Pledge of Love Rumi
heart yearning ustadz Irsyad

Finished with the lecture of Ustadz Irsyad. The mothers are pouring out. There is still Isti, and one other woman, the treasurer of the assembly, who is chatting briefly with Ustadz Irsyad and others.

"Ustadz, sorry this is an envelope from us."

"Yes Allah... No need. I told you I don't like to be paid."

"Can't it be, for this time? Ustadz must be willing to accept it. This is our provision. Not much anyway." Isti walked politely using his knees to put it on the table, then back down again, bowing. Both hands in front of the chest. "Please accept ustadz,"

"I don't actually sell my knowledge. Some have also been blessed." Irsyad feels bad.

"It's okay, ustadz... Thanks again. The pilgrims are happy to get a study from ustadz Irsyad."

"MashaAllah's... Thank God then." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Yes ustadz, sorry we excuse ustadz. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ustadz Irsyad stared at the envelope on the table. Grabbing it. Chatting briefly with the Takmir then decided to go home.

Outside the mosque...

Ustadz Irsyad handed the envelope to Ibn.

"For two yes." Said her. The two students were confused.

"Well, how are you being given to us, sir?" Ask Ibn.

"Rezeki y'all," he replied casually.

"But we didn't do anything. Mr. Irsyad who's been lecturing earlier."

"Well, why?" Chuckles. "Take it."

"Really, we're not good sir. Because actually can accompany Mr. Ustadz Irsyad alone, we are very happy." Zulham.

"True sir." Ibnu.

"That sustenance should not be refused, you can use the money for snacks or buy what it is." Smiling, as do the two students.

"But? Does Mr Irsyad not want to see the contents first? Directly given to us just like that?"

"Haha... Indeed why? you said that, right? that's your sustenance."

"MashaAllah's... Alhamdulillahot. Thank you, Mr. Irsyad." The two kiss the hands of Ustadz Irsyad in turn.

"Everything... Then walk first. You guys be careful going home."

"Yes sir Irsyad" replied Zul and Ibn simultaneously. They were still standing in place waiting for Irsyad's ustadz car to drive away from there. And after the car horn rang they waved and then looked at each other.

"What coincidence? Today the money sent from parents is running out, the intention is to pinjem kos one friend to eat because my father can only send tomorrow afternoon." Ibnu berbinar.

"Alhamdulillah, I also happen to be thin photocopying papers as well. try to peep Nu, how many." Zulham. While Ibn nodded immediately he opened the envelope slightly.

"Alhamdulillah Zul's. Pretty, two hundred thousand," said Ibn with a happy smile.

"Alhamdulillah. Yeah, let's go home, buy us some food." Zul eagerly riding his motorbike, where Ibn immediately put the envelope in his bag and ride the Zulham.

***

ustadz Irsyad's footsteps stopped. He crouched down to touch the gravestone that read Rahma Qurrata Aini.

"Assalamualaikum, deck. They come again. You're not bored, are you, if you come every day?" Ustadz Irsyad said, gently rubbing the tip of his tombstone. "Mas kangen loh. Seriously. You don't miss it?"

He rubbed his wet eyes. And began to raise his hands together, praying with his eyes closed.

A longing in the chest as if it could not be contained anymore. He was eager to embrace the fat body of Rahma, who if laughing because of her teasing? Then the shoulder will shake a little. Not to mention Rahma, and her ngeyelnya the wife if cooking together.

Ustadz Irsyad shed her tears.

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Suddenly mas kangen grilled tilapia still intact scales." He chuckled, He wiped the tears back before dripping into the ground of the tomb. He breathed then.

Ustadz Irsyad remembered how angry Rahma was when she and her two children even ate fried eggs, because grilled tilapia fish were not appetizing. Because in addition to the scales, the blood on the head is still there. Make them refuse to eat it.

Ustadz Irsyad had been secretly frying eggs when Rahma was out to go.

Then feed his two children who at that time were still sitting on the bench MI. But the fate of Rahma even returned because of the arisan in delay.

(Flashback is on)

"Egg fry? Mas and the kids don't eat dishes that have been cape-cape Rahma cooked?"

"Anu...? This the problem?"

"Not really appreciating it?" Cut Rahma Annoyed, he stomped his feet away but was quickly restrained by Irsyad.

"Dec... It's a goldfish to eat that delicious fish of yours. You misunderstand, I love Rumi and Noah that egg because they asked."

"But the mas itself wants to eat eggs too, right? It's on Irsyad's plate there's an egg."

Irsyad moved the egg to another plate. "It's Rumi's, he likes to go. I want to eat your Nila fish."

"lik! I want to eat, because Rahma is angry, right?"

"Lohs... No deck. Look at that." Ustadz Irsyad ate it. But occasionally remove the scales that also tucked from his mouth. "Duh Gusti, Sangsoro nek koyo ngene Iki." His grunt.

"I know, mas is grumbling yes even though using Javanese language." Hunus Rahma.

"Who? No deck. That's a compliment. My wife is really good at cooking." Grab another bite and eat it. Even though he had tried to choose the part of his flesh still the big scales were laughing, making him pull out again.

"you also eat, try the sensation Rich get coins in every mouthful." He murmured, then. While Rahma was still looking at him with an annoyed facial expression.

(Flashback is off)

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, "ay Allah... Time was very fast turning, it seemed like it had just happened yesterday. Apparently it's been decades. And you're not on my side anymore."

Sighs. "Yes... You must have waited there, right? Patience yes... I hope we can meet again. In Jannah." Rubbing Rahma's headstone and moving. "Please go home on deck, Assalamualaikum."

He also walked away from the tomb feeling better, because for him just by chatting near eating Rahma was enough to treat his longing, even if only a little.

But that is destiny... When separation happens, what can we leave behind? In addition to mengikhlaskan partner who is not completely ours. Then hope that the heart can stay awake even though it is not until when and what it will be like in the future.

Seriate...