Pledge of Love Rumi
rumi's Speech

On the same morning, Rumi was still not walking, even though he was neat with a black jacket attached to his body and a backpack on his back, he still faithfully awaits the Father just to say goodbye. Though the time has shown at 07:40, Abi Irsyad has not been seen.

Sometimes he glanced at his watch, then out of the fence. There was no sign of Abi Irsyad's car emerging from the end of the alley.

"Sister, it's almost eight o'clock."

"Yes, but Abi hasn't looked over yet."

"Let me just say, afraid late too, Lagian said there would be a meeting at ten o'clock, right?"

"Yes, yeah that's it. I'm walking, Dek."

"Yes, don't speed. Continue, when it arrives? kabari." Debby grabbed Rumi's right hand and kissed her back.

"Yes... Assalamualaikum."

"Guildingsalam, Husband."

Rumi smiled while wearing her helmet and then turned on the motorbike, read a prayer and left.

"Huf... May my husband always be in Your protection, O God." Debby walks in after Rumi's bike moves away from her sight.

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Dusk time in Bandung...

The bright sky is now gradually becoming dim. The voice of the Maghrib Adhan has also been reverberating, rumbling from one mosque to another. Accompanying the steps of Rumi who was walking towards the mosque, before dinner. He was indeed ordinary like that, worship became an initial priority, new affairs of the stomach followed.

While talking about work, he walks with Jimmy. A friend who is like a sister to him, because indeed the distance of his age with Jimmy is about four years.

Arriving in front of the mosque, they sat, at the end of the steps of the sacred boundary. Take off her shoes and socks. Along with that, a woman who came with her bicycle made Rumi stunned.

The woman smiled at some other people, or the mothers there. Her smile was truly charming, even making Rumi subconsciously feel at home looking at her.

"Assalamualaikum, Neng Meida."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, MashaAllah I have been able to go to the Mosque? Is it healthy?" Meida asked kindly, to a mother who had just recovered after foot surgery.

While on the other hand, Rumi's gaze was still fixed on the girl.

"Alhamdulillah, have started to walk. So can jama'ah again."

"Alhamdulillah then, come in." Take the girl then, who then walks together towards the right side of the mosque. Precisely a women-only ablution area.

"Let's go in, brother." Jimmy cooed Rumi's arm with his elbow.

"Eh... Ja. Astagfirullah al'azim." Rumi shook his head and entered. Because from that moment he unconsciously smiled at the woman, especially when listening to Meida's soft voice.

Maghrib prayer services will be directly after iqomah in kumandangkan. But Mr. Kyai who has been standing in front of the mihrab actually turned his head back, then approached Rumi.

"Affeurs... Don't Mr. Kyai, I'm a mum."

"No papa, let's antum it."

"Wallahi mr. Kyai, I feel bad. Because here is kyai sir, my time should be priest."

Kyai is smiling. "But I'm glad to hear your reading."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kyai, but I'm really not feeling good. If I should be his priest."

"All right then. Oh... will there still be no work?"

"No, mr. kyai."

"Brain it yes, give it a few minutes of study."

"Sa–my?"

"No papa." The kyai man headed straight back to his mihrab. Where Rumi slightly scratched his non-itchy head, he turned to look at Jimmy, who had brandished his two thumbs while showing his teeth, grinning.

Rumi sighed, then prepared to perform prayer after Pak kyai exclaimed takbir.

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Three rakaats are on the way, ending with a short remembrance. When finished, Rumi left when Pak Kyai had given a signal for Rumi to go up to the pulpit.

With a little nervousness, he also read prayers for ease in public speaking, said greetings, sholawat and then began to open a short study about the Test of goodwill alone has been berahala.

"we as human beings, when doing a practice. Then Allah SWT will surely multiply the price and the good for us."

"What reasons? If we only get the same value as the amount of our practice? Yes, it will not be enough. How much of our practice? That is the good of Allah SWT to His servants. But there is one thing more remarkable here, which is the good intentions of humans that will be calculated the same if we have not had time to do it." Rumi smiled, his eyes wandering, catching one by one a pair of eyes of the serious fathers listening to his study.

"When do the scholars advise us to? Never be miserly in good intentions. Intention well that much. When we go out of the house try to always mengasiati. –ya Allah may today I be able to help people on the road, may I be able to make friends with old friends or with family, hopefully I can get useful knowledge, hopefully I can help anyone who is in trouble, hopefully I can... Could... Can...– just a lot of his intention continues, not papa even though only intention but serious somehow which we can do, whether which we can fulfill."

"Well after the intention is already in the heart. And when we get out of the house? God has recorded our good deeds as much as we intend them. MashaAllah yes...? The intention is to get the same minimum reward. Especially when it does?"

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, wa innama licullimriin manawa –someone gets the reward, as he intended. So remember yes... Intention has been worship, especially if we do. It'll be double again."

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#the lecture above is based on the results of a study of an ustadz from Bandung, which I quote the point. and I'm sorry I never love every review I insert because there must be some who skipped because boring 🤭 and again does not mean I patronize. just to add Islamic spice because it's a religious theme story... Barakallahu Fiikum's.