Pledge of Love Rumi
a different intersection

Life will never be forever in harmony with hope. Where small to large pebbles sometimes hold the pace of the heart vehicle we ride.

Is it painful when we are struggling? Put his name in prayer, make friends with the breeze in one third of the night. Walking the actual steep road, maybe not appropriate we sink too deep. And now what? Falling in the middle of the road.

The level of patience of humans has no limits. For the only limit is the man himself. He who can accept the reality and destiny given, will get a very sweet peace of heart. Unlike him who only relies on ego... The heartache was too deep, so instead it zolted itself with the inability to survive on a lifeline.

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The night when Ustadz Irsyad gave up the address of aunt Maryam.

Rumi immediately contacted Shafa, knowing that this was very unhealthy. Because it will re-scratch Shafa's wound even deeper.

But it seemed like he wanted to make sure again, if the girl was already completely unharmed.

Shafa answered him long enough. But finally received too, greeting with his distinctive voice, soft and a little soft.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Rumi replied, sitting in her chair. "Sorry, are you asleep?"

"Yet... Just wanted. What's up?" Ask Shafa.

"Pha... I know, I shouldn't be discussing this anymore. But in my heart, like there's still a wedge."

Shafa was silent in the room. His hand touched the glass window, moving up and down to touch the moonlight that seemed very close and easy to reach. But no, that's very far away... Even being so far away was impossible for him to reach.

"I'm sorry Fa..." Rumi softly said. "I know that my mistakes cannot be forgiven."

The girl shed her tears again. He could not even speak, only able to look down miserably while lowering his body sitting on that plastic chair.

"Fa..?"

"I... Very low, your eyes.... Rumi." Shafa's words stammered.

"Wallahi Shafa's... I don't look down on you, don't say that."

"Am I ugly?" Ask Shafa.

"Next Shafa... You're beautiful, you're Soleha... You're so dreamy. But?"

Shafa smiled. "Love cannot be forced. Didn't we?"

"Emmm..." Rumi answered.

"Shafa admires Rumi, and even very presumptuously sometimes wishes to be in the same room, in each other's prayers, praying like halal lovers. In one third of the night." Shafa smiled with a roar of tears that even he himself did not know how to stop. His index finger twitched something there. 'yes Rabbi' as he wrote on the dewless glass wall.

"What should I do?" Rumi Mumbled. His voice sounded claustrophobic "I never intended, to hurt you. Shafa."

"Rumi didn't hurt me.... I'm the one who wronged myself."

"Sorry Fa..."

"Don't apologize, I told you you weren't wrong." Shafa sighed. He suddenly remembered the piece of paper he had given ustadz Irsyad. "Have Debby's Tante address, right? Her name is Maryam, she knows Ci Maryam."

Rumi stared straight at her heartily, she was silent for a while. Then pulled her hair back, and sighed softly.

"Why are you doing this?" Ask Rumi.

"What?"

"Help me, find Debby's Tantal address?"

"Because I agree you're with her."

"Even if it hurts you? You should hate this?"

"should? Because I didn't get you, then I hate Deborah?"

"Emmm, maybe," replied Rumi softly.

"I'm not a kid who doesn't take it when my toys are taken by someone else, Rumi."

"I know." Gumam Rumi lirih's.

"Simple that?"

"What did you expect? Do I have to curse you both? It will make me even lower. Truly I have accepted your decision Rumi, Wallahi."

Rumi was silent, for a moment.

"How extensive are you patient? So you can do this to the man who hurt you?"

"Haha... Rumi, what are you talking about?"

"Seriously... I'm confused to repay your kindness."

Shafa smiled. "Remember, can I ask you something, dong?"

Rumi chuckled a little. "Can... Anything." anything."

"Really?"

"Yes Shafa... Anything." anything."

"Then. I just want to, you take care of my sweet sister huh. Promise not to hurt her."

"That's all?" Ask Rumi.

"Yes is... What does he want?"

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Rumi muttered in a head-scarf, she smiled.

"Why, why is it?"

"No... No papa. I'll try to make her happy."

Shafa smiled, with his hands touching his chest. "That's the new guy's dream. Debby must be happy."

"But I also want you to promise me one thing."

"What?" Ask Shafa.

"Let's find a man, who's much better than me. And happy with her."

"It doesn't seem to exist." Ledek Shafa's.

"Faaa..."

"Haha... Just kidding. Yes Rumi, the point is I'm sincere... So don't talk about this anymore. And happy are you two, as halal lovers."

Rumi smiled. "Thank you for your kindness, which even I myself might not be able to do as you are."

"Didn't every wound have a cure? I was just trying to improve myself in faith" Shafa replied.

"I salute you."

"Don't praise me."

"No, that's serious. I'm grateful, ever admired a woman as good as you. Buty? Maybe it's my heart that doesn't thank me."

"Rumi don't say that."

"Yes Shafa... Again sorry."

"Yes." Yeah." Smilingly.

"It's night, go to sleep... I'm closing yes, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Phone connection disconnected. Shafa also breathed. It was already much better, and his shame towards Rumi was already slightly lessened. Now only he remains to open a new page after the short drama.

This is how life is... He did come for a while, scraping a slight wound in the heart. As a proof of a tadir. Where the real soul mate, like whatever we refuse for sure we will remain together. Unlike those who do not belong to us, how strong is this hand grasping, if we are not the owner? And, inevitably, they have to accept that too. And leave it to those who deserve it more.

God does not always give us what we want, but what we need.