Pledge of Love Rumi
Hindu Umma

When the Maghrib came out, Rumi had just walked out of her room.

He immediately walked up to the elevator, before missing Maghrib worshippers at the mosque.

Standing long enough in front of the door that was still closed, he pulled out his phone. When I got a chat message from Debby.

Rumi smiled, she should return the message but did not, because the door was open, and decided to put her phone back in her pocket. There were people in the elevator, yes... It's Justin. Rumi greeted with a nod.

"Sir" said he. Which was responded with just a smile by Justin then he immediately shifted a little, giving him space.

"It's over?" ask Justin.

"Yes sir, already. Just now," replied awkwardly. Silence for a moment, when the elevator moves in a down position. Justin also looked.

"Plan, where are you going after this? Is it straight home?"

"It's a yes, sir. But I want to worship before the road."

"Owh," Justin the mangosteen. The elevators are still running down, because their destination is the same - the most basic floor. "Hmm, may I ask you a question?"

"Please, sir..."

"How does it feel to be able to marry a woman like Debby?"

The deg...! Rumi sculpted, why could she ask like that? Ahhe... Just let it go. He may not understand Adab asking other people's wives.

Rumi laughed briefly. "What do you mean, sir? I don't understand."

"Look. She was an energetic, sloppy, talkative woman. It must be exciting to have a wife like that" Justin smiled. When she remembers she was talking to Debora back in High School.

"Haha... You understand the character of my wife, "Rumi sighed holding back the unpleasant feeling in her heart.

Justin looked over with his smile. "Of course, he was my younger brother. I had him in his ospek time, would you like to hear the story?"

"Looks not sir, afraid of the delay. Later even spend your time," replied Rumi directly, who hoped the elevator door would open soon.

"No, because it's funny."

"Haha... It would be funny to you, and maybe not to me. Haven't just heard I've been in the hot wind sir, what else if I hear it?"

"hot wind?" Ask Justin.

"i was just kidding, sir. Hahaha" Rumi chuckled crisply. Justin responded with a smile. Does he not understand or what? why can not realize that his employees do not like his wife in their subject. "So, you better not tell me," replied Rumi later. Hope this conversation ends.

"Is that so? I'm talking like this, it doesn't make you jealous, does it? Calm down I have no intention of messing around."

"Emmm... How do you say it?" Rumi muttered as she scratched her head, "If I'm not jealous, then I'm Dayyuts, sir."

"Dayyuts?" Justin did not understand.

"Ah... Then sorry."

"It's okay, sir" replied Rumi The two fell silent again. Feeling awkward with each other. Until the elevator doors opened. "Please sir..." Rumi invites Justin to come out first.

"Thank you." The man stepped out, and was followed by Rumi. For a moment he turned his head back and handed the small brown paper bag he brought to Rumi.

"Receive this, as my apology," he said.

"Geez, no need sir. I'm okay."

"Thank you, I really don't feel very good about you. Take it easy, it's halal because it's just a sweet red bean cake inside."

"I am the bad guy, afraid to offend you with my words. It's like being preached."

Justin smiled. "No really. Take it easy, so take this. Let's take it."

Slowly Rumi grabbed the paper bag from Justin's hand. "Thank you very much sir."

"Either. Then excuse me. Good night."

"Yes sir, good night." Rumi looked at the back that was starting to move away towards the exit. Sighing and beristighfar afterwards, in the lyrics again the package he held and then smiled.

"Actually he was a good man. Hopefully it is just to admire, nothing more," he murmured, he also remembered if he had to go to the mosque, to make him rush to the mosque to fulfill the call of his Lord.

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At the mosque, Rumi took off her footwear. Where the iqomah is already reverberating, the prayer sign will be carried out immediately. Rumi who had just arrived rushed towards the ablution place.

After a while, after three rakaat it was on the run. He took out small bags from his bag and rolled one by one, short recitation for almost half an hour.

Only then did he raise both hands, taking a degree.

At the end he mentioned his mother's name, then read alfatihah. Both eyes returned to the river. When the memories between him and Umma seemed to pass through the head. He rubbed his face after he finished praying. Then pause for a moment on the prostration pedestal while imagining his body in the embrace of Umma Rahma.

"Ummas... Rumi misses." He gently rubbed both of his eyes. "Astagfirullah... Astagfirullah al'azim..."

The breath is a little heavy, when the tightness comes back. That was the usual thing Rumi felt. When praying for her mother, she would cry for longing. In the heart always think, if still in love the opportunity to meet his mother he really wants to sleep with his head in his lap again. Not for long, just a few minutes. As long as he could feel the warm hands gently stroking his head... That is Rumi's hope.

But how do you want? It was all his destiny when he could no longer be close to the number one woman he loved the most.

Is there only prayer that he can give, and hope? You can be happy there. Avoid the torment of the grave, and find a spacious tomb in the barzah realm.