Pledge of Love Rumi
the Sadness of Umma Rahma

Day after day, even years passed.

time is indeed very fast spinning, as if the wheels of a vehicle that carries our pace from one place to another.

Take time to meet the future, which we can never guess the condition at that time. We never even realize it, if it has passed that time, which was beautiful and full of spirit, now turned into sadness and resignation.

As now, with the state of Rahma is still the same, after being sentenced to have a coronary heart.

It seems like Rahma's physical condition is getting weaker, every day.

The mother of two was always filled with sadness. Not to mention her uselessness, when it should be a burden to husband and children.

Sometimes the feeling of quickly returning to the almighty As continues to be in his heart.

And even that became his most frequently said prayer, freed from all this by leaving this world.

Prahaaang....

A glass fell from the table next to his bed. Rahma sighed, her cheeks wet because the hand was still stiff just to touch the glass.

He just wants a drink. However, it is difficult to ask for forgiveness. Meanwhile... The door of the room opened, he immediately put a smile on Rumi. That first son.

"Momu?" Rumi ran quickly in, approaching Umma who was sitting with a leaning position on the bed. "Umma, sorry? Rumi depleted prayer. Um want a drink?" Tanya Rumi smooth. Soon he cleaned up the glass.

"Yes, Umma's going to have a drink. Umma thought this hand could already hold a glass. It hasn't." Chuckles.

"Umma, don't be too forced. Bentar huh? Rumi grab a new glass." The boy kissed his mother's cheek, and walked out.

And when Rumi had already disappeared from his sight, walked out of that room. Rahma came back moody, I don't know when she was like this?

To be sure his condition really made his soul feel lifeless now.

A few minutes later, Rumi came up with a new glass in her left hand, and a plate of pudding in her right. There Rahma again sighed, emitting an ordinary facial expression, without sadness. Because he just hid it in his heart.

"Umma, all of you eat Pudding made by Rumi ya." Rumi placed the pudding on the table, then grabbed the water bottle and poured the contents into the glass she was holding.

"you made pudding?" Rahma impressed.

"Yes, chocolate pudding. Although this brother is a brother, but that brother is like Abi loh, she makes dishes." Proud of yourself, just kidding. He also brought the lips of the glass of mineral water to his mother who immediately welcomed him, and drank the contents.

"Hmmm, so... The head chef here has two, huh?" Say Rahma after drinking.

"Hehehe is dong, but it's better made by Rumi... Cobain Umma's. It's vla vanilla too."

"It's definitely not sweet."

"Little anyway. But it's delicious." Rumi cut a little with a spoonful of pudding then handed it to Rahma. "Enak right?"

Rahma chewed slowly with a smile, then nodded.

"Again Umma... That's a lot to see."

"Yes... You want Umma to get fatter?"

"It's healthy anyway..." Rumi kisses her cheek, while Rahma just smiles.

"Close here. Umma's gonna kiss me, too."

"Haha, MashaAllah. The one that Uma kissed a lot." Rumi held her cheek closer to Rahma who was chuckling, and immediately greeted it with a kiss of affection three times.

"The Good Son of Umma." Rahma's eyes glazed over.

"Quick healthy yes Umma. Don't be sick."

"inshaAllah dear."

A few minutes passed, Rahma was already full with five tablespoons of pudding from the mouthful of her eldest son.

Until they decide to talk. Who knows what the hell... The point is many things, including about women for Rumi.

Rumi also told me, if she had no thoughts of getting married, and wanted to focus on caring for her mother. Even when Rahma was sick, Rumi decided to take her college leave.

He did not want to waste a little time on his mother.

Until slowly the middle-aged woman's body, had begun to calm with closed eyes, Rahma fell asleep. While Rumi still rubbed his mother's forehead, while having a pair of glasses.

Rumi kissed Rahma's forehead, "healthy ya Umma. Rumi dear Umma." Rumi wiped her tears. He was really afraid, if until his mother was why-why.

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This afternoon...

Rahma was daydreaming, under the twilight light that had begun to turn yellow, on her wheelchair. Alone, because Ustadz Irsyad was picking up something in his car.

Yes.. that twilight, Ustadz took his wife to a park Harapan Indah Bekasi which is not too far from where he lived.

The wind was blowing quite hard, removing some dried leaves from the tree. And one of them fell on Rahma's head covered in a long black hijab.

Slowly his hand was raised, because it was still a bit heavy, due to the stroke he suffered.

Tears were dripping, in one corner of his eye. So useless? Until he took the leaf he couldn't.

A soft hand grabbed the leaf and threw it away. The husband returned with a warm smile on his lips.

Ustadz Irsyad bent one leg, crouching in front of Rahma. He opened the cover of the bottle of mineral water he brought and then pulled a little bit of Rahma veil.

"Drink first Khumairah." Said the husband. But instead of Rahma opening her mouth, the lips were still tight. Rahma turned her face away from Ustadz Irsyad.

'yes Allah... My wife must be sad again.' Inner Ustadz Irsyad, already understand the mood of Rahma who is now so often changing it.

"Khumash? He said he wanted to drink."

"Rahma is not thirsty." Ketus answer.

"Why?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad softly. Rahma only glanced at him with teary eyes, then turned back her face. Ustadz Irsyad grabbed Rahma's hand on her lap, after placing the bottle of mineral water for a moment on the grass. "Dec? Sad again?"

"No." Answer Rahma briefly.

"Why do you want to do something? You know what, huh?"

Rahma sighed, she glanced again at the face of the husband who was now smiling at her.

"Mas, Rahma?" The words were restrained when the two heard the greeting of a veiled woman who approached them.

"MashaAllah, Ustadz...? Mum..." The woman greeted both.

"Girishalam, Bilal? Isti?" Irsyad smiled at the two, shook Bilal's hand and bowed his hands in front of his chest at Nur Istiqomah.

"Mom, how's it going?" the voice of the woman behind the veil was soft. Touching Rahma's hand.

"Good... Thank goodness." Rahma answered, kindly.

"Thankful Thank God." Isti replied smiling kindly.

"Where are you from?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad's. I didn't think the two were in the park.

"When visiting the home of relatives, the late Abi. But Ummi asked to stop by here. I've met Mr. Ustadz Irsyad." Answer Bilal.

"MashaAllah...." Ustadz Irshad started chatting with Isti and Bilal. While Rahma, she herself was busy observing the body of the woman standing before her.

The woman's eyes looked as if they were seen, looking at her husband in awe.

He looked back at the body from top to bottom. Although it was a meeting, but it seems she is still very beautiful. His eyes had not seen the slightest wrinkle, his skin was white and clean, another body that was still slim looked perfect.

Rahma lowered her head, raised her hands slowly, watching with sadness, not to mention the wheelchair she was wearing. Really, what he now has, is unattractive.

And he felt defeated by the woman before him.

At this moment it felt like she was crying and ran away from there. But it cannot, so inevitably, he must be restrained to listen to the husband who was chatting with the two people. Even more now, Isti was speaking, he asked Ustadz Irsyad to fill out the study at the end of each month in his assembly.

And it seems the husband is supportive, seen from his words that always say 'inshaAllah is tried.'

The Rahma there was silent. The thing... He felt like an invisible lump of rock between the three people.

Seriate...