Pledge of Love Rumi
extra part (part 5)

Opening time is just a few minutes away. Ustadz Irsyad also chose to roll out a carpet that is wide enough as their base to open.

Although there is a dining table in the house, there are only four seats. Five adults and four children were active.

Eating lesehan is the choice, Nuha and Debby began to be busy lowering their processed results earlier in the carpet that has been stretched perfectly, some plates, glasses, and so on, and the spoon and the two teapots were filled with different water, they were preparing. They sat down on the carpet, waiting for the Maghrib Adhan which had not been heard.

"Abi–" call Faqih carefully.

"Yes?"

"Sorry, may Faqih ask? Abi here, must be lonely?" Ask Faqih, who looked at the pity of the body that began to look thin.

"Not really... Here abi many friends. Yes, although sometimes miss also with the atmosphere of Jakarta. However, to be honest Abi was even calmer here." He smiles.

"But Abi's eating is assured right?" Ask Faqih again.

"inshaAllah– here Abi instead ate what was there. Any vegetable, it's like going back in time."

Faqih looked at his father-in-law, just right? Noah cried every time he called Abi Irsyad. Many times he begged to help her persuade Abi Irsyad to return to Jakarta.

"Don't you want to? living in Jakarta again? Same us. Later we will think, how to make this boarding school cottage take care of." said Faqih.

Nuha who was next to Faqih looked expectantly at Abinya to listen to her husband's words, then moved back to Jakarta.

Ustadz Irsyad chuckled. "No need– Abi's at home here. Godgend."

"But to be honest, we're worried that Abi is alone here. If there's anything how? While we're far away, Bi." Said Faqih later.

"A'a right, Bi. Our thoughts cannot be released to Abi. Living old age but alone. More so, Rumi, it feels like a sin."

ustadz Irsyad chuckled again.

"Bi?" Call Noah, make Ustadz Irsyad raise his head. "We love Abi, not because we don't want to visit here often. But how happy we are, if Abi wants, to Jakarta again and gather with us."

The man whose hair was almost completely bleached also sighed.

"Did Abi look poor in your eyes?" Ask her. "To deserve Abi to be pitied, like this?"

All those who were there were silent, when Abi Irsyad began to speak seriously.

"She, it's comfortable here when this heart finds something that Abi never felt in Jakarta. It is a tranquility of the soul that is truly delicious. You need to know, Abi's body is probably still in the world. But Abi's soul? Already in the afterlife. And that's very sweet in taste." Ustadz Irsyad smiled, staring at their teary eyes, especially Noah and Rumi.

Because indeed, during Magelang Ustadz Irsyad more do tirakat, he even often at certain times do a long remembrance until the day, without eating and drinking.

"Abi's fine, Abi's been nurturing. Wanna know who?"

They're still mute. Ustadz Irsyad raised his index finger upwards. "He is the best maintenance for all of us. Allah SWT– Wallahi...! Abi was never afraid, except for the Lord of all creatures."

The deg...! They're all getting quieter.

"So why persuade Abi, you are innocent if you only contact Abi via mobile phone. Abi remains happy and feels you guys remain attentive. Your remittance is not even a penny Abi used. Maybe it will be used for critical needs, or other more important things. Although Abi still wants to visit you, but Abi understands the busyness of Abi's children." Ustadz Irsyad heard faintly the sound of the Adhan, and he reached for a teapot of sweet tea to pour the water into the glasses of his children.

Faqih looked down, as Ustadz Irsyad poured him a drink. "Abi appreciates your concern, Faqih. Thanks."

Faqih raised his head. "I'm sorry Faqih, yes Bi."

"Sorry for what?" Ustadz Irsyad laughing.

"Faqih may not be polite talking like this."

"Ndak– Ndak... Abi happy." Ustadz Irsyad turned to Noah again, and he was wiping his wet eyes. "This son of Abi is lucky to have a husband like you, a wise and kind man."

Ustad Irsyad is switching to Debby. "One more son of Abi who was lucky, because he had a wife as good as Cece."

Debby smiled, flattered.

"Important one. You can live in harmony and can respect each other. Abi's happy, and calm, Wallahi." Said Ustadz Irsyad, "nah now it is open, we just do not need to worry about Abi. Wong Abi has a feeling here, really. Abi at home."

Everyone there smiled. Trying not to talk anymore. They also read iftar prayers and quench their thirst, some with tea first or maybe water.

