Pledge of Love Rumi
to the mosque together

This afternoon, when the nabastala showed its thick cloud cumulus, it dropped a little water that washed over the whole city.

Sitting a man on a bridge blocked by a glass wall. Make friends with a cup of coffee that is still steaming next to the typewriter. Working wholeheartedly, for the sake of a responsibility as a husband who is obliged to support his wife.

He really tried his best to work, hoping that whatever he was doing at the moment could lift him to a better position. To be sure, one thing he believed in, no one was tired of being wasted. If all he wants is because of God.

After a while, Rumi linked the ten fingers, pushing forward only to stretch after finishing work from this morning. The noise of the Adzan from the mosque toa has been calling. Going from one mosque to another. Signs of Ashar prayer have arrived.

"Alhamdulillah." muttered Rumi, grabbing the cup that was only a little and then sipping it.

He then moved, and prepared before going to the mosque, near the house.

"Come to the mosque" Debby took with her black robe and long hijab, now standing in front of a glass door, access to the balcony. Welcoming Rumi who was smiling.

Rumi nodded happily, approached the wife and kissed the head covered in a mocca-colored hijab.

"My wife's crafts," praised Rumi after finishing kissing her.

"Yes, you want to be your soul mate in the afterlife." Smirks.

"MashaAllah's... Aamiins. In a moment, I'll take some water first, change clothes."

"Yes," Debby walked over to the bed. She sat for a moment, waiting for her husband to finish ablution and change clothes.

Koko gamis is Rumi's favorite, when about to pray. The drop is simple, not too complicated. Because I have to wear the sarong and the coke.

Debby observed Rumi pulling her hair back before putting her skull on her head, grabbing a non-alcoholic perfume on the table, spraying it slightly onto her body, and finally, reaching for a nearby prayer mat.

"Let's go," asked Rumi. Where Debby just shut up. Observing Rumi with a smile still on her lips. "Dec... Come onl. Hunting commute."

"Aaaa... Big brother, if again this is how handsome in layers, you know!"

"Yes Allah... Could you please."

"Really." He walked over to Rumi. And found something that made him even more want to widen his smile. "Yes my. This is?"

Rumi raised her left hand slightly. He pointed a copper ring around his ring finger.

"as your request. And after I thought I didn't wear this. Fits right?"

Debby nodded quickly. "MashaAllah fits, Brother."

"What is certain?"

"Such a dong. If it is rich, people know. That Rumi's sister already has one. Hehe."

"Yes kareem... Just don't ask me to write something on my forehead. As this sign Deborah's husband."

"Hahaha, if you have to." Debby hooked the question on Rumi's arm.

"Don't dong. It's my heart that says the name Deborah Aruan."

"Let's... Brother Rumi. Don't melt it. I will not go to the mosque."

"Haha... Come on, let's go."

The two walked out of their rooms. Talking here and there, which Debby contributed more with thousands of words in their chat along the way.

In front of the house, Rumi let go of Debby's hand for a moment. He raised his hand slightly up.

"Udah is not drizzling, it seems." muttered Rumi, who then walked to the garage to pick up the matic motor that is used by Debora.

He was out of the garage soon.

"Yeah, up."

"Tok on a motor? The mosque's deket."

"Where to walk? Still cloudy, what if it rains again?"

"muter-muter. If it rains again, right? No, my rain. Come on hunt, hunt commats."

Debby widened her smile, feeling happy. He then walked closer to the motorbike, and sat down sideways piggybacking Rumi.

"The tight handle yes. Afraid of falling. 'dear baby if it falls, it will be a scuff my angel."

"Haha... Very cute." anyway." Debby wrapped around Rumi's waist from behind.

"No papa lebay. Same with my own wife."

"Ututu husband, because it's still just like this. If it's been years, there will definitely be no sweet appeal anymore."

"My nickname is the other one to you?"

"What?" Ask Debby.

"What yes...? Look at it later." Rumi chuckled, when he found a spoiled pinch on the waist, he pulled the gas. Where the motor starts to drive out of the yard. Towards a place of worship.

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Arriving at the mosque, the two rushed into their respective saf. Because Iqamah has reverberated.

Where Ustadz Irsyad was now preparing, standing in his mihrab while waiting for Iqamah to be finished in Ikandangkan.

"Get the saf yes" said Ustadz Irsyad to all worshippers. They also obey. After all Irsyad was ready to face the front again, raising both hands to the extent of the ears, berkakbir.

In silence, befriend the cold from the cloud outside from morning. The four prayer rakaats were also on the run.

Rinai rain fell again, but with a smaller intensity than before. Adding to the atmosphere of shahdu that creates a speciality among worshipers, following every movement imitated by Ustadz Irsyad.

A few minutes passed, four rakaat was finished on the run. Now the silence is still created, where the long remembrance that chanted in each person is still walking. until some time, one by one of them began to move.

There's only a few left. Among them were five men in their twilight years, three middle-aged men including ustadz Irsyad, two adult men one of whom was Rumi, as well as several female pilgrims on their saf.

And after finishing the remembrance, Rumi moved on.

He came out of the mosque. Which now leaves only a few men. Usually they will be longer there chatting with Abinya. Some ask for advice, or maybe just a chat about mosque activities. Because therein lies their comfort, in order to charge faith with each other.

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Outside, Rumi approached Debby who had been waiting for quite some time.

"Let's take a walk." Take Rumi.

"Small little mouse."

"No papa Deck. We will have a warm snack. What do you want to eat?"

"Emmm? I want to eat Soto betawi. But that's on the other end." Debby pointed in a direction.

"What time is it now?" Rumi looked back peeking at the wall clock in the mosque. "Have you finished yet?" muttered him later.

"Try it first let's go there. I want to eat that soto with a lot of sambal. Hemmmm seger really rich, cloudy eating soto beef." Debby imagines the corny beef she eats with warm rice, plus the slightly salty, savory emping melinjo.

"Your turn to the netes, deck." Ledek Rumi, rubbing Debby's lips with his hands.

"Huh...!!" Debby was shocked, then hit Rumi's chuckling shoulder. "I never did, you know!"

"So ngences, I ate it with my hands. Okay, am I?"

"That could be you."

"Haha." Rumi laughed and grabbed Debby's hand, holding her out of the mosque. To where their motorbikes are parked.