Pledge of Love Rumi
guilt

Tonight, Ustadz Irsyad is wearing his jacket. He was about to visit the Ulum family, because the guilt was still on his chest.

He decided to take direct turns, even though he himself apologized many times. But that didn't make him so relieved.

Rahma walked, approaching Ustadz Irsyad. "Mas. Rahma's coming, right?" He said, with a sad look. Because Rahma was the same, felt bad for Ulum's family.

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, he kissed Rahma soft forehead. The feeling of gratitude because his wife had started to improve made him love Rahma even more. And afraid that his wife will get sick again.

"No, Rahma. You have to rest a lot... It can be alone."

"But Rahma wanted to apologize to Aida directly, it has been a few days. Rahma's phone wasn't answered, she didn't even read Rahma's message." Down sad.

"Maybe he's busy, deck." Irsyad tries to comfort, so that Rahma does not think bad.

"But I know Aida, as busy as she is? Even if Rahma's phone call goes unanswered, she must call back. Aida must be mad at us."

"Don't su'udzon. The proof is Ulum still wants to be nice, right? They're not a vengeful family, honey. I'm sure."

"Yes... But I'm still coming, I'm going with the mas."

"Sir, the night wind is not good for you. You relapse easily if you feel cold, right? You don't want to get sick anymore. So nurut huh? Not long ago." Ustadz Irsyad kissed Rahma's cheeks gently. "Here, the road first. You're at Rumi's house." Ustadz Irsyad thrust his hand, which was immediately reached by Rahma, kissing the back of the hand.

"Assalamualaik." Ustadz Irsyad rubbed Rahma's head. Replied by Rahma's murmur, the mother of two children also walked slowly to the bed, to lay down herself. Shortly after Ustadz Irsyad came out of their room.

"I'm tired of sleeping. When can I be completely healthy, without the help of his cane and wheelchair. The stairs are not strong." Rahma complained a little, while massaging her legs slowly.

Until shortly, the door of the room opened and entered Rumi with a sad look clearly drawn on her face.

"Ummas... Sorry, Umma." Rumi grabbed Rahma's right hand, kissing the back of the hand many times. "Sorry Umma... Rumi has disappointed Umma and Abi, Rumi has made you ashamed. And get into trouble."

Rahma shook her head slowly, at Rumi's trembling body, then in her arms tightly. "Dear, you don't make trouble, you don't make Umma and Abi disappointed. That's your right, really Rumi."

"But Rumi felt that Abi and Bu Lek Aida's relationship was not good." Said Rumi, her voice hoarse. "Rumi must be how Umma, Rumi has no taste with Shafa... If Rumi forced herself to marry him, Rumi would sin, because she had hurt Shafa. Not only do demons whisper the heart, and influence the mind, they also live in Rumi's bloodstream. Fearfully, this heart incited something haram Umma. As a result of pervading bad feelings, with other women."

"Umma understands Rumi, you're not wrong. Really am... Life is a choice, and you have the right to choose your own path. Including your future wife." Rahma won Rumi.

"Honestly Umma, Rumi had no intention of harming Shafa and his family. Umma Wallahi..." Sobbing.

"Yes... Yes Rumi. Don't be like this, son. Don't make Umma sad, you're innocent." Umma Rahma tightened her embrace, she also cried not bear to see her son. Who are filled with guilt.

"Sorry Umma, sorry." Rumi still muttered, sobbing, because of her guilt towards everyone she cared about. He even felt bad about the family of Shafa, especially his guilt towards Shafa himself.

A few minutes passed, Rumi had already started to calm down. Rahma smiled, along with that Rumi immediately wiped her mother's tears. Then kiss both Rahma's cheeks.

"Who's that akhwat?" Ask Umma suddenly.

"Him?" Rumi shook as she wanted to say her name. "The... Debbie." Debbie." Answer irent. Rahma smiled faintly.

"Sounds familiar with that name?" He had heard, but where.

"Yes... Um, I've met."

"Where?"

"At Shafa's house" he answered.

"Oh.... Oh my God, cute girl? The one yesterday at Shafa's house? Who wears a long black hijab?" Tanya Rahma was excited. Rumi smiled faintly, then lowered her head. "MashaAllah, this boy... You like her?"

"Yes... Umma forgot. You are like Abi hehehe. Oh God...." Rahma chuckles. Now the atmosphere feels warmer.because it is? In terms of melting the atmosphere, Ummanya is very reliable. "Then Umma told Abi yes. To propose to that child alone."

Rumi remained silent. He lowered his head, reaching for her hand. "It seems, it will be difficult Umma."

"Why?"

"Rumi, unemployment. S2 only, not pass. While she... Worked at one of the bona fide companies."

"Hey... Do not mind that you can, you find work and continue to connect again to college. You're Rumi's smart..." Rahma rubbed her son's shoulder.

"Yes... But still. Is there anything else Umma?"

"Otherwise?" Ask Rahma curious.

"The matter of her background." Answer Rumi lirih.

"Background, I mean....?"

"Umma, did you hear that yesterday? That he converted?" Ask Rumi. Rahma nodded too. "Well, the problem is, Rumi herself still does not know clearly about her family. To be sure, that Rumi knew. He's the son of a priest of Chinese descent, who lives in Bandung."

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Rahma muttered, closing her mouth. Rumi raised her head, catching the change in her mother's facial expression.

"Umma for sure, don't agree right?" Rumi hesitated again.

"It's not so, it's going to be very difficult, Rumi." Answer Umma Rahma. "Try the night prayer, think again."

"Rumi's been trying to ask for clues. And Rumi's heart became more convinced with him. Not with Shafa Umma."

Rahma paused for a moment, then reopened her voice. "Did he change faith, with the consent of his parents?" Ask Rahma.

"Either... Rumi hasn't seen each other for three years, if she said so? He had an aunt who got estranged for changing faith. And he was worried about that."

"Oh God..." Rahma murmured, increasingly worried. But also iba. "Then how can he change his faith, what about him now?"

"Rumi doesn't know. It was Umma... Forget it, Rumi shouldn't have made Abi and Umma difficult."

"Does the tantenya live in Bandung too?" Cut Rahma.

Rumi fell silent, as if remembering the words of Debby, if the Tante was living in Jakarta. "It seems, he does not live in Bandung Ma. But in Jakarta."

Rahma took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "Find out the Tanten address first. Later try Umma negotiations with Abi yes, if Abi agrees. We can just jump right in there."

"Eh... Um... Umma agrees?" Ask Rumi, don't believe it.

"It's important that he converts not because of you. Except for Allah SWT. And again, Umma it will always accept your choice?" Umma Rahma smiled.

"real Umma? Umma sure, Rumi can marry Rumi's chosen woman?"

"inshaAllah, the important thing is, we talked about this first with Abi. Then meet his family. Let's see their response." Rahma rubbed the cheeks of Rumi who was still developing a smile and said hamdalah many times.

"mma? oh Allah Ma... Thanks Umma–, Thank you... Thank God, God." The man muttered, pleased. So he immediately grabbed her hand and kissed the back of the hand and hugged her body.

Really, it feels so relieved. Just waiting, how did Abi Irsyad respond then family from Deborah. Hopefully everything will go as he expects. Without any restraint.