Pledge of Love Rumi
the soul became desolate

A short time later, Rumi sat next to Debby, reading the small Koran holy verse that she used to carry everywhere.

While Noah was still crying in Faqih's arms. There Ustadz Rahmat had just arrived along with Mr. Huda who happened to meet in the hospital lobby, earlier.

Ustadz Irsyad sat pensively in that long chair. Remembering the murmuring face of the wife as she teased the very feet of hers on the night of their bride. Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his wet eyes and sighed.

"Yes Allah... My passion." He mumbled a little.

A palm touched his shoulder, Irsyad turned his head. There Ustadz Rahmat was sitting next to him.

"Propay my brother." Ustadz Rahmat. Irsyad smiled wryly.

"InshaAllah's... InshaAllah tadz."

Both of them looked straight ahead. "It must be hard, losing a life companion who has been with us for decades."

Ustadz Irsyad just smiled.

"His name is alive, or are we the first to leave them? Yes they left us first." Continue ustadz Rahmat later.

"Oh God..." Ustadz Irsyad murmured, his eyes condensing again. Silent moment. Until Huda sir came who immediately sat to the left of Ustadz Irsyad.

"Tadz, antum better go home first. Because the body has been taken care of by his administration, just waiting for a while. It will be delivered by ambulance."

"I, want to accompany my wife sir, in the ambulance," replied Ustadz Irsyad.

"But I saw ustadz, already tired. Better get home first. Prepare those at home. And again? Ulum had reported, that he had informed the Rt in place of Ustadz Irsyad, about the news of Rahma's death. Some people have come to accuse."

"MashaAllah..." Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his wet eyes, feeling grateful for the many who helped him.

"Yes Tadz... Better to go home, let it be our responsibility here." Ustadz Rahmat. Irsyad also thanked them after leaving, to say goodbye to those there.

She took her children, like Debby and Noah, because they were women. While Rumi and Faqih are still left in the hospital with Pak Huda and Ustadz Rahmat.

***

The car driven by Ustadz Irsyad has arrived in front of the house of another citizen. because Irsyad's house has begun to crowded with plastic benches arranged inside even to the front of the fence. Some people including Ulum immediately welcomed Ustadz Irsyad, they greeted Irsyad reciting condolences to him for the departure of his wife.

Because the mind is still gamang, Irsyad only salami. Then apologize for coming in first. The house was already crowded, there were Aida, Shafa and Qoni as well.

"Assalamualaik." Irsyad's greeting to some of the women there who were gathering read Yasin's letter.

"Moskalamic. Mas, Aida had no confidence when she heard the news about Rahma's mother." Aida.

"Bak Rahma never did anything wrong. He's a good man." Answer Aida. Irsyad muttered Hamdallah, smiling and walking deeper, climbing the stairs and stopping in front of his room and Rahma, before moving to the lower room.

Kriee... The door opened slowly. Irsyad paused for a moment to stare at the darkened room, as his memories returned to the past. He also pressed the light switch, in view of the foam mattress on the bed was not covered with sheets.

As if he still remembered the bridal decoration in every corner, where Rahma who entered without talking then sat down casually without feeling awkward on the lip of the bed, answered Irsyad's question with a sniff.

Rahma also gets upset when she wakes up to pray and take a bath.

Irsyad walked slowly while closing the door of the room, approached the bed, and sat there. For a moment he felt the bed was dirty. Irsyad also woke up again to reach for the mattress broom, clean it for a moment. Then lie there with the right tilted position, his left hand rubbed the empty part next to him. His mind began to wander.

(Flashback is on.)

"Dad?" Call Irsyad slowly. "Have you slept yet?" Ask later.

"I was going to sleep but I called out to me instead" said Rahma still closing her eyes, Irsyad chuckled.

"sorry yes. Mmmm.... Gonna have a little chat, won't you?" Ask Irsyad.

"What?"

"Yes, anything but I want you to tell me first" said Irsyad still staring at the ceiling of his room, his feelings at the time was really not funny, between pounding, pounding, trembling because there was a woman next to him. And he was trying very hard to take the heart of the gluttonous Rahma, his tone of speech.

"I'm not good at telling stories" replied Rahma flatly.

(Flashback is off)

Ustadz Irsyad chuckled with tears that dripped, he then turned his body into a supine position facing the ceiling of the room.

"I used to doubt, can I teach you? But my heart seems very quickly attracted to you, when the Pledge has been lifted. And I'm lucky that you seem to be a very good-natured angel of heaven, and obey me." Ustadz Irsyad shed his tears again, and he closed both eyes with his arms.

Slowly he began to. Khumairah... Khumairah ku Rahma, then beristighfar many times.

'Dek Rahma, I miss you. Mas really became the most heartbroken man today, the inner deck of Irsyad who is still as happy as there. 'mas can not make you happy... Why did you leave?'

Still ustadz Irsyad Let go of his own grief in that room. Lamenting the time that quickly passed, but he still wanted to live longer with his companion. So is life, which we think will be able to live eternally but never realize if we are living beings who can leave this world at any time, whether we are first or vice versa.

The question is, does the heart accept the departure of the lover of the heart? A companion in life? The answer is, no one will. Many people feel indifferent to their current partner, but when they are no longer together? Only sweet memories remain, as if back to tear apart feelings and souls mourning full of regret.

Seriate....