Pledge of Love Rumi
the obedience tested

It's been a few minutes. Ustadz Irsyad is still on hold. Waiting for the boy to stop crying, until he completely calmed down. And can open his voice again.

"Shafa, sincere lillahita'ala. If Shafa, no match with Rumi. So, Shafa asked you all to accept my decision and Rumi's." Shafa said, when his condition had begun to calm down. Aida and Ulum were sitting there, silent in the living room listening to Shafa's words. "And, for Pade Irsyad. Shafa has one request."

"What's? Say, nduk." Tanya Ustadz Irsyad's.

"My sister is in desperate need of help. He needs a priest, a good one like Rumi." Said carefully.

Irsyad fell silent, so he recalled what Rumi had said a few days ago about the convert girl he admired.

"Shafa please, Pade bless them."

Irsyad smiles. "We don't have to talk about that."

"Pade, really Shafa has let go of everything. Shafa could already accept this. So please, don't feel bad. Dad told Shafa. There will be a kind man, who will later become the soul mate of Shafa. And I believe that... Please, pade."

Ustadz Irsyad had run out of words, he just nodded, until their conversation began to warm up again. Aida even apologized to Ustadz Irsyad for the disrespectful words.

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It's been over an hour, he's there. And finally decided to say goodbye because the time is getting late as well.

Outside, Ustadz Irsyad was wearing his helmet after the leather jacket was attached to his body. He smiled and touched Ulum's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, so make a noise."

"Oh Allah, Ustadz. There are those who apologize. Seriously.... It still doesn't taste good, it's my heart." Tukas Ulum's.

Irsyad. "No papa, you're more patient with Aida. Everywhere a woman's attitude is like that. Loud."

"Yes, Ustadz. Again forgive my wife yes."

"Yes Ulum... I'm sorry too. Yes, I did, then I said goodbye. You're lucky to have a daughter as good as Shafa's. Take good care of him... Whoever his soul mate is, hopefully, he's more of a man than my son."

"Hahaha, O Allah... Aamiin, Aami. Like Rumi's okay, he's a good kid."

"Hehe, introduce me too. If there is."

"Yes Ustadz." Ulum Chuckled, as did Irsyad. He then boarded the vehicle, read the bismillah while turning on the motorbike.

"I'll excuse you, assalamualaikum." Pamite.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, be careful Ustadz."

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Tomorrow morning in Bandung...

Debby, having just finished her Fajr prayer, was able to offer a prayer that only she had with her God who knew.

In particular, Gallen has tuned the music of spiritual songs. With a toned volume, so a little makes Debby less Focused. Heran, did not know her brother was tuning music in the morning blind like this, as if on purpose.

Because their rooms are close together. Until he just shook his head, then continued his prayer. With occasional beristighfar. Because the sound of the music was quite loud, not to mention Galen tuned a spiritual song that was really Debby's Favorite in his time. Even Debby memorized the lyrics out of her head, so often unconsciously in her heart as if to imitate the lyrics.

It felt like he was reprimanding Gallen, yet not daring. He's not as old as he used to be. So Debby stopped her prayer, after being unable to withstand the interference of the song.

He moved, and then came out of the room. Approaching the mother who was ready in the kitchen.

"Good morning, ma'am." Debby hugged her mother from behind, then kissed her cheek. While Mrs Brigitta was silent, focus on cleaning the meat she washed under running water.

Debby smiled wryly. 'this bastard again?'

Debby's been memorized, because these days. There was no halal in the house. Even vegetables he gave a non-halal broth. So Debby can only deliver food.

Supposedly from a few days ago, he had already left again for his office. But the conditions in that house, really did not allow him to depart. So Debby decided to take two more days off, and today. Debby has to go back to Jakarta. But he was confused to ask for his permission.

Because as long as he's in that house right, it really feels alienated once. Ask me anything none of them answered. I was tired, as if I wanted to give up. But no, because if he loses to this condition, it doesn't seem like Debby's attitude.

"Mahs... Debby got a voucher for groceries from your favorite cosmetic brand. We're going to the mall today." Persuade Debby. Mrs Brigitta was silent. "Well...?" Want to ask again, namu the mother after releasing a hug from him. And after that walk towards the other table where it is near the stove.

Debby sighed, she walked limply to the dining table chair, then sat there quietly. Watching his mother who is still cooking.

I feel, sad. When he found himself as if completely alienated, and considered to be nonexistent. Because none of them reprimanded him in this house.

Until Debby left, when Mr. John came in asking for coffee.

"Debby is just good. I love Debby's coffee." The girl excitedly stepped forward, about to reach for the glass. But in advance by the mother who also grabbed a glass, which she wanted to reach her child. He also made it himself. "Debby, ma'am." Her request was softened once more. With a slightly hoarse voice, her eyes had already condensed, it would be really unpleasant for her if it was like this continued. Debby still tries to smile.

Coffee is ready. Debby again offers to take him forward, and without any more answers. The coffee was brought by his mother.

The girl shed her tears looking at the mother with pusar. Never imagined, it would be like this. He thought it would be easy, but it was hard.

He took a deep breath, smiling. "I'm Debby, I'm strong." Forcing a smile, even though her tears even harder. The girl chuckled rubbing it. "duh... If it cries, it really can't stop ya." Head bobbles.