Pledge of Love Rumi
rumi's sincere intentions

Back to the night before.

After making sure Umma Rahma had fallen asleep. Rumi stopped the chant.he closed the small Qur'an again.after kissing the sheet that reads the verses of Allah in it first.

Rumi placed the Qur'an for a moment on the table, then he moved to fix his mother's blanket. To be more comfortable in his sleep. Then after that, he kissed the mother gently with hope. That God may always give health to the woman he loves most in this world. He also asked for blessings and kindness on every path he took.

He returned to the Qur'an. He took a step closer to the door of the room, turning his head for a moment while turning off the room lights. Then he came out with his hand to slowly pull the door, until it was tightly closed.

Continuing on, her footsteps headed for the living room, to connect her household in the room while waiting for Abi Irsyad to return.

In a quiet room with bright lighting. Rumi read An Nisa's letter, as one of the letters that the Prophet Muhammad SAW often read during night prayers. Not to mention the other virtues, where the letter can be a guide for Muslims in carrying out their daily obligations such as the Law of the family.

It is the duty of the heirs and the points of the law of inheritance. How to care for the wife, the laws of marriage and the rules of married life. The Obligations of Man to God. Government Basics. The Siege and Adab War in Islam. Obligations to Hijrah and Salat. Obligations Fair. The Violation of the Jews. Shirk and Malice of the Hypocrites, as well as the View of the Qur’an on Prophet Isa AS.

On the sidelines of the reading he was in, the sound of the motor was heard outside. Then before long the front gate was also heard, it seemed that Abi Irsyad had returned and was currently closing the gate tightly. While Rumi was still connecting her reading until the door was knocked twice, then pushed in.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa Abi Irsyad quietly, because he heard the voice of his son who was lying under the crater.

"shodaqallahul adzim, walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Rumi kissed the Qur'an, then moved on. Grabbing the hand of Abi Irsyad who was already standing nearby. "Abi is back? How's Shafa?" Rumi asked, after kissing the back of her hand.

Irsyad walked up and sat down on the chair, lowering the zipper of his jacket.

"Thank God, the girl is fine. There was a bit of pain in his heart the pain, and it was natural right? but he said it was okay. And just feel embarrassed, because you already know the contents of his heart," he replied, with a position of tendering. Irsyad took something out of his pocket, a piece of paper that Shafa had given him before he came home. Then he put it on the table.

Rumi's eyes were fixed on the paper, yet she had not dared to grab it.

"Take it." Abi Irsyad's. Rumi grabbed it. And read a little, like a residential address.

"This, whose address?" Ask Rumi carefully.

"Abi doesn't know, Abi only accepts that. And again, he ordered? About the girl who needs your protection more." Said.

Rumi instantly remembered Debby. "Bi?" Call him with his head still down. "If according to Abi? For an unemployed man like Rumi, is it okay? Rumi built a household?" Rumi raised her head trying to dare to look at the expression on her father's face.

Ustadz Irsyad smiled. "How much money do you have?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"Money?" Rumi immediately sparkled. "Abi asked money, what for?" Her lips could no longer hold that smile to their backs.

"You asked that, right? Can you build a house? Now Abi asks back, you have no savings?"

Rumi nodded. "There's Bi, but not ten million."

"Make that your wedding capital. Buy her a ring. And the dowry you wanted to give. The rest, make it to support your wife. You believe it, right? If Allah SWT would always be there to help every step of His servant towards goodness? If you believe that, then you, your wife and children won't starve." Answer Abi Irsyad.

"MashaAllah's... But?" Rumi again felt bad. "this is not for Shafa Bi." Mumbled wailing.

"Abi know, for that convert girl right? Abi bless you, if you want to be with him."

Rumi shed her tears. "Allahu Akbar..." He mumbled softly, he looked at Abinya in disbelief. "Serious guy? Allowing Rumi to marry the girl?" Ask again convincingly.

"Yes." Yeah." He answered, with his hand touching Rumi's shoulder. "Buy the ring for her tomorrow, we go to her aunt's house first. We just met his family in Bandung."

"Yes Allah... Abi?" Rumi immediately hugged her father's body. "Thank you Abi... Thank you so much Abi... Oh, my God."

"Everything... Now rest is night."

"Yes Bi." Rumi grabbed the father's right hand, kissing him many times. Hugged him again and then moved. Ustadz Irsyad smiled, he was shaking his head at the sight of his son looking very excited. Then he breathed.

"May you get a good soul mate Nduk. More than Rumi. Aamiin's." Ustadz Irsyad murmured as he remembered Shafa. He moved and walked to his room with Rahma who was already downstairs.

That afternoon, precisely after Ashar Rumi sat on the bench next to Abinya who was driving. With the fruit basket on his lap, he was extremely nervous, mixed with fear as well.

Because facing a family of different beliefs, certainly not as easy as when we menghitah a girl from a family who is both a Muslim.

Rumi's other hands were still rolling one by one. He pondering all the way, dispelling his fear.

Until the car stopped in front of the house whose fence and door were tightly closed.

Abi Irsyad pulled the brake lever of his hand shortly after turning off the car engine. "This is the address, right?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"Se. it looks like it is." Answer Rumi. "But it looks lonely huh Bi?"

"Let's just tap, who knows if someone's inside." Abi Irsyad's word was confirmed by Rumi, he came out first. Then follow Abinya.

Then they stepped together and stopped in front of the fence. Ustadz Irsyad tapped the lock on the fence for a moment before saying hello. Calling the residents of the house.

Ckla... Ckla... I heard the sound of a key being opened. Irsyad also smiled to feel relieved when there was someone in the house.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." A woman with a long hood, with a Chinese face, came out to the fence of her house.

"Assalamualaikum ukhti, is this really Ci Maryam's house?" Ustadz asked Irsyad, putting his hands together in front of his chest.

"Moskalamic. That's right sir, and I happen to be Maryam."

"Oh... Alhamdulillah," murmured ustadz Irsyad. He waited for the lock and the small gate opened.

"Let's go in, sir." Maryam's Order.

"Yes thank you." Both of them stepped in and stopped in front of the terrace. "Sorry, is there a man here, Cici's husband at home?" Ask Irsyad, who did not know that Maryam was a widow who lived here.

"Sorry sir, I live alone." Answer Maryam.

"Oh so, huh? Sorry Ci."

"It's okay, sir. Please sit down." Mary invited them both to sit down. Then the two sat on the chair, while Maryam bailed to enter first, grabbing a plastic stool but before that she knocked on Debby's room door.

Debby is out. "Tante, what are they doing here?" Ask Debby.

"Not yet, but please help Auntie. Make a drink."

"But Aunt? Debby's scared out, it's nervous."

Maryam chuckles softly. "No papa... There make it."

"But?" Too late, her aunt had already disappeared from her sight. He came out and grabbed a plastic chair and put it a little away from the two men in front of him.

"Sorry Ci, we're interrupting the afternoon." Ustadz Irsyad chuckled in pleasantries.

"It's okay, sir. Just relax. Sorry, anyhow? What purpose is it?" Ask carefully.

"Look, I want to ask. Is this really Cici's aunt Debby or Deborah, daughter of Lord John Aruan?"

"Yes right." Answer Mary softly. "What's up, sir?"

"Look, our goal came first only to be in touch, the second our goal was to be?" Ustadz Irsyad's words stopped when Debby came out looking down, she did not dare to look at the two people, especially Rumi. Equally nervous, even he cleared his throat because he suddenly trembled again. Especially when Debby squatted while putting two cups of warm tea in front of her.