Pledge of Love Rumi
Missing in the heart

Tomorrow.

Outside, the sky was starting to look bright. There are only beautiful orange silhouettes in the sky, because this morning ustadz Irsyad was impatient to visit Rahma's tomb. Until when the sky was still dim he decided to hurry away, even without saying goodbye to his two children at home.

The coldness of the morning dew was still slightly piercing on the body, accompanying the footsteps of a middle-aged man. The one who comes brings a myriad of longings that he keeps in his sanitary ware. The love that is now veiled, waiting for the turn of time to return. Until that time comes, the time where he will meet again, with his beloved heart.

Ustadz Irsyad said hello, to all the gravediggers as the feet continued to step up, treading the red earth beneath which was mostly covered with Japanese grass in the same flat mound of the tomb. Then stop at one of them and crouch down. He smiled, his hand rubbed the mound of the tomb belonging to Rahma.

"Assalamualaikum, my beloved wife." He muttered, who was immediately silent. Although the heart is currently turbulent want to cry bitterly due to longing, but still able to withstand it. He breathed and raised both hands to pray.

"Assalaamu 'alaa ahlad diyaari minal mu'miniina wal muslimiin wa innaa insyaa allahu bikum laahiquun asalullaha lanaa walakumul aafiyah." It was a prayer that he always said, as a greeting to the inhabitants of the tomb. Those who have gone before, and remember that our time will come to follow.

He continued, praying for Rahma. "Allahummaghfrilaha war hamha wa 'aafhii wa'fu anha, wa akrim nuzuulaha wawassi' madholaha, waghsilha bil maa'i watssalji walbaradi, wa naqqihi, minaddzzunubi wal khathaya kamaa yunaqatssaubul abyadh minad danasi. Wabdilhu daaran khiran min daarihi wa zaujan khiran min zaujihi. Wa adkhilhul jannata wa aidzha min adzabil qabri wa min adzabinnaari wafsah laha fu qabrih wa nawwir laha fi."

Just finished praying, Ustadz Irsyad had wiped his tears. Remember Debby's cooking yesterday, which made her cry.

"Dec, yesterday. Our daughter-in-law makes vegetable bitter melon. But the sweet mas ate it." He said while chuckling. "All because of bitterness. Yes, I know bitter melon is bitter, but bitter like your cooking. Which is not done first. But Debby didn't, she realized the mistake and apologized to Abi-in-law."

Ustadz Irsyad muffled his cold. While rubbing the wife's headstone. He was pensive, he really missed Rahma's body which was a little filled.

His bedmate at night or day, where he devotes all his activities every day. Even at the end of the day, he will be more of a listener. All the complaints of the wife after a day taking care of her twin sons and daughters. Staring at the woman who was laying down her body, chattering that the edges will make her silence with a gentle kiss on the lips. Maybe because he was so anxious, when his words began to go into the matter of talking about others.

Just a prayer, and a prayer that he keeps pinning at every opportunity. Ustadz Irsyad also sighed, when longing is now increasingly cramping the veins.

"Mas, miss you. Ye know? Every time you wake up, there is a feeling of gratitude, but there is a feeling of sadness. How are you still awake, huh? though I hope to catch up with you, even though we meet it later, after the completion of the trial in mashar, but at least mas do not languish like this." Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his wet eyes again. "Sir, if you go to heaven first. Wait for ya... Because I have to take responsibility for my mother, you, and Noah. You may take longer to account for everything in the world. If it turns out you're not going to heaven, and you're already there. Please look for a yes don't want to be paired with another."

Ustadz Irsyad was powerless, he patted his chest slowly. Really holding Isak that cry so as not to come out.

"Mas misses you, Rahma." murmured Ustadz Irsyad lirih. He also rubbed Rahma's tomb, then chose to move. According to him, it was enough. He did not want to drop his tears on his wife's vortex, for it would be a curse to him.

## there are no more meaningful days when we are, sailing in the ark of warm love.

Not a little imagined, there will come a time when you are now just left to become endless longing.

Sobs will not bring you back, on beautiful nights under the auspices of the love of the Creator.

The love... I believe that you didn't really leave. Wait for me there, call my name when you get to the most beautiful garden you've never seen on earth.

L'm... Missing you, even though my smile stretches wide in front of the audience, for the sake of being able to cover the bitter in the soul that can not be treated, because you miss the shadow of yourself. Duhai the angel of my heart. – Ustadz Irsyad Fadillah.

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