Pledge of Love Rumi
I'm already fine

O my Lord, You are the best healer of the wounds in my heart. There is no greater love than your love for me. Lord of the Worlds, You will never disappoint Your servant, though sometimes what you outline does not match my expectations.

But I remain convinced, You are the best screenwriter in human life. And I believe, you can't give that pain away without the cure....

baitus Shafa -

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One week before Rumi's wedding....

Shafa closed his notebook he was still in the courtyard of the mosque, after attending a study there. The legs covered in a long black skirt, and socks that wrap his feet up to the calves, he straightened. Wiggling around a bit enjoyed the daytime breeze, which he thought was so cold, with the book still on his lap.

Her lips developed a truly sweet smile. He stared at the sky above which was very bright, as bright as his heart at this moment.

Yes, even though next week is the wedding of Rumi and Debby, but she seems to have really been sincere. Such is man, when we feel confident we leave all the burden of our sorrow to Allah SWT, then the heart will feel quickly recovered from the wound. Right now, for example, he hasn't been claustrophobic since a month ago, has he? Maybe more than that.

Shafa grabbed his phone that was ringing. Then scrolling the screen went up, right in his green logo.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma?" Greet the girl, as her hands work to put the notebook in her carrying case, close the zipper, then wear it with one rope dangling just like that. Because he was not carrying directly, only on one side of his shoulder. Shafa moved, he put on his shoes while talking to someone across the street. Until suddenly the gaze focused on a man who seemed to be running towards him.

'he's here?' shafa Inner began to not focus on his phone.

"Hallo, Shafa?" Call Aida.

"Emmm, I'll call you again, Mom. Assalamualaikum." Shafa turned off his phone call. Because I was sure the man was getting closer to her.

"Help me, mbak." The man suddenly grabbed Shafa's arm and pulled him somewhere.

And there was no choice but to follow, although Shafa was surprised. They ran into the women's room.

Fortunately the conditions there are quiet, so they are safe. Safa who was conscious immediately moved away.

"Hey...! What are you doing?" Shouted Shafa.

"Ssssttt, lower your voice." The man was about to silence the girl in front of him but Shafa quickly dodged.

"Don't touch me...! Who the hell are you?"

"Csssttt... I said lower your voice" the man put his index finger on his lips. "Let me explain. But please lend me what it's like to hide." The man spoke half-whispered.

"meaning?" Shafa frowned, confused. Until not long boisterous sounds outside, were heard. Like the voices of girls.

"Damn...! Please dong, help me. Lend me your veil. Scribbles!" Back away the man looked ahead.

"I don't have a veil other than this one I'm wearing. Who the hell are you? Moving huh?"

"Abroad! Where there's my rich handsome thief. Then please... Don't ask questions, I'll explain." The man begged.

"But?"

"It." He handed it to the stranger.

"Thank you." He would grab it, but his hand was about to touch Shafa's skin. Makes the girl keep her hands away.

"Don't touch me!"

"What the hell? I want to take his face, not your hands! Geeer is so much a girl!" He took the face a little rough, without touching Shafa's hand, and put it on. "Now, his subordinates I don't need. I just need his boss." Throw it away, making Shafa's waves catch him.

The man walked first, peeking for a moment. He also went back in.

"A lot, again." His grunt. While Shafa was only shaking his head, it was strange to see the man, to be able to reach such a time. He walked back leisurely after putting his mukenya subordinates in a bag and then came out, passing the man.

"Wait on! I'm on the road behind you."

"Eh..." Shafa slightly moved away as the man was already hiding behind his body. "Don't gini, I can't have a man behind my body."

"Alahhhhhhhhh... Just sec. The street." Tell the man in a bent position behind Shafa.

"But...?"

"My chips say...!"

Shafa sighed, he obeyed the foreign man's will. He wants it. Until one of the women realized, there was a strange person walking past them. The man turned his face. He started to worry that the girl seemed to understand.

And the man's concern was right, because the girl saw the jeans that were on, as well as the expensive shoes that the man was wearing. Despite wearing a face but it looks like he's a man.

"Sister Afin–" exclaimed the woman when their distance was quite far.

'aduuuhhh.' the man murmured inwardly. Shafa turned his head back, some girls started staring towards the two of them.

"Yes really... That's Brother Afin...!"

"Aaarrggghhh...! There's no other choice." The man again grabbed Shafa's wrist and pulled it before finally taking a thousand steps. Escape from that place.

"Sir Afiiiiiiiinn–" they shouted in unison who immediately chased after him that person.

"Hey girl...! Fucking run!" yelled the man, just kept running regardless of the girl who even panicked because she did not know anything suddenly participated in this much time. Moreover, the man's grip was very strong, he himself was unable to release the grip.

"Abangs... Or mas... Why am I being brought, let me go."

"Diem...! Diem...! They are brutal... You could have had it too."

"Eh... But I don't know anything."

"Not much to say! The important thing is to run away first... Escape from them."

"But?" Shafa is getting ragged.

"Diem!" Cut the man who was also bored because both of them were still running as far as possible, into the crowd, then out. Turn to the left, and also out of the other way.

'this guy where the hell is he going?' Shafa cursed in his heart because he was really tired of running again. Even the hijab is starting to break. One hand tried hard to maintain the bottom of his chin so as not to be released.