Pledge of Love Rumi
extra part (part 2)

Month after month back through.

Arrive in the last days of Ramadan this year.

Yes this is his first year after decades ago, enjoying the atmosphere of Ramadan in his hometown.

The difference was that he still had Adiba, his father and his brother. But now he is alone. Away from his children and grandchildren, especially now he is completely alone without a life companion, which is what makes him feel a slight scratching pain in the chest. Despite the desire to go to Jakarta to be spread with his children and grandchildren, but for one reason or another he chose to postpone visiting them after one Week after Eid.

In his footsteps, Ustadz recalled something again. When he was a child, carrying a burning torch, when it was dim began to appear with a reddish twilight spray. Expel the gray trail at the foot of the sky, chasing the sun that is increasingly sinking in the dark swallow of the night.

A small irsyad with a pair of simple flip-flops at his feet, half ran towards the mosque, carrying a prayer mat in order to get a leading saf.

Because the leading saf will be closer to the priest, and he will get that position later on.

No idea where the trust is, obviously? every time he remembered that, Ustadz Irsyad just chuckled amusedly with himself.

Because he used to fight over the place, when first with one of the other diligent santri. Which has now become a big kyai also in Wonogiri, even he also has a boarding house now.

Ustadz Irsyad continued to walk, having taught the book in his assembly after the Dhuha. This evening is the last fast, because later in the night inshaAllah takbir has echoed.

Some of the students who passed by him gave greetings, some politely asked to shake hands.

The cottage had begun to be quiet, because they had begun to go home. Only a few santri who are indeed close to the ponpes, waiting for the night of Lebaran alone, while berakbir together.

Yep... Before arriving the time of Dzuhur Ustadz Irsyad will usually go home first to his residence to rest for a while. And return to the mosque when the time of prayer Dzuhur arrived, after that the afternoon break until the time of Azhar, recite and recite and open in the mosque with the santri, the Ustadz, and then break, also the people who are there.

That was his daily activities during his stay in Magelang. If not in the month of Ramadan, will usually visit the fields of his father's relics first. Look and also intervene to take care of the rice and corn plants that belong to him now.

Back at Ustadz Irsyad who stopped his steps, when he saw a car he knew parked in front of the house.

"MashaAllah–" his smile broke, he was moved to walk with a little lifting his scabbard. I can't wait to see those who come.

Sure enough, Rumi and Alzah who were in his trunk came out of the simple house of the old man's ustadz Irsyad, with a joglo-shaped roof.

"Assalamualaikum, grandfather." Rumi shook her hand to welcome Abinya, who seemed excited to find their arrival at the house.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, barakallah... Alzah–" Ustadz Irsyad kissed Alzah's cheeks, and Rumi after. Then took over carrying his grandson, after which received the hand of Rumi who directly attached the back of his hand to his lips with reverence.

"Somebody?"

"Alhamdulillah, Le? What time is it?" The eye of Ustadz Irsyad exuded a sense of happiness due to the arrival of his son.

"Letting yesterday afternoon Bi."

"Oh my God, how did you arrive? Must be stuck, huh?"

"Lumayan, but more to a lot of rest anyway Bi," replied Rumi.

"Occupy... The important thing is to arrive, kasian grandfather's grandson soybean for sure?"

"Assalamualaikum, Abi–" Debby who had just come out after resting for a while in the room immediately approached Abi Irsyad, grabbed her hand and kissed her.

"Guardasam warahmatullah, Nduk... O Allah. Abi is moved you're coming." Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his son-in-law's head.

"Yes, we're going to hang out here with Abi." Debby replied excitedly.

Until another car horn is heard, it is entering the yard. Ustadz Irsyad's clear thread could not be contained anymore, when the cry of Ziya and two twins named Noah Fawwaz and Faiz Al Malik, from the car that just arrived.

"Yes kareem–" Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his two wet eyes, with happy-go-lucky lips. Her longing seemed to be treated at once when she saw Noah and his children and her husband coming..

"Grandfather–" cried the children who were impatient waiting for Abi they put his car so as not to block the road.

When it was right, Noah came out to open the middle door for his three children. The twins who had just smoothly walked directly ran, until one of them fell to the ground due to being hit by the other, it also caused the other to fall and cry together.

"Isn't it? Faiz Nangis hit A' Fawwaz, Not careful anyway– fell both." Nuha held Fawwaz while Faqih, who was just chuckling, carried Faiz.

Ustad Irsyad and those there laughed, as Noah grumbled at the two. Just like Rahma before, he also kissed one by one his grandchildren, with affection and feelings of longing.

"all of you are coming, why not tell me? Abi was unable to prepare any special dishes. O Allah–" Ustadz Irsyad hugged the body of Noah kissed his cheeks, then shook the hand of Faqih who then got a longing hug from him as well.

"Intentionally, we didn't tell Abi. It is to give a surprise. But because Rumi's brother went early, while A' Faqih had to deliver the last date order first so couldn't get there." Answer Noah.

Ustad Irsyad turned towards Rumi. "What time have you arrived, to?"

"There's been about three hours of Bi more or less."

"Will you go to the mosque?"

"To the mosque, but Rumi's in the rear saf and Abi doesn't squirm Rumi."

"Yes Allah–" Ustadz Irsyad chuckled, happy not to see them all coming. Especially when his grandchildren scramble to ask in a cradle, because he is still holding Alzah at this time. "Yuk enter first, later the grandpa carried one-on-one ya." Invite him, where the children followed his grandfather into the house.

Faqih shook Rumi's hand afterwards, as it was only after the drama calmed the crying child earlier, while Noah immediately held Debby's hand inside the house.

"You didn't crash, A'…?" Rumi asked while taking her to sit on the terrace chair.

"But anyway, in Cikampek, yes Allah– Maybe H-2 times huh? It's a little night after opening the road, finally so pretty stuck there, but fortunately not for long."

"Eatya I pursue after Dzuhur yesterday directly road. If not, you can get stuck. Even if I keep seeing you, this is all on the road."

"Alzah isn't fussy?" Ask A' Faqih.

"Lumayan, so many stops in the rest area. What about the twins?"

"The Activeness of MashaAllah– Si Neng who is careless. I was gonna take their nanny, but it's coming home, too."

"Can I imagine anyway, child three yes A'..."

"Yes so–" replied A' Faqih who then leaned his head on the back of the chair while stretching his tired body after driving for about a day last night.

Before long Faiz's crying voice sounded, The two of them turned their heads.

"The boy seemed a bit exhausted, not sleeping from dawn."

"wah yes it mah– Yuk enter A'... Let's take a break."

"Ya–" the two got up and walked together into the clean and cool house of Ustadz Irsyad.

Yep... He did live alone, but the diligent nature of Ustadz Irsyad never disappeared. The house remains clean and tidy, so it feels comfortable for anyone who visits there.