Pledge of Love Rumi
abi's Choice

Two know passes...

Rahma's condition has begun to improve, he has started to be able to walk using walking aids in the form of sticks.

Under this twilight. Rahma sat on the Gazebo cots in front of her house, along with Rumi who was sitting next to her, feeding her the pieces of apples she had peeled.

"Already, brother... Umma full of loh." Rahma refused the fifth piece of Rumi's hand.

"One more, Umma."

"No, already. It's full really."

"Yes, yeah." Rumi put the plate in her hand to the right, then grabbed the tissue and gently rubbed her mother's lips.

Rahma chuckles. "It feels like a granny once."

"Not Umma. Umma I'm still pretty, still young."

"That's a lie, say Umma's still young."

"Serious Umma." Rumi replied with a sincere smile, because what she said was indeed true, Her age is still beautiful.

Rahma sighed. "When are you going to college again? Yes, you want to leave for years?" Rahma.

"Emmm, Rumi has no desire to connect Umma's lecture."

"Why? You have no pity on Abi who has financed you. Don't do it baby, Umma's fine."

"Rumi kasian with Abi, but? Rumi is more like Umma. after all, Rumi has graduated S1, still can be to find a job. What matters now is that Rumi's priority is Umma."

"Don't dong brother... You will have to pay for your wife and child. A wife likes a man who is fully responsible. Persistent also in work, you must be the spirit of higher education, for the welfare of your family later, Rumi."

Rumi chuckles. "Umma, same Abi nih. Just keep talking about it?"

"That goes on, what?"

"It's about marriage. Rumi doesn't want to get married yet."

"Don't that dong brother... If there is a girl who likes you how? I'll just wait for it." Ledek Rahma's.

"Likes? Umma what is this talking about. Unemployed man rich Rumi whom anyone likes anyway." Laughs.

"Hehehe..." Rahma also chuckled, so the two went into the house, after Rumi invited her mother to come in because the afternoon increasingly gave rise to her dim rays.

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The next night, Rumi sat down next to Abi Irsyad after finishing his zikr in the prayer room.

Because there is something I want to talk about he said. Rumi waited for that and listened to it carefully.

"Rumi, remember Abi's words about Shafa?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"When is Bi?"

"Little time three years ago."

"Emmm?" Rumi Thought hard, remembering.

"About Abi's offer to abuse Shafa."

"Oh..." He mumbled, he just remembered.

"How's it?"

"Emmm, Rumi has no intention of Bi."

"Why? Three years ago Abi gave me a chance to think."

"But Rumi had no thoughts of getting married, while Rumi had no job yet. How does Rumi Live the daily necessities for Rumi's wife and daughter?"

"Abi ask, how much do you feel depending on your Lord?"

"For sure without Bi's limits." Answer Rumi.

"If without boundaries, why doubt. Marriage is perfecting faith, the problem of sustenance is sure to follow. As long as you strive, not lazy? God won't let you, your wife and children starve."

"It should be like that, right? Before halal do not put your heart down, and put it after your Pledge is spoken."

"The problem isn't that."

"What lounge?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"Rumi's heart?" Speech cut. "Ah... Not bi."

"That's it. Tomorrow, we meet with Uncle Ulum's family, have a chat with you. If there's a match, then berta'aruflah."

"But bi, isn't that in a hurry?" Rumi was worried."

"The sooner the better Rumi." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Bi...? Allow Rumi to think again." Pinta him, hold his ashes.

"All right, one Sunday. Prayers last night decide." Abi Irsyad said afterwards, as it passed later.

Rumi sighed, 'duh, is it Shafa? He really could not be more than a brother to me.' Rumi's inner, but in honor of Abinya, he obeyed. For prayers of istikharah later tonight.

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One Week Later, Abi Irsyad again asked Rumi's decision. Actually Rumi has not got the answer but he decided, to trust everything to his Abinya. Until Abi Irsyad smiled, he immediately approached Ulum after Dzuhur in one of the mosques near where Ulum taught, to convey the news that his family will be in touch in the near future.

The people who welcomed it gladly accepted it.

Even he himself could not wait to preach this good news to his wife, as well as Shafa himself.

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In the evening...

Shafa has just performed the isya prayer service.

He closed the Qur'an which he had just read. When he heard the voice of the father, he was greeting after returning from the mosque.

The girl came out, because she was entrusted with the trust of her mother who was out with Qoni, some time ago.

"Well...?" Shafa approached, grabbed the hand of the father who was still dashing and then kissed the back of the hand.

"Where's mom?" Tanya Ulum, take off the coffee.

"Again out, look for possible snacks."

"From when?"

"Before that."

"Oh my God, why haven't you come home yet?"

"Maybe in a minute, yeah." Answer Shafa. Ulum also agreed, until a smile was singled out when he remembered the words of Ustadz Irsyad last afternoon when he met himself in the madrasah.

"Well, why smile?" Ask Shafa astonished.

"Hehe... Sit yuk. I want to talk."

"What?" Shafa smiled, as it seemed like good news. All were clearly drawn from the father's sparkling expression.

Shafa was sitting right next to Ulum, he rubbed the girl's head gently.

"Dad to ask. Did you? Are you ready to get married?" Ask Ulum.

"Eh..." The question succeeded in making Shafa surprised. "Me... Be married? Meaning, how?"

"Yes, the father asked. Are you ready to get married yet? Because there is a young man and his family, who will come to visit our home."

"Young man? Oh my God, who is it?" Shafa asked suddenly trembling, he actually did not expect to get married fast. Especially with a man she doesn't know.

Ulum smiled, he said.

"That's it Sunday tomorrow, just get ready yeah, there'll be something that hopefully makes you happy after knowing, who that guy is." Say Ulum later.

What his father said made him curious, but also pounding. So there was a sense of happiness that came from nowhere. He did not know who the young man was.

Seriate...