Pledge of Love Rumi
what a dark day

In the room of a fifty-year-old man, whom we call Mr. Celvin.

Debby sat down before him politely.

"Today there's an important meeting. And you were appointed as a representative of our division. All because you're more master of this proposal." Debby smiled, listening. "The problem is, if you can get your hijab off."

The deg...! Debby sculpting.

"Sorry, on the loose?" Ask politely.

"Yes, you know this one client is a bit sensitive with Hijab women. Especially the big hijab like you wear." His word. "Don't let her cancel the cooperation agreement, just because she doesn't like your fashion style."

"Taa... Buty? I can't possibly let go of my hijab sir."

"Why? Didn't you not wear a hijab before? And I'm sorry, you were Catholic before, too, right?"

"Emmm, that's right sir. But now I am a Muslim. So I can't, let go of my hijab" Debby replied

Mr. Celvin sighed. He leaned his body on the chair. "An employee who already has a good name, the more disobedient the rules, huh? Added frequent permits and so on."

"Ma..sorry sir?" Debby muttered, asking carefully, what he meant.

"You have no permission, wear that hijab?" Designating.

Debbi fell silent and shook her head slowly.

Until a letter is sent out. Mr. Celvin pushed him slowly. "Actually this letter has been there one more monthly I save. I just regret it if you have to go out, because this warning letter came directly from the commissioner. He said, if you still want to work here, you have to remove your hijab. At least while in the office, you can wear it again after going out."

Debby's hand shook grabbing the letter, then opened it and read it.

His eyes twitched, already beginning to hold his tears.

"Debby, if it wasn't for me appreciating you, I'd have given it up a long time ago. This office actually has a ban on hijab employees. You got it, right? Because it's clearly written on the contract."

"I didn't read it completely sir, sorry."

"How come, you didn't read the whole contract?"

"Sorry sir." Debby replied, the girl's eyes had run down the river, receiving all the dozens of words that were coming out of her lips.

"And again, some of the women of the other revisions too? it has started to protest only because there are my subordinates who are hijab-shar'i. Make some other women who want to wear the hijab so ask permission on their superiors to wear the hijab too."

"So... What's the point, sir? Can't I keep wearing this hijab?" ask Debby.

"Yes, and I tried to speak, but I couldn't. The rules are the rules."

Debby smiled wryly "Then, I might resign." He said with a heavy heart.

Mr. Celvin sighed. "Debby... Isn't your salary here great huh? You can get an important position here. Just don't wear the hijab in the office, outside you're free."

Debby smiling. "Thank you sir, but there are many men who are not my muhrim who work here. So I still can't let go of my hijab, even if it's only in the office."

"You are yes... Mumpung is not too late. Just do what this office rules."

"Can this office guarantee that I can survive the sin of opening the aurat?"

"Hey...?" Mr. Celvin couldn't answer.

Debby left the office, after making her boss was silent.

"I'm sorry sir, my letter of resignation, I'll send you right away." The girl nodded slowly one time and walked out of the manager's room. Where the manager only shakes his head.

***

In-house...

There was no eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the girl had already arrived at the residence of Ustadz Irsyad.

The house looks deserted, there is no Rumi. Maybe the man went to his mother's grave. The girl sat on the living room couch, daydreaming. He remembered when he was received in the office, how proud the father was at that time.

And now it seems, he again incised a thing that will make the father disappointed again.

He opened his chat application.really, as long as there was not a single message opened by his father and mother and also brother Gallen. Debby throws her softly on the table and lowers her body to the floor, crying as if alone. Everything seemed destroyed in the blink of an eye, the thing that he thought was easy after embracing Islam turned out to be this difficult, not to mention with the attitude of the husband who suddenly became stiff.

The girl leaned her head in a slanted position

"mom..." Rumbled. "Hiks, ma'am. Debby miss mah, Debby needs mommy, wants to be in my arms." His issue's right there.

Meanwhile, Rumi who was about to enter was staring at the door, with his hands still holding a white frictional bag. It seemed like he was out of the stall, he heard Debby's crying voice from the outside that felt heartbreaking.

"Debby lonely mah, Debby's hurt, hiks. Debby's heart hurts."

'astagfirullah al'azim, what happened?' Rumi immediately opened the door making the girl surprised. She wiped her tears, quickly. When Rumi walked up to him, then crouched down.

"Dec, what's wrong with you?" Rumi was about to wipe away her tears. But on the edge by Debby who chose to move on and leave Rumi there. "Dek–" Rumi tries to chase after him, until he gets his wife's hand to hold him.

"Detach..." Thrashed.

"Why, deck? You why?"

"It doesn't matter to me why? No need to mind me? Don't I no longer see ya in your eyes right now." Hunus Debby, he thought he was no longer clear. Rumi nodded as well.

"No deck..."

"I don't mean anything, do I? Aye right?"

"No dear... Nope."

"So, I need some time alone."

"Say what was it? You why?" Rumi hugged her, but Debby rejected her by pushing her.

"Hiks...! After all, I can calm myself. I don't need a husband who's even ignoring me now...!"

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Deck, we're talking fine."

"No need... I'm going to Aunt Maryam's. I'm just gonna go with him. Only he loves me." Debby's cries broke even more, while Rumi hugged her tightly.

"Sorry baby... Excuse me. Please don't be like this. Explain what's going on?"

"Evil... Hix... Evil.you ignored me brother. You're not looking at me... You didn't even give me an inner living that long. I'm not Ridho... I'm not really treated like this by you." Voice weakened.

The deg...! Rumi realized that. "Astagfirullah... Forgive me, deck. Yes, I was wrong... Please forgive me." Rumi increasingly clenched Debby's body that still does not control with her crying.