That night, the dining atmosphere warmed up again before finally being closed with takbir and tahmid in their prayer room after holding a congregational Maghrib prayer.

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The gray sea is still a view of Rumi and Debby on the terrace of the house.

The sound of takbir echoed, plus the sound of loud eruptions of large firecrackers that were lit by children passing by on the road. Not only that, the sound of bamboo cannons was heard boisterously linking to each other.

Rumi grabbed Debby's hand, gently kissed the back of the hand that still had the scent of telon oil, because it had just swept the child's body with the oil.

In another corner, Abi Irsyad is still chatting with A' Faqih and Mbah kyai Sarowi as well as some other relatives who visited.

"Why me?"

"More daydreaming, and don't hang out with them?"

Rumi smiled faintly. "I'm not papa, just trying to make peace with the situation. We can't guess what the condition will be like? And tonight, I miss Umma, Dek."

"I can understand anyway, I can't even imagine what the emptiness of being the sister of Rumi and Nuha is like."

Rumi smiled, she clasped Debby's hand tighter. "stay by my side yes, don't leave me. Or if I need to go first."

"Ih... Rumi said that anyway? Don't want to, don't talk like that."

"taught right? Since we're all going back, I might not be able to be like Abi, so I'd better go first."

"Aaa– don't talk about that. So cry right?" Debby's eyes run down the river.

"Talking like this scares you?" Ask Rumi.

"Yes, use the question." Debby hit Rumi's shoulder spoiled, the man chuckled.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Darling me not?" Rumi increasingly grasped it with both hands, trying to divert her nerves.

"Honey lah–"

Rumi smiled. "Really?"

"Beneer sis. It's a pity." Spoiled whine.

"MashaAllah, then go into the room for a second, yuk."

"Well?"

"Nothing, just want to stay for a while." Whispers slowly.

Debby smiled, she answered nothing but to follow Rumi behind her towards their contest.

Not doing anything, just chatting while making out, until the wife fell asleep because of Rumi's chat like a fairy tale that made her want to fall asleep.

No. gabe... More precisely the young mother was very tired today.

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Days passed, the children and grandchildren of Ustadz Irsyad have returned one by one. Although Rumi was there longer, the house that had just been crowded with the noise of the children would turn silent when they returned to the city.

It is common for parents to feel after their children go home, and have to go back to work.

Namu was calm, it only took a few days to adapt in the silence. The rest of them will get used to it again, starting their own days in that house.

Ustad Irsyad walks alone to the kitchen area after dawn prayers. He also lit a fireplace to boil water there, while warming the body.

As if time was drawn back to the past, a woman crouched down next to him while closing her palms in front of the fire.

'warm... Cook water for Rahma's bath?'

The face was fixated on staring at the unreal shadow next to him. The girl berparas ayu smiled sweetly at him, then turned into a look of panicked face.

'That Rahma doesn't know how to sustain a fire in this furnace. So two rolls of dried coconut leaves I enter all, uh no yearya in the furnace behind there is a vegetable salted fish that is being cooked by mother... How is this mas, this charred to dry in the dish.'

The panicked face was again visible, making Ustadz Irsyad lean his head near the knee he was holding. Enjoy the unreal shadows that often come.

If the doctor says he has a little dementia, where some pieces of his past will be like a movie played. But it was not severe, and it was only he himself who knew and the doctor who examined him.

'gold we can burn corn here right? Rahma entered yes.' Rahma's shadow rubbed her face with the back of her hand to leave a charcoal black stain on her cheeks. Ustadz Irsyad again raised his hand, the anxiety of wanting to clean the charcoal stain made him realize when the silhouette of Rahma disappeared again.

He took a quick stand, massaging his nose.

"Astagfirullah... I understand iki's illness, but what's the real tenan'e?" He rubbed his wet eyes, then chose to continue his work and took a moment to reach the Qur'an in the middle room, then read it until the sun began to appear.

After a juz he read, Ustadz Irsyad again released his glasses daydreaming for a moment, whether the shadow of what appeared, although more dominant Rahma but not infrequently appeared also the shadows of his parents. and after all disappeared, he again sighed and then beristighfar.

Those are the days of Ustadz Irsyad, today. But he never wanted to dispute it. Sometimes he is grateful when the moment that appears is Rahma, but there are times when he cries himself because it actually makes him feel more longing. But how else, he must accept this as a journey in the remnants of his life, while waiting for Time to return. Just trying to stay eling, that is what he always embed in order to encourage himself when the disease dimension is relapsing.

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