Pledge of Love Rumi
the excitement at Kost youth fisabilillah.

Rumi turned off the engine, saying his hamdalah after arriving in front of his boarding house.

Today was quite tired, the body was a little sore so he massaged a little part of the neck.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadz–" said Amrizal, patting the shoulder of the man who was still at home sitting on his motorbike, slowly.

"Walaikumsalam. Don't call Ustadz A'... I'm not Ustadz." Chuckles.

"Importantly, that's the son of Ustadz who can preach, what a difference it is. Same with Ustadz, right? Haha." Rizal chuckled, as well as Rumi who just shook her head while smiling.

For a moment his eyes were diverted with a white swish bag in Rizal's hand, added with a slightly savory smell from inside the package.

"Naon eta?" Tanya Rumi who began to understand a little Sundanese.

"Ball*... So eat together, buy this much." (Bakwan)* take Rizal while lifting the plastic bag in his hand.

"Gee... Thank goodness, sustenance. What are you confused about eating?" Rumi chuckles.

"Well, come on, the kids have gathered in Irfan's room, plus Riski made chili onions, we want to eat together."

"Rubid... Steady." Rumi replied, "let's go, get this hungry."

"That's the business of eating chips ya Tadz."

"It's not A'... Not wrong. Haha." Rumi replied, who immediately stepped her foot in while laughing together.

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In front of Irfan's room.

"Assalamualaikum–" said Both.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer the four people in the room. Where, a tear of onion chili and rice in a teflon rice cooker that has been removed from the container, is ready in front of those who sit half-circled while chatting merrily, waiting for Rizal who was buying the fried food.

"Look in... Come in yuk." Invite Irfan who immediately shifted to make room for the two people.

While Rumi immediately let go of her jacket, went inside and sat down cross-legged.

"Ustadz, how's the study going?" Riski asked, with her hands grabbing the fry pack and then moving it to the plate. While Rumi immediately chuckled because of the ustadz call earlier.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly, though still stubborn."

"But ustadz, that's pretty good, I said. Than we who even forget the verse." Chuckles.

"Sama, I also sometimes forget the verse, because I'm nervous. But you have to be trained." Answer Rumi.

"Haha... why on so call Ustadz gini anyway? I'm not Ustadz, I'm just a regular student, I don't deserve a Ustadz degree." Rumi answered, grabbing the empty glass outstretched from Irfan's hand. "Thank you Fan." Rumi then said to Irfan, he immediately poured water into his glass.

"What is it, you're essentially a preacher. Hehe. Here I kiss your hand so I can bless it." Ujang Ledek. Which broke the laughter there especially when the hand was about to reach Rumi's hand, which immediately brushed him off politely.

"MashaAllah, don't be friends. It's not good." Chuckles.

Alongside the excitement, another man cleared his throat. Then, dare to open your voice.

"Sister Rumi," he called. Rumi turned her head, muffling her laughter. "i followed your advice yesterday." Jimi said one of the ones there.

"Which advice?" Ask him, then downing the water in his glass after reading the bismillah first.

"That time. About my gift between still dating or not." Answer Jimi.

"Alhamdulillah.." muttered Rumi, lowering the glass and turning to the man named Jimi again. "oh?" Ask him then.

All that was there was silence, only the sound of the plate being shared by Irfan in front of each of his friends.

"Yes..after weeks of contemplation? I finally decided to part with my boyfriend." Jimi replied, the five people in front of him were still focused on looking at the youngest man among the horde of men. "And I promised myself.if we match, then I will go to his parents, and I apply after graduating from ITB."

"MashaAllah's... Allah Akbar.... Tabarak... It's tabarakallah." Excite all who were there, then pat while hugging, someone pushed Jimi's shoulder as well. While others give their baskets to Jimi's plate. Making the man laugh coyly receive five bakwan on his plate.

"Barakallah... Wise choice, good luck, and Allah meridhoi yes." Rumi.

"Aamiin Brother." The eyes glazed over as they said that. And hope that what he said and he intends can really be realized.

"More... Nought... For those who are brave first have the intention to marry young." Rizal put some rice cobs into Jimi's plate.

"Udah A' is mostly." Jimi chuckled at the rice on his plate, not to mention the many of his friends.

"Hey... Be strong in the face of the hijrah. Haha." Rizal answered the laughter of those who were there.

Rumi's roommates are indeed average hijrah youth, whose daily life they are quite thick with religion.

That's why Rumi is quite at home and lucky to meet his friends. Where they routinely perform Istigosah every Thursday night, tilawah Al-Qur'an, by memurojaah al-Kahfi together. Not to mention the routine mentoring every Sunday night, where they take turns to exchange religious material that they know. And have a Sunday night together after playing futsal.

Isn't that what we need to do when we move? that is to have a gang whose contents are both people emigrated. So that each can strengthen each other's faith and remind when the faith began to fall.

Yep... Human faith is actually, like a battery that easily drops every minute, that's why we must have friends with equally strong faith, at minimum. At the very least, we still have a mecharger of faith.

To take care of the Hidayah we get from our Lord. Because in emigrating, the most difficult is his istiqomah. Keep that faith not shaky.

like the promise of the devil to God. That he will not cease to corrupt the faith of Adam's posterity until the day of doomsday for all mankind, and until the man meets at his end. Except for one, man who has the nature of Mukhlas (a heart that is truly sincere, loves and believes God and His Rosul, making the Qur'an and hadith as a guide of life. With the mission of carrying out the pillars of faith and Islam perfectly from the heart. So that the world in his view is no more than a fingernail.)