Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
The Missing Chapter (Deborah)

Outside the sky is still dark. The cool wind still blows with the cold.

Waiting for the sun to come out of its place of contention.

The cool morning dew accompanied Rumi who was heating the motorbike outside, while Rahma walked in waves approaching the son with a jacket in hand.

"Sister, wear this jacket." Tell Umma Rahma while putting the jacket on Rumi's shoulder.

"Yes Allah Umma," chuckled because it was still treated like a child who needed to wear a jacket when traveling. Not to mention his sad look. "Don't cry Umma." Peeping Ummanya's forehead, while rubbing her shoulders.

"Hiks, Umma is still missing, not to mention yesterday you were beaten at Abi. Umma, it's not gonna."

Chuckles. "MashaAllah, Umma...Umma." in her arms the mother very tightly.

While Irsyad who came out could only shake their heads, approaching the two of them. "Children want to go to school in this Umma is a habit."

"So I took S2 far to Bandung, even though Jakarta is there."

"mma? hey, Jakarta-Bandung is not far away, besides Brother also two weeks back home. Too much anyway."

"Huuuaaaaa still miss big sister."

"O Allah Umma." Rumi Chuckled, waiting for a moment until the Ummanya was satisfied to hug Rumi, while listening to thousands of words from Ummanya then Rumi prepared and left for Bandung using his CBR motor.

Irsyad turned to Rahma and rubbed his head. "Yuk came in, help Abi clean up," asked Irsyad, Rahma snorted, but still obeyed her husband stepped in together.

***

Three days later Rumi in Bandung, he began to return to his routine. And usually every Friday afternoon he will conduct a study at the campus mosque, usually the study will start at two noon and will end at ashar time while praying together there.

And while it was still showing at one o'clock in the afternoon, a girl with shoulder-length hair had just come out of Greja after attending a service at the Catholic Church with her family.

"Where's Debby going?" Mama, who felt strange about the girl.

"To campus Ma—" while running.

"Campus? It's so good at home that kid's on campus." Miss Brigitta Goofy, while Gallen Debby's sister is ready with her car, waiting for her father and mother to get in their family car.

Debby's father was a pastor at one of the Catholic churches there, the family always used their children to regularly undergo services to get closer to their God.

In the speed of the motorbike an online motorcycle brought the girl back to visit the campus. He also took the time to go to the public toilet to change his clothes, because he currently uses a knee-length dress.

After changing into more closed clothes, he took out a pasmina from his bag, smiling.

"It's a good thing I haven't caught Mama yet, if I have a hijab." Chuckle, then use it.

Now the pasmina has been installed perfectly, according to what he learned from his Muslim friends when they used the hijab.

He came out of the toilet, and passed by some other students who looked at him strangely.

While whispering, but the girl did not care, she still walked cheerfully away from the students who were still looking at her.

"He's a non-Muslim kid, right?"

"Yes, he's used to it."

"Geez, but I'm also moved."

"Emm." They both went into the toilet.

Debby walked quickly to the campus mosque. "I can't wait to hear her soft voice." Debby muttered that she had started to enter the mosque and was sitting among the women worshipers.

Although a strange gaze continued to be on him Debi did not care for sure at this time he could listen to Ustadz Rumi's lecture. That's how they knew Rumi.

Until a microphone humming sound indicates that Rumi is already standing on the pulpit.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabbarokatuh."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullaahi wabbarokatuh." Reply to all the worshippers who have gathered there.

"I'm happy to see friends gather, the agreement is two, uh two hours less a quarter is crowded, as if breaking the tradition of our rubber clock yes. Though my intention was to drink ice cendol first," Rumi's remark made all those there chuckle, especially Debby who began to thrash in his heart.

"But before that we read sholawat prophet first yes, let us get intercession from him. And also get blessed on this Friday. Although the mood is not as bright as the sun, especially the singles? I am also single." Chuckles.

"But singles fisabilillah, rich friends all must be nih, eating the heart also blazing like the sun outside, because the menggeliat halal couples yes, so hot it is." Chuckles again. After that Rumi began to lead the reading of the sholawat until it was finished and began his short lecture, taking the theme of What we want is not necessarily the best for us (hence Berhusnuzon to God)

"So gini guys? Never the heck we feel rich wanting something, for example just admiring a ukhti, or vice versa yes. We continue to struggle in such a way, from evening prayers, to fasting, which is severe to playing shaman huh? There's nothing like that here? No yes, hopefully no Nauzubillah. Well we've been struggling, working, mourning to crush that man. But it didn't seem to get caught. What reason? 'you're ugly just an ordinary ustadz' asiiikk, it's impossible not to refuse but say 'you're too perfect for me' stale ya nolak like that, girl hehehe." Chuckles.

"There must be, right? Complaints in the heart, richly blame God, as if what we do is in vain." Rumi.

"Or maybe another example, we are fighting for something else and we have tried hard but lost with those who did not even fight at all, rich in college? The intention of day and night studying even to lack of sleep, late eating and ending up sick, in order to get into our favorite state college, but what? We are not in, while the Fulan who only sleeps and plays capital has no business at all, even a list of origin of the list. Uh he escaped. The pain isn't? Broken hearted, disappointed, isn't it?"

"It's human as a human being huh, even so disappointed sometimes we blame God. 'ok gini anyway? I fought loh, pray too, why God is the same me' it often happens in our hearts, and what we had been excited for worship finally dim, and finally, because of Disappointment towards God himself which is to the extent that there are bad thoughts in us who consider that life is not Fair, but, Allah is not dear because it does not side with those who have fought hard, I am just an ordinary person who will not be heard his prayer."

"Friends, when? God turned away from us? When the hell did God not give us anything we needed, like this life?"

"all our needs, God must suffice, than we want Even what we do not want even if it is good God must be love. Whether man himself is conscious or not, grateful or not, with God's mercy. Even when we are not in a state of faith."

"And when we try to get closer, for the sake of being able to get what we want, often we are given a disappointment first, let what? Let God know our nature, we can still have no intention of Him, when what we want and say in each prayer is not realized."

"Because we need to know my fellow believers, that a hope that sometimes we do not directly get in life in the world, it could be that our hope is put off first, or maybe it is not good for us, and replaced by God in a way avoided from the ugliness of life and reciprocated at the end of the day. So we must rely and be sure of God's plan is much better than what we expect, lest we not convince it, then zu'udzon to God, then we shall have nothing but nothing but emptiness and despair."