Pledge of Love Rumi
the weight of life

The limb area...

A father and son, eating Shafa's favorite taichan satay dish, Ulum deliberately ordered about fifty skewers for them to eat together.

Somewhat excessive actually according to Shafa, especially satay in this store is quite expensive, because it is famous for its delicious spices, as well as large cuts of meat. Very happy to eat it.

Shafa was worried that the food would not run out. But that was the way Ulum who was trying to make his daughter happy, and the wound in his heart was treated.

"Eating the satenya." Ulum offered because Shafa was still daydreaming to observe the father who was eating, with his perfect attitude. Shafa smiled wryly.

"She's not hungry, Dad." The answer.

"Loh, this is a lot of loh. You like this satay, right?"

"Yes... But, Shafa is having no taste." Answer irent.

Ulum also grabbed a skewer, then thrust it at his son. "When was it, the last time you were in dad's bribe?" Tanya Ulum with satay still directed to Shafa. The girl smiled thinly again, she opened her mouth biting the satay and then pulled the piece of chicken. "Now a kangen, you who used to ask for bribes dad. Ye know? Just to be jealous, because you want the same father continue."

"Hehehe... Dad, it could be." Shafa and Ulum chuckled.

They also connect their food with the occasional joking Senda. Without bringing up the failed ta'aruf problem earlier.

Until the arrival of a group of young people aged twenty-five and over more or less. One of them holds a tripod and camera as well, as well as a cool appearance anyway, like a celebrity, but kaya is not an artist, Shafa thought.

They sat right behind Shafa, telling him stories.

"Woy... Arifin's hard to call anyway?" Ask the A, with a cellular phone attached to the ear.

"Obviously, he's the most crowded again from the fans, in the mosque." Answer B. relax.

"Qc...! Don't you ever sleep again?" Si A chimed in, with a slight sigh.

"It can be." Answer C then.

"Kc... The intention of filming was not the boy? Wonderful, it's already a selebgram." Si A was starting to rile, it seemed like he was the oldest among those there.

Shafa who overheard also remembered the man who was sleeping in the mosque earlier. But he didn't care, he didn't know either. And choose to continue eating quietly.

***

in Bandung...

Time is getting darker. The girl awoke from her sleep, because the sound of the key being opened she heard.

While he immediately went to sit staring at the sky that began to dim outside, while his room was still dark.

The door opened, the mother entered with a plate of rice and side dishes in her right hand, while her left hand lit the room lamp.

"Mommy?" Debby was happy, and hoped her mother would accept it.

"Eat." He put the plate in Debby's lap. "You like this beef jerky, don't you?" Mrs Brigitta said.

"Your friend" let out a very soft voice. "Debby's not eating, the food's non-halal. Sorry, ma'am," Debby returned to tears, as she watched her mother stare sadly.

"Deb's? Mamah, cook it according to your taste. It's tasty... Not too spicy. Let's taste it. Mommy's a bribe, the important thing is Debby's eating."

Debby grabbed the trembling hand, she then wiped the tears of her mother who returned sobbing. "Sorry, Debby can't eat this."

"It's delicious, it's delicious baby... You like your cooking, right?"

"Hiks... Debby loves mama's cooking, loves mah. But Debby can't eat this meat, please understand. Please..." Debby tried to refuse, her mother's hand that kept thrusting a spoonful of rice using her hand.

Trying to keep trying, until the middle-aged woman began to get tired, she dropped the spoon on the plate while crying. At the same time Debby was the same, she could not bear to see her mother wailing. Both were in that room.

"What's my fault, oh... The god? Am I not educating my daughter? Until he betrays?" With a voice that is already too heavy. Debby strengthened her embrace.

Debby shook her head softly, smelling the wet face from the tears that flooded her cheeks, which were still white and smooth. "this is not a mama's fault, this is Debby's life choice... Debby still respects mom and dad, Debby still loves you. Really mah... Mommy don't be like this, Debby's just as mama."

"I would rather die than my daughter convert. I'd rather die, God... Take my life, Lord." Mrs Brigitta was getting out of control, with her crying.

"Geo mama, don't say it like that. Mom forgive Debby mah. Please forgive Debby, accept Debby's decision. Hix... Mommy."

"You're Debby, how you are." The mother's voice is weakening. He was almost unconscious because of his insecurities. "I must be dreaming, this must be a dream," mistress Brigitta still muttered indistinctly. In Debby's arms with her eyes closed and sobs.

Like crying for a child who has left this world. That's the picture of Deborah's mother's grief.

Then Gallen entered the room. He tried to help his mother, woke up the limp body and carried her out of Debby's room.

The girl was getting more and more clumsy to him, with both hands covering her mouth, while her back shook violently, crying as it was.

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Days change...

the decision was not wrong, but the impact was huge. Even now the father was suddenly sick to lock himself in his room, for three days. He did not even want to eat and drink, just spending time to sleep alone with his eyes closed.

When Debby met him, his father did not answer. In addition to turning his back on him, with tears that continue to pour.

Not to mention the blasphemy words that pierced from his brother who continued to curse and curse him. As when he continued to wear the hijab in the house, scorn after sneer began to feel from relatives who visited. And he began to feel alienated.

Where his father and mother no longer invited him to speak, the same was the case with Gallen. There was Debby, but they assumed there was only her son, Gallen.

Seriate...