Pledge of Love Rumi
the decision made

After the car was on the road, Aida and Qoni asked permission to go to one of the nearest mini markets to buy something, while Ulum went into his house, leaving Rumi and Shafa still standing on the porch, he sat in the living room chair, watching the two men from behind the window.

"Sit Rumi." Said Shafa, Rumi also agreed.

The two then sat back on the terrace chair in front of the House owned by the family Ulum. limited to a small table in the middle between Shafa and himself, Keduanyan was silent, equally Canggu and confused, want to start their language.

Moreover, Shafa was curious, about what Rumi wanted to say to him, even he himself did not dare to open his voice other than to duck down and squeeze his own hands.

"Fa?" Calling Rumi, he finally opened his voice. Raised slowly Shafa's head, turned to look at Rumi timidly and turned his eyes back. "I'm sorry... I hear you admire me?"

Shafa was getting lower. The golden in his hand is getting stronger.

"I..that? I'm..." Shafa gurgaon.

"Since when?" Ask Rumi, gently.

It felt like she wanted to cry, when asked since when. He admired Rumi for a long time, even now he had grown up with more than that. So that his mind feels tormented.

"Since when, I don't know. Obviously, it was a long time ago. Sorry Rumi, I'm sorry to admire you." The clear thread just fell.

"You're not wrong.. admire someone? it's not a mistake. Because what speaks is the heart. Not your will."

Shafa, feeling relieved while getting that answer from Rumi. He hoped that Rumi would accept their ta'aruf. And his sin of admiring the Brotherhood that has not been halal can be redeemed by marriage. He wiped his tears quickly.

"But sorry... It was my heart, which felt doubt. To continue our ta'aruf."

The deg...! Shafa's eyes widened slightly, his heart instantly congested, hearing that from Rumi. 'he refused?' his inner.

"Ra..doubt?" Shafa murmured, he looked down again.

"I'm afraid of hurting you... Because?" Heavy Rumi wanted to continue his words, honestly he was very afraid if he hurt Shafa. While the girl who was next to him had already caught the intent of Rumi. He was smiling too.

"should? Shafa who helped you say this, to our parents? Especially with Irsyad. If we weren't supposed to get married?"

Rumi was a bit wide-eyed, Safa was able to catch his heart. He also just looked down. Then he breathed.

"It's okay Rumi..." Shafa said softly, "love cannot be forced."

"Shafa?" Rumi.

"I know, the woman you're expecting to be your wife isn't me?"

"Fa?" Rumi's voice weakened.

"I know, there's this Nausea girl you admire, right?"

Hearing that, Rumi immediately shed tears, how could Shafa know his heart. If he wants Deborah to be his wife.

"Sorry Fa, I'm sorry." He looked down, then rubbed his wet eyes.

"Here, between us, neither one wants to hurt each other. So did I, Rumi. I don't want to force you to be my priest. Even though I should have fought, fighting for a man I admired for a long time. However, among us there seems to be a woman who fights more than me. So then?" Shafa bowed his palms in front of his chest. "I will reject this ta'aruf. And you can meet the newspaper of your choice. Marry her, guide her, she deserves you more." Smiling with grace.

"Then you? I don't want to hurt you Shafa... I honestly have no intention of hurting you."

Those eyes that were already soaring were actually already unable to accommodate even more, he was eager to cry back then. But it seems he prefers to sing her smile to this man he admires. "I'm willing to let you go. Wallahi Rumi."

"Allahuacbar... Allahuahbar... I really can't say anything more Fa." Rumi muttered as she wiped her own tears while she was filthy, with her head lowered while shaking slowly. He looked back at Shafa.

Rumi replied, smiling. "I hope, there will be a kind Brotherhood. His faith is far above mine. To an angel as good as you."

Shafa chuckled, again. "Don't praise me, poor elf like me."

"Poor guy? The fa?" Rumi was not feeling well anymore.

"Haha... I was just kidding. Emm, you still have something to talk about?" Shafa diverted, as he could no longer bear to hold his cries anymore.

"No really. Guess everything is the same with you." Chuckles, rubbing his eyes.

"That's it." Shafa murmured, wistful.

"Emmm... Me, pamit huh?"

"Yes, careful. And may you be fooled by her."

Rumi nodded then bowed her palms first, "thank you very much, and sorry once again Shafa... You're a kind woman."

Shafa smiled wryly he already could not bear this situation and wanted Rumi to leave immediately. Rumi left the place, after sending greetings to Shafa for Ulum, Aida and Qoni.

As Rumi's car starts to walk away from the courtyard of Shafa's house. Her tears began to drip back down her cheeks, and it only grew louder.

"I'm sincere... Yes, it's okay Shafa." His lips were still on their backs, but his hands were squeezing the veil that covered his chest. "Astagfirullah... I'm strong, strong. Hicks..."

When Shafa was crying himself in front of the house, Fathul Qulum came out. He stood staring pushyly at the princess. Because he heard a little of Shafa's conversation earlier, he also understood Shafa's feelings at this time, but he could not also blame Rumi.

Because it is true, we can not force anyone's heart to dock.mistak-wrong, the marriage will be destroyed quickly.

Ulum approached Shafa, he touched the shoulder of his eldest daughter. Shafa also gasped. She wiped away her tears quickly, but was held back by the father who looked at her with pity.

"You'll get the bare minimum like him. I believe that."

"Hiks... Father." Both of Shafa's hands were coiled around his father's waist holding him as he pleased.

"Patience... Daddy's son is strong. You're the Solehah woman that I have, you'll definitely get the salih man as well." Ulum kissed the base of Shafa's head which was still as much as he had in his arms. Trying to strengthen Shafa, to be stronger again. "Is there a silver lining?"

"Mah?" Shafa asked hoarsely, not understanding.

"Yes, because I actually do not want to be played by you, I still want you to just love the father of a hehehe." Continue Ulum who made Shafa slightly chuckle and tighten his embrace.

"Shafa loves you with Dad."

"Sama dong that's it.... Emmm a walk yuk, we will both snack what is it? want to not date dad?" Ulum offers.

"If the two of you will not be envious? And if you ask me how?" Shafa asked with his hoarse voice.

Ulum placed his index finger on his own lips. "Secretly so, yuk. Let's grab the keys to the bike for a second."

"But Shafa wants to wash his face. It's crying." Chuckles.

"Yes there already. Cepetan yes, mumpung Qoni same mother has not come home."

"Hehehe... Yes father. I can't let this father comfort Shafa." The girl stroked the arms of the father who only chuckled then Equally entered their home towards their respective goals. After that the two went back out, with Ulum leading his bike out, while Shafa just closed the door of the house with a smile and a head shake.

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