Pledge of Love Rumi
between two hearts

"should. If you fall in love with her, then? And he's not your soul mate. It can be said that you are a zero-sum to yourself. So forget it now. Or would you like to pade the man, not apply for you?" Ustadz Irsyad said, and the speech succeeded in making Shafa desperate, he coughed.

"No... Naw... Pades."

"Loh why? No papa, a woman can propose to a man she likes. Seriously...! Islam does not prohibit a woman from asking a man. Islam does not suggest that only men can apply."

"Yes Allah Pade... Shafa ngelamar men first." Shafa said 'what else is a boy, your own son.' he continued in his heart.

"Why? The prestige?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad's. While Shafa was silent, "do you know Khadijah? He was the first to propose the Prophet Muhammad SAW. Khadijah sent an intermediary to convey his intentions to the Prophet. Seriously, if you want. Pade's ready to go for the guy."

"duh... But shouldn't women be ashamed? Hehe." Shafa Scratch his head.

"You're right. As a shalah woman, shame does need to be maintained. But for the good and for the sake of the realization of charity or worship, then such things need to be hastened. In QS Al Maidah it is mentioned, 'And hasten you in kindness.' provided that the man is good, can be your priest, can guide you in the good of inshaAllah may be. Try Pade's love, which one is he?"

'duh nyesel deh asked to pade, even asked which person else. That's right, your own son Pade, your son, hiks.'

"Shafa?"

"Yes, it's been pade. Shafa mending just buried it..."

"Loh why? Said you were already uncomfortable with the turmoil in your heart."

"But it can still be controlled by kok pade." Shafa chuckles. Just like the Ustadz Irsyad who just shake their heads, anxious to see the behavior of Shafa.

They were still chatting briefly there, discussing about work and so on. Until a motorbike entered the courtyard of the house. When Shafa's eyes were round, he regretted lingering in this house. So he had to meet Rumi who had just arrived.

'Allahu rabbi.' Inner Shafa who directly lowered his head. Especially when Rumi took off her helmet and smiled.

"Shafa, has it been since?" Ask Rumi.

"I.iya." she replied nervously. His hands were squeezing each other tightly. Even his lips were now muttering Istighfar many times. Ustadz Irsyad. He seemed to catch an unusual body language, then smiled and cleared his throat afterwards while looking back at Rumi.

"Assalamualaikum, Bi." Rumi's approaching.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ustadz Irsyad rubbed the head of his eldest son who was kissing the back of his hand three times. Then he grabbed his son's face, and kissed his right and left cheeks.

"The Assalamualaikum Shafa." Sapa Rumi Then while slapping his hands in front of his chest.

"Wa. walaikumsalam warahmatullah." The answer is getting nervous. Perhaps because it was discussed, and it made Shafa increasingly unable to control himself. 'astagfirullah al'azim.' inner Shafa. He also moved. "Pade, Shafa said yes?"

"Well hurry?" Ask Rumi.

"I, I've been since." Bows.

"Yes be careful." Rumi.

"I.ya." he answered softly as he grabbed the hand of Ustadz Irsyad, shaking it.

Ustadz Irsyad felt Shafa's hand tremble, making him want to laugh. "Sir, So no?"

"E...Eh? What's?"

"By the way to him?"

"Pa... Pade, what the hell is that." Shafa was getting cold sweat, while Rumi just kept quiet because she did not understand.

"Haha... Yes it's there. Be careful."

"Yes Pade, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer the two people there. While Shafa immediately walked quickly to his bike, and went from there.

***

On the feast day.

Today in Bandung, the big family Debby is celebrating a big event whose fall coincides with the Eid al-Fitr holiday.

It is special, where two religions celebrate their big day on the same day.

Debby has just returned from church. He also stared at the screen of his phone, there was not a single chat message from Rumi. So make him grunt a little.

"What is this, Mah?" Ask Debby.

"Come on, just open it."

"Emmm, I'll." Debby said, she just put the package away. And refocused on his phone.

'he if not in the chat first will not want to chat me first. But what do you say, let Rumi's sister answer?' debby thought hard.

"Just have a happy day, okay?" Debby nodded once, sighed and began to open her phone. Just now he opened the chat application, and pressing Rumi's number in the top column already appeared green writing, which read 'typing...'

Debby's eyes widened.

"I swear, he's writing? Rumi wants me to japri?" The girl slapped her own cheek. "Let's... Be ill. It means no dream." A smile of spirit instantly flashed on his lips. Debby waited for the message to be sent.

One, two, three seconds. The writing is still typing. Until the writing is missing typing it, but it looks like the chat message has not entered.

"Signals are hard times?" Debby murmured, still thinking positively, while lifting the phone up high. Until he waited again. Before long the column above is again written typing.

"Again...? He writes long. Duh, prepare my heart. Just a feeling." Debby chuckles. Not because he believed it, but just imagining it like that was funny enough for him.

And the writing again disappeared.

Debby grunting. "Do you want to send a message? Forgive me! Forgive me!" Debby shook her head, because she had three times to get the writing but not a single chat message arrived. Until he got anxious himself, and started typing something.

(From that typing Mulu... What would you like to send? Expressing feelings huh? Hahaha) send.

Debby chuckled, of course, the one over there was being misbehaved. Shortly a reply message came in.

(Never say anything about feelings for your opposite sex. The Haram!) Reply Rumi.

"Goddess... Pavish... The bales dong. Haha." Debby re-typed something.

(Yes... Yes, mr. ustadz. Emm, when are you coming back to Bandung? I've been waiting for the book you promised me) Reply Debby.

Rumi, typing...

(I'm a little old.) Rumi, briefly.

(Keep, when do I get my book?) Ask Debby.

(Just open your package. And see what it is.) Reply Rumi Later.

"Package?" He immediately moved from his position that was lying down, then grabbed the package that was handed over by his mother, and immediately opened it.

A book entitled (the life journey of a devout convert in the way of God.)

"This book?" Debby's eyes glazed over she immediately sent another chat message to Rumi.

(You are full of surprises. Rumi, why should it be paketin, anyway? Why not just give it straight away?) Scripting. Debby waited a while.

Ting... One message came in.

(You said you didn't want to wait, right? Now, it's in your hands. Please read yes.)

"Goddessaaaaa.... For what is this guy gemesin once anyway." Debby kissed her phone screen. He also sent a reply to a message of thanks, but not in reply by Rumi.

Debby was really happy that day. He even read it straight away, studied it and wished he could truly become a full-fledged Muslim.

Seriate...

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The epilogue...

Rumi who was replying to the chat message just smiled but he immediately held it back, because he realized it was not good.

Especially at this time there is a Shafa family who is in touch.

(detail part story Rumi who was visited by the family Ulum during the holiday is in the novel Ikrar love of the Hafizh Qur'an yes... 😁, Thanks for reading)