then take something out of the paper bag lying on the seat next to the steering wheel. He hurried to open the dashboard also looking for a pen, after meeting again he approached Maryam.

"I have a little sister, I love your books. That's when he found out, I had a seminar with you. He was disappointed not to be present to meet Cece. So, because today happened to meet again, and I just finished buying her a book, all of you. Please sign this book, if you'd like." Bilal handed the book politely. Making Mary smile kindly, he grabbed her.

Slowly he opened the front page, then curated his signature. Then he handed the book to Bilal.

"Thank you so much."

"Sama-sama, greetings to her sister huh."

Bilal smiled, then nodded slowly. He turned to Ustadz Irsyad. "I'll excuse you, Mr. Ustadz. Thanks for the time."

"Together, be careful."

"Yes ustadz, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." He turned to Debby, after Habib Bilal walked closer and closer to his car. "Let's go home, Nduk, or want to be tantenya?"

"Debby's coming home with Abi." Smirks.

"Yes already, yuk. Cece, we're saying yes. Thank you for coming to this Akbar tabligh event."

"Together, ustadz."

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, said hello and got into his car. Debby hugged her aunt first.

"Habib is handsome." Whisper Debby teases.

"Astagfirullah, what are you talking about? Inget Rumi."

"Ih... Not for me. But make Auntie."

"Eh... What the fuck. Don't macem-macem."

"Brond season, so no problem. My aunt is still beautiful and young. Same with habib." Debby held out both of her thumbs. Where he immediately laughed as Maryam glared at him. The girl waved her hand as she got into the car. Until the car drove away. Where Maryam just sighed while shaking her head. Then get in his own car.