Pledge of Love Rumi
the Ustadz Irsyad

The day came...

The day on which Ustadz Irsyad and several entourage arrived in Magelang. Among them was Noah with his three children, A' Faqih, Ustadz Rahmat with Umma Hasna, Huda, a nanny who helped care for the twins of Nuha, as well as Rumi certainly.

Ya– because the content of the wife has been getting closer to HPL, He so can not come even though very wanted to take his Abinya to the hometown, but want how else. It was the conditions that kept him from coming to Magelang.

Currently Debby is already in Bandung, because the plan he will carry out the labor process there.

The cool atmosphere makes Ustadz Irsyad breathe air with a long breath, then exhale it slowly.

"The satisfaction is still beautiful, Ustadz." Said Ustadz Rahmat, he and Huda sir had intended to take Ustadz Irsyad to Magelang, from far away. So they deliberately took the time off to go to this place, stay one night? Enough to get tired after a long trip.

"Yes, there are a lot of trees. There are not so many houses here either. Let's all get in."

Some of the santri helped carry the bag belonging to the son of Kyai muktar, after kissing Ustadz Irsyad's hand politely.

"Monggo– please come in." One person invited, there Mbah kyai Sarowi also welcomed him with a stick in hand.

"MashaAllah, Irshad." The sepuh eye of lek Sarowi sir exuded a sense of happiness and longing that had been waiting for a long time, moreover, Ustadz Irsyad had never returned to Magelang during Rahma's illness and died even today.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Lek. Kabare pie?"

"Walaikumsalam– Apik, le. Among nambah tue, nambah often ora kaca awa'e," replied Pak lek with Javanese language that really medok, while chuckling. *(Good, son... Just getting older, more often not feeling well.)

Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his skinny sleeves covered in a white-colored Koko shirt with his sarong.

Seeing his own lek sir Irsyad even remembered his late father, probably because of his appearance and facial lines are quite similar so that looking at him was like looking at Kyai Muktar.

Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his slightly wet eyes, as he walked in.

The santri who are asked to help also look paced. Some offer drinks, some serve food.

Because the lodge of the santri with the house of Irsyad's parents is very close, just need to walk alone has arrived, the mosque where worship is in front of the house.

So even if Ustadz Irsyad lived alone in that house, he would still not be lonely.

The voices of the students who were depositing their memories were heard. Make those who are there feel calm because of the recitation of the verses of Allah.

"I'm here, I guess." Said Mr. Huda, who then made them chuckle.

"Then here, sir, accompany me." Ustadz Irsyad.

"a month here seems like the speech of Mr. Huda will be like Ustadz Irsyad" replied Ustadz Rahmat.

"Well I'm curious, Betawi mix Sundanese like me if it becomes rich medok how?"

"Try sir speaking of my rich." Pinta Ustadz Irsyad's.

"Piye...? Piyeee...? I'm iso...?" Said Mr. Huda following the Ustadz Irsyad accent which even strangely sounded, and it suddenly made the people there laugh again.

They also returned to chatting lightly, along with the lek pack from Ustadz Irsyad, to enter the prayer time ashar. Where the voice of the Adhan has been heard loudly calling the santri and other worshipers to immediately undergo prayer.

At the mosque, for the first time after a long time Ustadz Irsyad also became an imam.

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The afternoon after Ashar, when the sky had started to turn a little yellow. Ustadz Irsyad walked alone, down the path in the middle of the fields that began to turn yellow.

His friends and children were resting in their rooms.

At this time Ustadz Irsyad was holding his hands back standing alone near the water channel, which is made specifically to drain the rice fields. His place washes his hoe first when Rahma first set foot in his hometown.

adek still feels right here? (Irsyad)

mm-mm. (Roman)

Although at that time Rahma replied with an expression like between at home, not at home. But he still behaved well, even willing to help his mother used to process vegetables in the furnace with firewood as his fireplace.

Ustadz Irsyad crouched down and rowed the water slowly using his hands.

Back to remember, when he used to squat washing hoes on the edge of the water flow where he rested at this time. Rahma also crouched down next to him, although answered curiously but she knew that the wife sometimes stole a look at him.

Ustadz Irsyad smiled to himself and then sighed long enough, standing back up.

wherever I go, you've got the Deck. Like, all those places we've been to together. So that there is no more, where I run from your shadows.

Ustadz Irsyad sat down while staring softly at the flow of water that was not as clear as before. And from that daydream, his mind wandered back. He recalled Isti's words conveyed by Mr. Huda, when Mr. Huda again conveyed the good intentions of Ustadz Irsyad.

## Flashback is on

"So, how? If Ustadz Irsyad really wants to ask you?"

At that time Isti raised his head, trying to stare at the seriousness of Ustadz Irsyad who was next to Mr. Huda, even Bilal and Hafiz were there. Also Kak Siti the wife of Mr. Huda who was sitting next to him.

"I don't know what to answer? To be honest, I have no doubt about Ustadz Irsyad's ability to become my priest. And if reminded when my children are small, I actually need a companion to continue my life. Will but? I'm afraid I'm going to hurt the man who became my husband. As of now, I am afraid of hurting Ustadz Irsyad, because I still love to cry when I miss the late husband is present."

Ustadz Irsyad smiled. He understood, he also detained Huda who was about to speak again.

"Thank you, I understand the essence of your answer." Said Ustadz Irsyad, which made Isti more down.

"I'm sorry, Ustadz." said softly, he clasped Siti's arm tightly. After all, he had time to perform Istikharah prayers to determine the answer of his heart. But there she even remembered her late husband, which is why she prefers to stay alone.

The wife of Mr. Huda felt Isti's hand tremble and very cold when touching his hand.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." Ustadz Irsyad chose to take a cup of tea in front of him, to ward off his nervousness. "I drink ya."

"Please Ustadz" replied those who were there.

## Flashback is off.

*even if I really married Isti, it would probably be the same. Not necessarily I can make her happy like her late husband, especially the heart that is still attached to each other's late partners. It's all gonna be hard.

maybe it's true, I'll never be a matchmaker from the start. She's just a woman who's been there for the first time, as a test of my heart. But Rahma, is a woman who truly lives in the heart of an imperfect man like me*.

Ustadz Irsyad murmured in his heart, trying to be grateful for his new life.