Pledge of Love Rumi
the Sincerity of Abi Irsyad

Meanwhile, in the room.

Ustadz Irsyad is playing with his granddaughter, who is five months old.

Where Ziya could start chatting, with occasional laughs. The boy was able to sit down, although not too long ago.

With a carefree laugh, Ustadz Irsyad continued to throw words that Ziya thought were funny, to make Ziya laugh crisply.with the voice and expression made by his grandfather, not even that, with that, Rahma laughed too, for him.

Ustadz Irsyad. "So remember little Nuha huh, Umma."

"Yes Bi, but his face is more to Faqih."

"A girl looks a lot like her father. Rich Noah looks like his ashes." Chuckles.

Umma Rahma also immediately advanced her lower lip, refuting.

"Not believe it?"

"No, many say tuh, similar Umma..."

"They didn't pay close attention, so they said they looked like Umma."

"hehehe is up to Abi, if it's Rumi?" Ask Rahma then.

"Rumi too, like Abinya," replied Ustadz Irsyad.

"everything looks like Abi?" Rahma murmured, while shaking her head.

Ustadz Irsyad also chuckled, and from his laughter it made Ziya also laugh crisply again. His gaze was still on the grandfather, with one finger in Ziya's hand.

As well as obscure rants, typical of a baby.

"Ziya laughs only, grandpa's face is funny huh?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad, who immediately kissed Ziya many times. Rahma also chuckled.

"The Doraemon's power." Mumbled wailing.

"What's? Umma said what?"

"No Bi. it's on tv, Doraemon," replied the original Rahma, but she still couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Times?"

"Seriously." Chuckled, turning his face away because Ustadz Irsyad was about to kiss him

"Not kiss a thousand times later."

"Abi ih..."

"What's? Hehehe...."

Rahma also shook her head, now it feels like joking with the husband is not as happy as before, maybe because of his condition, making her feel that it is no longer appropriate to receive sweet treatment from her husband.

Both were silent, making Rahma raise her hand slowly, putting it on the back of the husband's palm.

"Bi–"

"Yes?" Look, with a smile still.

"Don't you remember the words of Umma, who, at night, last year?"

Ustadz Irsyad thought for a moment. "Which one?"

"Which is when Rahma asks... If Rahma had gone first, would Abi have remarried?"

Ustadz Irsyad fell silent, he immediately turned to his granddaughter again, after which he was in solace. Rahma also understood that her husband did not like to talk about it the most.

"Bi...?"

"Umma, looks like dinner's ready. Let's eat yuk." Cut off the husband.

"Mas hasn't answered Rahma's question." Rahma stared softly.

"Such questions need not be answered. You know, I don't want to precede destiny."

"Just the same, mas."

"There is no such word, or if. Don't talk about the no." Irsyad moved, he then carried Ziya. "Follow out first, love Ziya to Nuha. end it Umma ya." Irsyad kissed the base of Rahma's head and went down from their bed.

There Rahma sighed, looking at the body of Ustadz Irsyad who was coming out of their room.

Which has now moved downstairs, since Rahma was sick.

A few moments' lapse. Ustadz Irsyad entered again, he walked closer to the wheelchair in the corner of the room. Then he pushed her closer to Rahma.

"Yuk, it's Carp." Irsyad grabbed Rahma's arm, draped it on her shoulder. Then one hand was about to touch Rahma's leg.

"No need to be in the car. Rahma can move herself into a wheelchair."

"But I want to carry you."

"Slow down, deck." Tell the husband.

"Yes..." With the help of Ustadz Irsyad who fulfilled him, Rahma had moved to sit in her wheelchair.

"Alhamdulillah..." Rahma Mumbled. Irsyad raised Rahma's legs, confirming her position, one by one.

"Mass? That woman, what was her name? Who met at the park, same boy." Ask Rahma. Ustadz Irsyad raised his head.

"Issti?" Reply him. Hearing the name mentioned by Ustadz Irsyad, Rahma forced a smile.

"Is she still a widow?" ask Rahma.

"Either... Maybe so" answered Irsyad.

"Emmm it? You are still healthy, you still have to live life with a healthy companion, right? Who can still fulfill our desires, and serve them fully."

"How do you mean?" Ustadz Irsyad frowned.

"Rahma means. Now that there's been more than a year, I don't serve you in bed. So then?" Rahma was silent for a moment she could not continue with her words. But soon he shook his head and sighed, and then smiled. "Mas married again, with a healthy woman. With Isti maybe. Let your desires be fulfilled."

Ustadz Irsyad who heard that, just looking deeply into the eyes of his wife, he did not answer at all Rahma's words.

"Cock quiet?"

"Have you spoken?"

"Mass?" Whiney.

"If we're out."

"Mas Irshad's... Rahma is not selfish. After all, we are both old. Is it not, if a woman is sick and can no longer meet the needs of her husband, and serve her husband as well as possible, the husband has the right to marry again? And Rahma is okay, if you want polygamy with a healthier one."

Irsyad sighed. "Eleff." Declared.

"Why? Rahma had said it wrong."

"Istighfar, I said!" Irsyad.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Murmured Rahma Later.

"Again..." Declared.

"Astagfirullah al'azim."

"One more time." Tell the husband, then.

"Astagfirullah al'azim." The clear thread came out, along with that Ustadz Irsyad immediately hugged Rahma's slightly fat body.

"I love you, right up to this moment and beyond. When you are healthy or sick. So never feel inferior about your condition. Mas, never had a mind, to double up. What a Rahma."

"Hiks..." Rahma started sobbing.

"Mas, never mind if you don't serve me well. Now, make a mas? such lust is not so turbulent as when I was young. So you don't have to worry about it."

"But Rahma felt useless mas."

"You're useful to the mas, you mean the deck, it means a lot. Like whatever your condition. Love will not change."

"Isti's still perfect, Bi. Umma wouldn't be selfish."

"Ummas... Abi wanted to ask, Umma still loves and respects Abi right?"

"Yes... Still." Isak Rahma in the arms of Ustadz Irsyad.

"If darling? please don't judge yourself by thinking no. And live with the spirit of Umma, let's give thanks for this life."

"It's natural... I don't feel excited about living anymore?"

"Brare... That's natural. But that doesn't mean you have to give up. They always say, right? Never give up in all the hardships you receive, for in fact you receive only a little hardship and more Enjoyment. Remember Allah SWT, Umma, who will never leave you. And those who love you sincerely."

"Hiks."

"Believe baby, believe ya. You will soon be healed. It must be darling."

"But the doctor said, even though it's healed? Rahma won't be able to return to normal."

Ustadz Irsyad tightened his embrace. "Could... Surely can. Doctors are predicting. The rest? Only God knows what your future will be like?"

"If Rahma had gone?" He asked, Ustadz Irsyad then released his embrace, then kissed Rahma's lips.

"What button? Is it alone?" ask Irsyad gently.

"Hiks..id not miss Irsyad." Rahma shakes. Irsyad embraced it tightly again.

"Passionate... For me. For our children and grandchildren. Yeah." yeah."

"Yes, um." Rahma's heart was a little relieved at this moment. While Keduanyan hugged each other, Rumi who had just returned was stopped to enter. She stood next to the door feeling both worried and sad to see her mother like that. Rumi wiped her tears, then decided to leave from there, and meet her mother later.