Pledge of Love Rumi
the initial test of a Nausea

ATTENTION!!! (Please understand👇)

sorry for everything, but once a non-Muslim read. I don't blaspheme non-Muslims like this.

I quoted a piece of the story from one of my acquaintances, and Debby's story was actually in her real life, although not all of it.

I'm just quoting from his journey when he changed beliefs, and how his family responded.

Hopefully, it does not become a debate to cause a hate speech. Not everything is like that, and in my opinion, the disappointment of a family when one of its family members changes beliefs is bound to happen, and it is normal. Either from the Muslims who moved to non-Muslims, or non-Muslims moved to Muslims. So please respond wisely yes, so that this novel can run well without any obstruction. Because I'm actually afraid to go on, but not papa... My intention is not to vilify one of them. This is only a romantic work of the struggle of a Ustadz child and a priest child who lived out a pledge without the blessing of a woman.... The point is hehehe.

🤗🤗 happy reading friends.

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On the other hand, Debby's car has almost entered the area where she lives. He pulled the car over and stopped on the shoulder of the road.

His heart suddenly worried, especially with this hijab. What should he let go of her first, as it seemed like he had to speak slowly to his family. If he looks like this. The one that exists, will make his mother in shock.

Debby sighed, a panic attack suddenly taking hold of her. So he tried to take a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

His fingers kept tapping the steering circle before him. "duh... How huh? Suddenly I'm the gini guts of my guts." Inner Deborah, she no longer felt as sad as when she just came out of the house of Shafa. He was even worried about himself.

"Aaaa.... How huh? Duh... How's this?" Debby bit the tip of her nail. "Telfon Aunt Maryam is just that." He grabbed the phone in his bag and found his dead phone.

"Well... Lowbat's? Duh... In times of need for this kind of power, even my phone?" Debby panics more, but she remembers that she's not alone. Debby was convinced of the help of her Lord, and she said bismillah.

'a Muslim should not show his or her letter in front of a non-Muslim. Does that happen to my family?' inwardly Deborah, she tried to remove her hijab, but she did not.

"No... I have to keep wearing my headgear. As the identity of a Muslim." Debby turned the engine back on. Saying bismillah again, then the gas pedal was back he stepped on after adjusting his tooth lever.

Yep... Deborah was absolutely sure. He'll show it all directly to his parents.

The more the car goes into the housing complex. Debby's heart continued to pound faster, between sure and unsure, but the foot was still stepping on the accelerator as if not want to switch on another step, to stop the speed of his car.

And when he got to the front of the house, the car stopped outside the fence. There he had seen brother Gallen and his mother outside.

But there seems to be others. Especially when Mr. Gallen walked quickly to his car.

He pecked for a moment at Debby's side glass. Her tears seemed to drip instantly, she could not believe her sister was hijabed now?

Gallen rubbed his eyes rough, then returned two steps closer. Braaaackd.... Braaaackd... Gallen's rough windshield on Debby's car.

"GET OUT QUICK!!" Screaming loudly, Debby's eyes closed for a moment and then opened again.

'Yes Allah... I took refuge from my family's rampage.' Debby, shudder touched a key to her car door.

"Hurry up...!!" Call Gallen again. Slowly the hand pressed him. He had not yet opened the car door. Gallen has already opened it forcibly.

Debby started sobbing, she almost fell down because her brother was carrying her so violently.

Then let go of it as rudely as well, until it fell down in front of his mother who was still standing there, and his father who had just come out.

"See her...? She's wearing Muslim clothes!!!" Hunus Gall.

Unable to defend himself, Debby can only look down while crying. Mrs Brigitta with her legs stiff, she approached her daughter and then beat the child on the shoulder with her strength that she still held, sobbing.

"Debby... What the hell are you doing? Huh!! What the hell are you doing? Why are you wearing this? Release, release... You shouldn't wear this!" Shouted mistress Brigitta.

"Don't mah... Don't miss Debby's hijab... Forgive mah... Please forgive Debby. It's Debby's choice." Debby hugged her mother's legs, which were still beating her with a weakening motion.

"Who incited you? Wh who? Let's say... How dare he tell you like this... He told my daughter to change faith? Huh!! WHO'S DEBBY, LET'S SAY...!!"

"No one forced me, Debby converted to Islam in Debby's own way." Sobbing, he still hugged tightly his mother's legs.

Gallen pulled the hand rough and forced it to remove Debby's hijab.

"Despite Deb...! Let's get this hijab off...!" Forced Gallen, he spoke in a hoarse tone as a result of crying too. Disappointed with his sister.

"Don't, brother, please. Don't...! I've changed faith, I've been shahada... I've become a Muslim." Debby kept that hijab. While Gallen's hands were squeezing, his eyes were wide open. He grew furious that the hand was about to slap Debby up high.

The girl reflexively closed her eyes, ready to receive a slap from the older brother.

"Stop..!"'s search...!" Sir Yohan. Which immediately made Gallen stop his intention. "really...! I'm so disappointed in you, Deborah." Just talking like that, with a vibrating voice he immediately turned the bow, walking by dragging his feet in. The chest seemed to be getting claustrophobic, visible from him who then stopped his steps in front of the door, with one hand supported on the frame of the door. While one hand is the other, squeezing the chest to the left.

"Father..." Debby is worried but her one hand has been raised to her ear, code Debby not to talk to her.

He sighed, with the lips he had on his own. Wept over the decision of her daughter. Then he walked back into his house.

"Sorry man..." Debby cried, while the father did not look back at her, "I'm sorry Debby papah... Please forgive Deborah Pah–, Papaaaah...!" Screeched Deborah in her sobs.

He also turned to his mother. He slapped both of his hands. He apologized to the mother who was still crying there.

"Mom, I'm sorry Debby mah. Please accept Debby's decision. Please mah."

"No...! I won't accept anyone from my children who's changed beliefs." Mrs Brigitta again grabbed the hijab by force, then tried her hardest to release it.

"Don't mama... Don't...."

"Let go... Take off this hijab. You're not muslim... You are not a muslim...! MY SON is not a Muslim!" The hijab was removed from Debby's head.

"Mahs.... Return mah, mamah don't confiscate the hijab Debby mah." Debby tries to get her hijab but is held back by Gallen. The girl's eyes were fixed on all the prayer equipment she had, already lying on the table. Which was quickly reached by his mother too, who rushed into his house. Instantly it made Debby shake... "Well, mah. Mukena Debby's going to do anything? give me back, don't confiscate. Don't mah..!, Mamah please forgive Debby mah. Please give me back mah. Mama...!"

It was as if his cries and cries were useless, as no one was defending him, and accepted his decision. He could not dwell either, and resigned when the brother again dragged him into the house, then locked his sister in the room.

"Remember in, read the Book as much as possible. So that your brain can think more clearly." Screeched Gallen from the outside. While Debby only sobbed, lowering her body until she crouched hugging her knees behind the door of her room.

Seriate...