The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
rumi's disappointment

In the toilet.

Debby was still trying to spit out the food in her way, forcing her to come out.

It was so hard, he was almost desperate to do that.

"Let's get out... Please." Debby put her index finger in her mouth until she started spitting it out, though not all of it. He felt really guilty, The poem had to be void because of that piece of unclean meat.

Debby pressed the splash button on the toilet and closed the toilet. And sit on it crying.

He pulled out his phone, called Rumi. In the first call there was no answer, the second, and in the third was Rumi's voice heard.

"Yes Deb?" Sapa Rumi's.

"Sister?" His issue. Rumi scrunched his forehead.

"Why Deb?" Ask Rumi.

"I... Hix... My fast is off today, brother. And I also eat unclean meat." Debby sobbed, complaining to Rumi. The man was silent for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Sister Rumi, you're disappointed in me?"

"Eng... Not Deb, not really."

"Why then are you silent?"

"I'm just confused as to what Deb would want to answer."

"Hiks... I've been trying to get that food out, brother... I tried to spit it out. Seriously."

Rumi smiled faintly... It sounded funny Debby's voice whining with fear.

"It's okay Deb, connect tomorrow again. Today is okay a day." Rumi is as smooth as possible.

"Is God angry? I've let him down."

"insyaAllah no. Be patient Deb, you will definitely be able to live it. It's still an early test for you. I hope you're Istiqomah with your decision, until you finally get to worship."

"Sister Rumi, can I ask you a question?"

"Can."

"If I convert to Islam, can you accept me?" Ask Debby. Rumi was silent, she couldn't answer that. "Forget it, I'm just kidding." Laughs crisp.

"If you're my soul mate, why not?" Rumi answered later. The words were like a breath of fresh air to Debby.

"Seriously brother?" Ask Debby spirit.

"I can't guarantee but. If we're not a soul mate, I just hope you can get a devout Muslim man who can guide you."

"I just want Rumi's sister. Not another man, I just want to be imami by you my beloved lover." replied Debby as she wiped her tears that had not dripped anymore. As Rumi grew more and more unusual, she also became involved.

"Deb, I want to ask, did you convert to Islam just because of me?" Ask Rumi.

"I?"

"If so, you'd better undo it. Sorry, I have to turn off this phone call. Good day." Tut's...Tut's...Tut's... Connection interrupted.

Debby down. "Hiks, Rumi's sister. Is he angry?" Debbie is crying again. "Maybe it's true, I converted to Islam seventy percent of it because of him." He also went lunglai. Until a chat message comes in.

(Never love the servant of God more than your love for his Creator. You have to remember, a love like that, will only make you lose yourself. I support you to convert to my religion, but if it's just for messing around then forget it. Because if we're not a match, or maybe you're getting tired of being a Muslim, you're definitely going to go back to your religion. And consider this religion only where you test. Islam is not a religion that you can try, what else do you play. You have to remember that's Deborah.) Message from Rumi.

"Hiks, Rumi's sister. I'm not that kind of person. Really." Debby tries to call Rumi's number but doesn't answer.

He also checked the watch in his hand. "It's Friday, Rumi's brother is holding a tausiyah at the campus mosque." He immediately wiped his tears. And leave the restaurant quietly, to approach Rumi on campus.

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Back to Jakarta, please,

He entered with a little slowness, maybe the heat in the middle of him who was fasting made him feel more tired than usual.

"Mak Shafa's....!" Qonni. Greeting her as she exclaimed, As usual. Shafa rubbed his head as he entered.

"Assalamualaik." Say hello while taking off his shoes.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer Qonni. "Mr... Maud... Qonni can borrow this?" Lifting the jacket he hid behind his body high up. Shafa's eyes are round.

"Hey... That's Rumi's brother not to wear."

"Hahaha cie.... Returning from Bandung can jacket kak ustadz Rumi. MashaAllah's... The smell of Rumi is so special." Ledek Qonni's.

"Qonni what the hell. Get the jacket back here." The girl chased after Qonni who had run in while laughing.

"Oh my goodness, is it? Up in the love of all jackets. MashaAllah's money..." Hugging Rumi's jacket.

"Qonni, what are you talking about. Here give it to mbak." Trying to get that jacket.

"Tell me first, how can brother ustadz Rumi give this jacket to brother Shafa?"

"Not on deck love, it's just on loan. Some of you yes, maybe Nemu this jacket." Still trying to pull his arm.

"It can be, the guy under the pillow. Geez until put under the pillow so dreamin brother Ustadz Rumi continue ya hahaha."

"Istighfar deck, can't talk like that huh."

"Hehehe, so tell me why Rumi's jacket is on Shafa's brother, tell me."

"Qc...! What the hell, so time's gonna rain my jacket a little wet. He kept his jacket dry. That's all it is."

"Gee... Whoa... Are there rich Korean drama scenes? Put that on?" Getting curious.

"Basic teenager...! Thought yes. Istighfar manyin tuh." Pulling Qonni's ears.

"Hehehe... Already Maak, do not be ferocious later if brother ustadz Rumi know, mbak Shafa turned out to be fierce. Wow, that's all... Not in the hallow later."

"Qonni...!" Shafa tickles the older sister, as she unceasingly teases Shafa. The laughter of the two broke out there.

Seriate...

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Hii... I'll give you another visual for Rumi, Debby, and Shafa...

Hopefully, yes, this is just my hallucination.

Ustadz Rumi Al Fatih (20 THN) the eldest child of Ustadz Irsyad and Rahma, yes her sister Nuha 🤭.

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Deborah Aruan (18 THN) is the youngest child of Johanes Widjonarko Aruan and Brigitta Angelina's mother.

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Baitus Shafa (21 THN) is the eldest daughter of Fathul Qulum and Aida Putri Lestari.

I hope it matches the visual... If it is not suitable just ignore it. 😊🤗