Pledge of Love Rumi
think of a decision

It's done with his world affairs today. He is now resting in his favorite gazebo. Since after Isya earlier, still thinking about the demand mbak Adiba.

There is nothing wrong, it was also one of the list of plans in the future, he did not want to live in Jakarta to spend his old age but other stories if Rahma still exists.

Ustadz Irsyad turned his gaze to the ground where his feet rested, scraping the ground covered in Japanese grass with his footwear.

His mind wanders when remembering the current figure of Rahma just like a shadow, playing with the imagination space with different facial expressions although more inclined to the adorable pouting face. Her advanced lips always succeed in making her want to. Ustadz Irsyad chuckled to himself– imagining it had already made him tremble.

It's true that his desires have not been channeled for a long time, is not that a human thing. Because the man actually has a higher desire to make love than a woman. But having another wife? It was not an easy matter, he really had to choose and sort out the unwilling in a perfunctory way. Although actually he is old, but that does not mean age is a benchmark, as long as someone wants it does not matter, the important thing is to be able to accompany in old age. It was just a cliche thought, in fact it was morals that became the winner as our reason for choosing him as a life partner.

And the only candidate is Isti, who he thinks is fit to be Rahma's replacement as a life companion. But hearing the answer, is it really a rejection?

While he himself did not explicitly state his intention to propose the widow Solehah. His lack of courage to talk further about his feelings really illustrates the hallmarks of Ustadz Irsyad.

"Oh God, Deck.... What's it gonna be?" Ustadz Irsyad raised his head again, looking at the beautiful stars in the cloudless sky.

His anxiety seemed to present the figure of a woman who was smiling.

Iya– Rahma's face. Should he continue his istikharah? Ustad Irsyad breathed out slowly, not sure yet.

The fast time spinning makes him not even expect it will be this fast to be alone. Though it seems like just yesterday, but did not expect it was past decades of living in the ark of extraordinary love.

Back the ringing sound of the phone made Ustadz Irsyad receive it.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

📞 "Walaikumsalam warahmatullah. Piye Deck. Samang hasn't spoken to Rumi and Nuha yet?"

"i'm so confused mbak, pie le talking Ki. I have a lot of work too."

📞 "Gini loh Syad, mas Gani is not young anymore. Mbak Yu, you are also unable to if you have to go back and forth Solo-Magelang. While boarding school students are increasingly. So yes Mau don't want, the cottage must be no one who takes care of other than Lek Sarowi, kasian has also been getting older. If you frankly it's hard Dek."

"sesok yo Mbak. Don't give me an answer, maybe Irsyad has to retire as a teacher."

📞 "sepurone Yo Dek, mbak yu mu is actually Yo kasian with Nuha and Rumi. Kasian is also the same you become alone in the house of Mr. lan si mbok. If not far away, mbak will definitely not tell you to go home to take care of the cottage."

"Ndak nothing Ma'am. Wis in my responsibility inshaAllah, as soon as Irsyad give a definite answer."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ustad Irsyad lowered his phone and looked at the still-lit screen, seen Rahma's veiled photo still plastered on the main screen. Ustadz Irsyad smiled.

"Kangen, but you can only see your photos." Gently swiping the locked screen and bringing it into the house. Because the wind increasingly makes his body shiver despite wearing a knit sweater in gray. I don't know the age factor that is not young anymore might make it easy to feel cold, so more often he uses a jacket, suit or sweater.

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Seconds clanking– back on middle-aged, slim-bodied woman with her pure white skin. Middle rolling the seeds of tasbih in his hand, long zikr in the time of Dhuha.

The woman was never absent to perform the worship of her sunna. Four rekaat Dhuha, tahajud, fasting Monday and Thursday even always mengatamkan Quran every week.

For him there was no other work after all his home affairs were done. So spending time reading the Qur'an is his choice to drive away boredom. Instead of having to go out and talk about other people, everything will make him lose money. So he prefers to worship and worship because good practice is when we are alone but focus on doing good deeds as much as possible.

His memorization was already perfect thirty juz from the age of him who stepped twenty-five know first.

Just trying to adapt every verse. He really wanted to follow in the footsteps of friends, such as Umar bin Khattab who was able to adapt thirty juz within twelve years. But he is not Umar, following what is in the Qur'an is not easy, as an ordinary man. But following a little does not matter, is not Allah SWT preferred, a little practice but Istiqomah. That's what it's implementing.

In his solitude, Isti put back his prayer beads. After I finished my remembrance. At the watch showed ten o'clock, it was long enough even nearly two hours he was thinking.

Today, Fara and her newly married husband a few weeks ago are coming. He had to prepare a lunch to welcome his two children. Fold the face he was wearing, then walk to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator takes the ingredients of cooking that you want to process.

But just as Isti was about to wash it, the sound of the car was already heard outside. Yep... It looks like it's Fara and Aiman. Lips that were still a little ripe was smiling thinly, cleaning his hands then using a veil hanging on the dining table chair, rushed over.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi."

"Moskalamic. MashaAllah, Ummi's darling." Isti hugged Fara's tiny body tightly, the girl returned the hug tightly and let go. Grabbing the mother's hand then, then placing the hand with reverence on her forehead long enough, enjoying the warm atmosphere created by longing.

After alternating with Aiman, he did the same thing to put a moment bag filled with clothes both of them because there was an intention to stay one night in the house. Isti also allows both to enter the house which is more than a simple word because it has undergone several renovations by Bilal and Fara before.