Pledge of Love Rumi
answer Isti

Entering the early hours of the morning, Ustadz Irsyad was awake.

He is now reciting after undergoing tahajud prayer, repentance, witir then his istikharah.

Determining a choice will not be that easy he took. It takes a process of maturity in terms of thinking. Because He himself must really strengthen the heart, so as not to misstep due to the decision taken because of hurry.

One day, two days, even weeks, and the night before he conducted another study at the mosque near Isti's house. Ustad Irsyad put down his prayer beads.

"Could it? But I should try to talk to Isti myself. Is he willing to pin it." Saying the word, Ustadz Irsyad's chest trembled. He breathed and then took a stand. The sound of the dawn prayer then made him say hamdalah then prepare to go to the mosque.

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The twilight is back. Because the time is fast turning, Ustadz Irsyad is now sitting facing the women worshipers who are serious about listening to his tausiyah.

"When we lose something most valuable in our lives, whether it's an item, a child, or maybe a life partner will usually appear hazzan nature in our bodies. A sense of anxiety that makes us not willing, not ridho, sad and so forth. Why it's like that, that's the test."

Ustad Irsyad was a little out of focus, when his gaze always led to the only veiled woman in the mosque. He returned to focus and shifted his eyes to the others.

"Examination yes... The test when we lose it is really hard. God will replace him with a better one. When we lose the most precious thing in our lives, it will be replaced by a thousand times a better thing. Then what is it? Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un. Everything that belongs to Allah SWT will return to Him. Learn from now to be ready and try sincerely for what? This heart can be more alert, so when hit by a disaster, loss of property or our partner is strong. Because of the belief that in fact whatever we have is only a loan, which whenever God wants to take it, it is taken. And we will never be able to endure it other than to sincerely try and believe God will replace it with a new one, Barakallau fiikum."

Tausiyah finished, now only Ustadz Irsyad raised both hands, leading the Munajat prayer while the worshipers simultaneously agreed. Then they say the word istighfar, read the Surah Al Ashr, and closed with the closing prayer of the assembly.

After all at once home, Ustadz Irsyad also came out. He saw Isti going into his house.

"Sir, may I speak to you for a moment?"

I looked over, "Bi–bicara, what Ustadz? About the study?"

"No, you can sit in the living room. Let me outside, because there's something I want to try to talk about, pretty serious."

Isti hesitated a little, his hand covered in a long black hijab until the knee was slightly raised to touch his own chest.

He walked first to open the door. Then slowly shift the patio chair to near the door.

"Please Ustadz." Isti prepared, while he entered and sat on the sofa closest to the door.

Ustadz Irsyad sighed, he walked with a bit of hesitation and sat in the chair that was prepared facing straight ahead. There were about fifteen minutes, Irsyad was silent trying to start the conversation.

"Fara, where do you live now?"

"She's with her husband, ustadz."

"Bill?"

"Bilal, he more often takes care of the boarding house of his late Abinya, also an invitation to fill the show sholawatan, along with Hafiz although still a few days back home."

"So, are you alone?"

"Yes Ustadz."

Ustadz Irsyad was silent again. For a few minutes, then try to open the sound.

"Sorry Isti, I may be too presumptuous to ask this. But may I know why you are not married? Is there a ban from your children?"

Isti. He looked up at the photo of his wedding with the habib. Then down.

"Ustad.... I was, just a stupid woman who did not have much knowledge, only I had heard one hadith narrated by Thabrani that sounded– Any woman who died her husband, her husband, died, then the woman remarried, and she became his last wife."

"Then I have heard a lecture that contained a woman who died of her husband and never married again until she died then her partner in heaven is her husband in the world. 

This means that if a woman who is stabbed or left dead husband then married another man, then he will be married to the last husband. This is in accordance with the hadith of the Prophet SAW that I said earlier."

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, only then did he know the answer. And chose to undo his intention to try to propose Isti.

"Isti, hopefully what you expect can really happen. You are a woman of Solehah who inshaAllah is fit to be a woman of heaven. Lucky the deceased had a wife like you."

Isti's hands squeezed each other, while looking down.

"I'm sorry, I've asked a lot. And sorry, I have to go home."

Isti raised his head. He answered absolutely nothing more.

"Greetings to Bilal and Hafizh. And also for Fara and her husband."

"Walaikumsalam, I'll tell you about Ustadz."

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, saying his greetings and saying goodbye.

Isti who is still in the same position after answering his greetings has not dared to move, after hearing the sound of the car door being closed from the front of the mosque that he just ventured to turn his head. At her sight the car started to back off a little and then walked forward and away.

Isti lowered again....

"I don't understand why Ustadz Irsyad suddenly asked like that. But ever since I found out, if Ustadz Irsyad ever wanted to propose to me first I became trembling if nearby. Buty? I have to remember, I survived for years like this, for A'a's sake, for the sake of being able to reunite with A'a." A single tear just flows. She took a picture of her late husband and hugged him. "A'a know? It is not easy to be a young widow with three small children. But Nisa is strong, the proof is that Nisa can still survive until now, because she wants the same A'a again."

Isti tried to smile, strengthen his faith and heart so as not to waver then moved while putting his photo to its original place, after which walked out to close the door.

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On the other hand, Ustadz Irsyad carries the speed of his car at a moderate speed.

He was smiling too.

"I was touched by Isti's loyalty to her husband. MashaAllah, Bib. Lucky Antum." He still remembered the face of Isti who was young, indeed very beautiful. And in view of a little in the eyes, it seems like he is still not old, because there are no wrinkles at all in the area around his eyes.

Ustad Irsyad was privileged, hoping that everything could return to normal. And he will say this to Huda sir so as not to try to match him with Isti.

Lapse some time a chat message came in from mbak Adiba. Ustadz Irsyad pulled over for a moment, then opened the short message.

From: mbak Yu Dibah

Why, Syad Piye?

It has been thought yet, the Magelang boarding school needs a new manager.

Ustadz Irsyad massaged his forehead. Read it over and over, then reply to it.

For: Ms Yu Dibah

Walaikumsalam... Sek Yu, let Irsyad talk to the children first. Not gonna call again.

Ustad Irsyad sighed, he put back his phone and the car drove back.

Seriate...