Pledge of Love Rumi
dinner at Meida's

A woman in her saf smiled. Really, I don't know why he likes this guy's talk.

Although never trying to figure out, who is the young man who is willing to fill out a short study after the magrib, with his soft yet wry voice in the heart.

Want to know, he tried to open the green veil that became the barrier between women and men, then peek at who men are not every day fill the study but arguably quite often.

"Pisan Case, Soleh, MashaAllah. Office staff again." The whispers of the girls behind Meida, made the girl even more tremble.

'is that really that handsome? astagfirullah al'azim.' Meida continues to reject something bad, which is trying to control her mind.

While on top of the pulpit, Rumi was still lecturing. Until the time of Isya, he stopped his studies and continued Isya prayers.

After the four rhymes and short remembrance it was over. Meida came out of the mosque when she came to the courtyard. Where his flip-flops were just placed on the paving floor, his brother then approached, walking in a row.

"Neng, what tea did you cook?"

"Casskin leaf vegetable cooking, Bah." replied Meida.

"Much?"

"Lumayan, because the cassava leaves behind the tea house many collapsed, so in selectin the young. It was to be shared with Uwa Abim and Mang Iwa."

"Is that so? If there's two people that I invite to dinner, is that enough?"

"inshaAllah quite Bah. Later let Mei fry eggs for additional side dishes.sama sambal."

"Well, that. Just buy crackers too."

"Yes, Bah."

"Yes, get ready there. I want to talk to the two boys."

Meida smiled faintly and nodded, kissed the back of her brother's hand and left.

While Meida is getting away, Mr. Kyai is again approaching Rumi and Jimmy who are about to go home.

"Jangs... Here, don't go home."

"Why Mr Kyai?" Ask Rumi.

"We're going to my house. Continue chat. Meals, simple food that my son prepared."

"Emmmm?" Rumi turned towards Jimmy.

"I have no problem" said Jimmy. Then make Rumi look back at Mr. Kyai in front of him.

"Are we not a hassle?"

"No... Mango, come with Abah." Invite him who then makes Rumi and Jimmy smile and then move from that place.

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The distance of the mosque with Mr. Kyai's house is not so far away. Just passing one house, a bit into the house then arrive at the house that can be said simple but neat.

The two people awkwardly sat on the comfortable sofa. Once they arrive and are welcome to enter.

Rumi's eyes wander, there are some photos that he saw, and captured a photo of a girl with a graduation toga he was wearing.

'he right?' Rumi. Then suddenly he felt his heart thumping. When I saw the shadow coming out of one of the rooms. 'Oh Allah?'

Extraordinarily, the woman he thought was somewhat similar to Umma Rahma apparently lived in this house.

"Excuse me" the girl said without looking at Rumi and Jimmy. Put a drink on the table, along with some companion snacks. "Mother." Meida continued, raising her head, after everything on the tray had moved to the table she was stunned for a moment and then looked down again.

"This is Abah's son... Meida's her name." Kyai introduces her daughter to Rumi and Jimmy. "Neng, this is Rumi's mother who Abi sometimes asked to review. His son is one of the most famous scholars. Ustadz Irsyad Fadillah." Pak kyai later said, introducing Rumi.

'Oh Allah. That young man whom I had broken his cell phone with, also who several times bought internet vouchers at my counter. So he's the one who occasionally does research?' Meida slid her palms in front of her chest. "Assalamualaik."

Rumi replied to her, with a slight sparkle and a thin smile that then adorned her gaze towards Meida. "Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

"If this is Jimmy, his friend. They work in the front office there."

"Oh..." Meida does the same, she greets Jimmy, where Jimmy replies with a look that seems to make him forget, with sharia keeping his eyes. Meida approached her brother, whispering briefly if the food was almost ready in about ten minutes. Her brother nodded, while Meida went straight inside.

'the world feels so narrow?' Rumi continued to stand out, he saw it was like Umma, but why was his heart pounding?

Until the ringing of the phone made him gasp. Rumi took it out of her pants pocket.

Zaujatti....

'my wife, I must remember I have a wife at home.' Rumi remembers Debby. He looked towards Kyai.

"Afwan mr. Kyai, I have permission to receive a call from my wife first." Rumi asked permission. From there was a change in the look of Mr. Kyai's face.

"Antum's got a family?"

"Alhamdulillah is already."

"Oh... I think it's still a bachelor." Chuckles. Rumi smiled, indeed he had never told a story, because the kyai never asked.

"Please." Pak Kyai let it be, at that time Rumi immediately walked out.

He chose to receive a phone call from his wife in the terrace area.

"Assalamualaikum, dear." Rumi says hello.

"Walaikumsalam, hasn't the way home?" Ask Debby ketus.

"Awhile more. It's again to Kyai sir's house" replied Rumi.

"Well? No more permission."

"Geez, this is also a sudden Deck. At dinner. I'm home now."

"Truly go home? No more additional events....! No extra work either..!"

"inshaAllah, why the hell? Know-know angry gini?"

"I had a bad dream. It's the same with you."

"What dream?"

"Your dream is to dream of people's children!"

"Astagfirullah al'azim..." Rumi chuckles. "It's just this dream."

"It's just a dream but a real feeling. You look at that woman. It's the whole taste."

"Allahu Rabbi, yes, it's just a dream. You're at this hour already dreaming, you're sleeping?"

"He fell asleep after Magrib."

"Oohs... Brati hasn't prayed isya?"

"Yet...! Just wanted...!"

Rumi smiled, she shook her head feeling anxious. "Yes, pray first."

"But actually you no longer have a crush on Bandung women?"

"Oh Allah, no Deck. Dreams doang keselnya why really?"

"Yes, it's real rich....! Just be careful if you have a crush on other Bandung women."

"inshaAllah is done."

"Damn... Don't try it. But.haveto...!"

"Yes... Da... Yes, don't think too much. It's just a dream, hopefully it won't come true."

"Amit-amit, don't come true...! Rumi's sister can only love the three women in Rumi's life. Umma Rahma, Noah, and I...!"

"inshaAllah dear–"

"Promise...!"

"Can't promise me. What if Fulana is interesting? It's not good to refuse." Ledek Rumi, while chuckling without a sound.

"Sister Rumi...!! Ishhh– Is there an intention?"

"Nggak– enggak– kidding."

"The spark that made me rise in blood knows."

"Hahaha sorry dear."

"promise first–" whine Debby.

"Yes my wife."

"Yes what?"

"There are only five women I love."

"Tock five anyway?"

"Yes, before you were there were four." Ledek Rumi, where Debby was just grumbling. "Umma, Nuha, Mbah Putri, same grandma. Keep you, cieeee..."

"Not funny." Debby grumbling.

"Haha. I'm sorry, baby, I don't feel good about Jimmy and Mr. Kyai."

"Yes, but inget huh? Go straight home!!"

"Yes Ndoro ayu..." Rumi said, following the words of Abinya if Umma has been bercerocos much. "Assalamualaikum by Zaujatti... Wait for me."

"Emmm... Walaikumsalam." Piccke... Phone calls are closed. Leaving a light laugh on Rumi's lips that felt astonished. It could be that the wife dreams like that, and her sense of sadness to the real world. He decided to go back to memorizing Jimmy and Pak Kyai.