Pledge of Love Rumi
meet Bilal

A car entered the courtyard of the house, which was not far from the mosque.

Habib Bilal with his younger brother and one of his companions got out of the car, after a long drive from Mojokerto.

Outside the rain had begun to subside, but the thing that caught Bilal's attention was the middle-aged man who was wearing a raincoat next to his motorcycle.

"Oustadz Irsyad's father?" He muttered, who approached him immediately. "Assalamualaik."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," ustadz Irsyad shook Bilal's hand and Hafizh then stretched out to him. "Where is this from?"

"I just returned home to Mojokerto, there was a sholawat event together last night" replied Bilal.

"Barakallah... Hope you can get the blessing, Bib." Ustadz Irsyad smiled, full of admiration. The same with Bilal who also blushed.

"Sir Ustadz is coming home?" Ask Bilal.

"Yes this, it has been held back for more than an hour due to heavy rain. Finally gone."

"Oh my God, just stop by ustadz. Yuk," take Bilal.

"Other times yes, antum just came home anyway."

"No papa mr. ustadz, let's stop by first yuk."

"Thank you, but I really have to go home. Because there's an additional event also after this Maghrib in the neighbor's house."

"Oh so, huh? Yes it is."

"Emm..." Ustadz Irsyad turned to look at the door of Isti's house which was still closed. "Bilal, say my thanks to your Umm, He gave me coffee. But I still put the glass in the mosque."

"Oh... Yes sir, I will tell Ummi." Bilal further developed his smile.

Ustadz Irsyad is wearing his helmet. And ride his motorcycle.

"I say yes, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam. Beware, mr. ustadz. The road is slippery."

Ustadz Irsyad only answered with a nod of his head once. And the motor drove.

Shortly after, Isti sighed he had just dared to open the door of his house after hearing the roar of the sound of Ustadz Irsyad motorbike that was getting away. From the sound of the doorknob, Hafizh and Bilal turned their heads.

"Ummi." Bilal smiled, he approached the mother while saying greetings and then kissed the back of his hand and then kissed both cheeks, and finally his forehead. The same thing was done by his youngest son, Hafizh.

"Alhamdulillah, the children of Ummi have returned safely." Isti kissed his second cheek.

"Yes Ummi, Fara hasn't come home yet?" What he asked was his sister.

"But– he said anyway, today there is an additional event at the school where he teaches, so it's a bit late."

"Oh so yeah, let Bilal just pick up Fara if it's late."

"Yes...."

"Ummi, we brought souvenirs." Hafiz said interjected.

"Oh yeah, where?"

"There's in the car, Ummi's favorite. Later down in kok same kang Beben."

Isti smiled happily. While Hafiz entered, Bilal grabbed his mother's hand with a smile.

"What's a smile like that?"

"No– just want to deliver a message from sir ustadz Irsyad to Ummi."

Isti frowned.

"Oh."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Alhamdulillah what?"

"Yes not papa... Bilal agrees that Ustadz Irsyad is Abinya Bilal"

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Bilal, don't talk like that even if it's just a joke."

"Ummi, Bilal's not kidding. Ummi must have a companion for life." Bilal rubbed his mother's cheek. "He was kind, just like the late Abi."

Isti who heard that was silent, his gaze turned mellow.

"Come in, clean up and rest. Soon in Maghrib time." Isti rubbed Bilal's shoulder and walked towards the mosque which was not far from his house to pick up a glass.

The man who uses Koko maroon-colored robe took the time to turn a little staring at the mother. Then he looked down with a smile, then went back into his house.

Inside the mosque Isti sat down looking at the glass that was empty because there was a small paper tucked under the sign.

Slowly his hand approached and grabbed the paper.

[The coffee is good... Thanks Ukhti. ]

Isti smiled thinly. But soon he beristighfar, he squeezed the paper and grabbed an empty cup in front of him.

Walking out of the mosque, then approaching a garbage drum to throw the paper. But when the hand that was already on the top of the drum hole was actually shaking, so it made him stop to throw it. I don't know why suddenly there is a feeling of affection if the hand stroke of Ustadz Irsyad must be thrown away. He pulled his hand back to put the paper in his pocket.

"Astagfirullah... What the hell am I doing? Audzubillahiminasyaitoni." Isti also chose to keep throwing the paper into the barrel.

looking at him for a moment again the paper that had been mixed with the trash, then shook his head quickly. He continued his steps back home.

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In-house...

Ustadz Irsyad Just arrived. He who felt tired mixed with drowsiness immediately chose to hasten the bath. Indeed, the time before magrib and the time before dawn to the hours of Dhuha are the easiest times this body responds to drowsiness.

The house is still quiet, it looks like Rumi and Debby have not returned from the Mother and Child hospital. He also walked to the toilet in his room to clean up.

After taking a shower, he received a phone call from Mr. Huda, who asked if he had come home? Ustadz Irsyad replied that he had been at home for half an hour and was preparing to go to the mosque.

"Meanwhile, antum was completely alone?"

"Yes, but do not get bored while sholawatan sholawatan not feel the rain subsides."

"Is that so?"

"Yes..."

"But did Anisa really not come out?"

"Emmm..." Ustadz Irsyad remembered it, Isti's hands trembling as he laid coffee for her. "Get out for a second. Huda sir, I have to go to the mosque."

"All ustadz. We'll connect tomorrow at the college." Mr. Huda chuckled.

"Yes... Da... Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

Ustad Irsyad turned off his phone, then put it again on the table. After that out of his room while hanging a prayer mat on his shoulder.