Pledge of Love Rumi
the convert

A few days later...

Rumi looked at herself, who was standing in front of the mirror. He had just returned home after dawn prayers, and had been thinking for a long time in the mosque not far from where he lived. The Muslim clothes she still wears. He tried to absorb the taste that had not known what it meant.

Slowly the hand was raised. Touching chest.

"Shafa?" Rumi tried to mention the name verbally.

He shook slowly, because it did not make him tremble at all. How could she live a household with a woman that didn't make her tremble at all. It might even be awkward if he was in the same room, because? All he knew was that Safa was a brother.

Rumi sighed, then let go of the pecans, she walked slowly with the peci still hanging in the hand, also swinging along with her hand which was also swayed when stepping.

Already more than this week, Rumi daydreamed a lot. Because thinking about all this, about him who will be betrothed to Safa.

He sat down at the end of the bed and looked at his phone. Put the peci on the table after grabbing the phone, then.

At that time Rumi just pressed the side button, until the phone screen turned on. Staring at it with a mind that wanders somewhere.

It was already past two years, he was like a person who had lost something.

But he didn't, either, because it wasn't good. Rumi sighed, then put down her phone again.

"How is he doing? She's okay, right?" Rumi Mumbled.

The thought was constantly present, because the girl who used to disturb him all this time, was now like in the swallow of the earth.

Just disappeared, with no news.

Rumi sighed. "Whatever your current condition may be, may you really be Istiqomah with your wishes." Said praying. He got out of the bed and walked into the toilet in his room.

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While on the other hand, with the time that has been running increasingly noon, precisely at ten in the morning.

In a mosque, the Islamic center. A 21-year-old woman accompanied by a 29-year-old woman was sitting in front of a kyai and several witnesses because she wanted to recite two sentences of shahadah, as a form of his steadiness to convert to Islam.

That sweet lips incessantly spread a smile on her, even her hands felt cold at this moment. So nervous she was, even squeezing her own aunt's hand, after chuckling together without a sound.

"Cici Deborah Aruan?" Call the kyai. Debby answered the call by looking at Mr. Kyai in front of her. "It's called Cici or mbak huh? Or because of Bandung?" Chuckles.

"Just whatever, Mr. Kyai wants to call which one. mbak can also."

"Well Ma'am yes, let it be good hehe. previously here I want to ask, already understand? What are the two sentences of this shahada?" Ask the kyai.

Debby nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kyai, it is proof of a Muslim's belief that there is no god but Allah."

"Subhanallah... Then I want to ask again, What is the purpose of mbak, to convert to Islam for? And did anyone force Debby?"

"My goal is because I really want to perfect the first pillar of Islam. Because all this time, there was an interest in me to learn to study this religion, I also tried to do what God commanded for a period of three years. And today I have established my heart, if I want to be a convert, without the coercion of anyone." Answer Deborah smoothly.

"Allahu Akbar! Allah Akbar!" Excite the people who were there.

Debby looked down, smiling.

"Berati later is ready yes, undergoing every obligation that must be carried out. as a Muslimah? About the obligation of women to close the aurat, about obedience in terms of worship such as five-time prayers, fasting in the month of Ramadan, zakat and other mandatory worship?"

"inshaAllah Ready, mr. Kyai."

"It's really steady huh?"

"Yes, sir." Debby sighed feeling more and more nervous.

"Well, now ask for help mbak, that's the hijab in the right way huh." Pinta kyai it to aunt Maryam, because Debby's hijab still hangs on her shoulder. Maryam smiled, she moved and put the hijab on Debby, the girl sparkled while looking at her aunt's face, Pleased.

"Well, so another now. Then continue to wear the hijab like that." He said as he chuckled, Debby nodded quickly. "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Do you follow me, Debora?"

"Yes, mr. kyai."

"Ashadu an,"

"Asyhadu an" Debby followed.

"laa ilaaha illallaahu,"

"laa ilaaha illallaahu,"

"wa ashyaduanna"

"Wa asyhadhenna,"

"muhammadar rasulullah."

"Muhammadar rasulullah." The girl continued to follow very smoothly, which was connected with the translation of the two sentences of the shahada.

"MashaAllah.. barakallah!" Exciting all who were there, after that they were in peace to welcome the birth of a convert who had just converted to Islam, while Debby and Aunt Maryam immediately embraced each other, crying full of both.

It feels relieved, happy. All together into one. When the heart is completely moved to a new belief, and he believes, with the next life will be much better.

Although for now, he is still not ready to inform his Islam to the big family, also the worry that still exists about his fate later in the family's view. And whatever happens, he's relieved and will try not to turn later.

Now then, the most important thing is, he has really converted to Islam, and that is his promise in the heart to himself, and to God the ruler of the universe.

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A few days later, in front of Mary's house. Debby hugged her aunt, with the hijab she still wore covering her hair.

Next to her is her own car, which she recently got from her father as a graduation present, and at Deborah's reception in a fairly bona fide office.

This afternoon, Debby will return to Bandung.

"Thank you very much, Aunt. Debby grin." Chuckled with a puddle of tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Beloved together. But, you sure? Want to tell Papah and your mama, now? Using this hijab?"

"sure, but still afraid." Chuckles.

"Wait for aunty yes, Auntie will accompany you."

"No aunt. I'm afraid Papah will scold Aunt. I'm ready, including meeting with my sister." Calling his brother in a soft tone, because Gallen is a hard brother too, even more than the harshness of the father.

"Rightly Sure...? In the past, Aunty alone took a long time to prepare the heart, in order to tell the news of his conversion Aunt. That's it when Aunt wants to marry ustadz Akhri."

"Tante, make me lose my guts." Chuckles again, as does Aunt Maryam.

"Fix your heart first, just returned to Bandung."

"Hmmm... I'm going to the house first, I'm going to ask for advice. It hasn't been a long time to see him either."

"Who? A male?" Ledek aunt Maryam.

"Haha... No aunt, she's a girl. All I want is news, if I've changed faith."

Smilingly. "Yes... So be careful." Aunt Maryam hugged Deborah's body again.

And then waving after letting go of his embrace, letting the boy walk towards his car, away from aunt Maryam's house.