Pledge of Love Rumi
thinking that disturbs

Isti and Fara were busy processing vegetables in the kitchen.

There was the sound of the conversation between the two. The thing he could feel again after these two weeks became quiet.

"Ummi, loneliness sure. Must live alone in the house."

"There are still Bilal and Hafiz" replied Isti with his hands still busy chopping up one of the tempe boards. Fara is very fond of vegetable tempe in diced without fried first, cooked with large green chili with a dominant spicy and sweet taste of brown sugar and soy sauce.

"A' Bilal and Hafiz rarely go home, Mi. Ummi is alone."

"Yes not papa. Ummi no problem." The tempeh is finished in its entirety. Just stay the chili alone, Isti took a moment he checked the clear vegetable spinach made. Maybe it is ripe, because the leaves of spinach do not need long in the boil. Isti turned off the stove and lifted a glass pot containing spinach, which he then moved to the table. The sip of Fara who immediately put the cloth underneath before the pot landed on the table made Isti smile.

"Ummi, why not try to accept someone else again. It doesn't matter, just as a friend. If there was Fara, there was no worry. But now? Who takes care of Ummi that night?"

"There's Wa Huda, there's Wa Siti" he replied, chuckling.

"Yes know, but his house is quite far away from here five people's houses. If there's anything?"

"Pray well. It's pretty densely populated here. So no need to worry."

Fara was silent, Umminya's defense to stay aloof was very strong, indeed, though he knew there were many men of Soleh whether it was kyai or even habib also many who wanted to propose it but was subtly rejected by Umminya. He felt guilty after marriage.

"Ummi– forgive Fara yes, for having to get married so soon." Fara lowered her head, like she had no strength to look at her mother, which she was now glassy. Because ever since he left the house, and lived with Aiman, he never once did not cry every night.

Understandably, he is most rarely far from the Uminya.

"Don't talk like that. Ummi is fine. Ummi said, Ummi will get used to it. Just pray your A'a has a wife soon, so you can stay here with Ummi." Isti tried to chuckle, although he could not hold his clear circle.

Fara smiled, she rubbed her soft mother's cheek with her thumb and tried to divert the conversation so as not to touch the blue atmosphere.

***

On campus...

Ustadz Irsyad is back in talks with Mr. Huda. His intention was to stop teaching.

"According to Huda how?"

"I am, it's up to Ustadz. But if Ustadz Irsyad moves, it feels like this heart is really sad huh?"

Ustad Irsyad chuckles. "Sad how?"

"Yes... So it's further away. We'll have a hard time talking about religion."

"And we can still talk on our cell phones."

"nor, Ustadz. Stay more comfortable if you meet in person, the three of us who always take the time to purojaah will feel different. Because after this it will only be me and Ustadz Rahmat only. But how else, even if Ustadz Irsyad moved it is still good, inshaAllah there is good after this."

Ustadz Irsyad fell silent while commenting on a smile. It's actually a bit heavy too.

"Then what about the results of his istikharah?" Ask Mr. Huda, to Ustadz Irsyad who is now turning back.

"Indeed Ustadz has spoken?"

"Yes, yesterday."

"Gee... Talk how? Did Ustadz express Antum's good intentions?"

"Not really, just asking why he's still alone."

"Oh... I guess antum immediately proposed."

"I'm not that brave. So I just asked that."

"Wantas? What is Isti's answer, must be a matter that wants to remain united with her late husband?"

There is no answer from Ustadz Irsyad other than to smile. Pesanda.

"Why not try to ask again, do I need to speak?"

"No... No need, Huda, I just believe. If you are a soul mate, you will be united. Anyway I appreciate Isti's answer."

"MashaAllah, that's it... May the best be the decisive at the end."

"Yes." Yeah." Ustadz Irsyad smiled.

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A few hours later, when He was still in his mihrab. Solving remembrance in the mosque.

His lips murmured with a hundred hasbiallah readings, but his mind wandered.

Thinking between trying to get ahead to propose to Isti, or staying aloof as a widower for the rest of his life. Such thoughts continue to disturb his head. Since getting the answer, instead of calm it actually causes curiosity in the minds of Ustadz Irsyad.

Especially when remembering Isti's shady gaze when he heard he wanted to speak. Like something he was thinking.

Yep... Miraculously indeed, the influence of a pair of eyes that he had not been staring at accidentally almost made him feel at home highlighting without blinking. Even still bothering him to this day, it is not clear whether this is intuition or a work of the heart that torments him a little.

Two eyeballs that still look beautiful as if continuing to stalk and even trying to tear the faith of Ustadz Irsyad.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, O Allah..." A fairly loud voice made the handful of pilgrims who were still sitting behind a little surprised.

"Ustadz, what's wrong?" Ask one of them. Ustadz Irsyad also looked.

"There's nothing." Get out of that place. "I'm sorry to go home first, gentlemen. Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabbarokatuh." they answered in unison.

In front of the mosque courtyard, Ustadz Irsyad looked up at the sky again.

Breathing sounds slow, yes... He was sure to have a serious conversation tonight with his two children, so that Noah was visiting today.