Pledge of Love Rumi
sightseeing

What does a wife like?

one of the trivial activities is, when you can walk together with your husband. Riding a motorcycle, with hands hugging the waistline from behind. Clamming here and there, laughing. No matter if it is just around the complex or the village. Even if the drizzling rain soaks the body though, or maybe the heat due to sunburn.

Not everything takes away the beauty of those times. Debby tightens her arms, while Rumi smiles as she rubs Debby's hands.

"Dek look at the house," Rumi pointed to one of the houses. Where Debby looked. "It used to be empty land, I often still MI time, playing ball until there with friends. Sometimes to forget the time, I have Ashar adzan I still like to play ball."

"Gee... Pretty far dong from home, it is not in search of Umma."

"It's cariin. Often Umma picked her up with a shock device."

"Surprise tool?"

"Yes, either a twig or something to make me go straight back. Pokonya do not need Umma yelled call, just the bike stopped while glaring at me just made me take the bike and go home. Because in Umma's hand there's already a log."

Debby who heard that laughed.

"Indeed, Umma was fierce, huh? Don't you like hitting?" Debby rests her head on Rumi's back, where the roar of a motorbike that runs very slowly still down the housing complex.

"No Deck. Umma never hit, it was a bit often screaming. But he never played a hand. Except Abi, sometimes like to use rattan. It was after the age of Noah and I. And not often, only if I or Nuha do not want to worship" replied Rumi.

Debby curled her lips. "What age did you last hit Abi, brother?"

"Emmm... Not long ago, when I was in college. It's S2 Dek..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. I was on the telephone at the supervisor. I forgot I had to worship. That's why in anuratin Abi, got hit by a rattan on the calf."

"Yes Allah... Abi was hard huh?"

"Not really, because it's also for the good of her children. But after that Abi regretted it. He must have apologized if he had punished his children."

"MashaAllah's. Then... What if we had kids? Is Rumi going to be hard too?" Ask Debby.

Rumi also moved his motorcycle rearview mirror to the face of the wife who was smiling, he returned the smile.

"It depends, but I can't seem as hard as Abi. The power is not the same, hit the child himself with rattan."

Debby smiled again. Is it true, seeing a gentle Rumi like this in her attitude? He never even once banged on her. Although as thick as any war if it is crooked. Rumi still chose to give in, and spoke with subtle words.

All have shown, maybe later he will be a good father figure for his children.

Debby touched her own stomach. He murmured inwardly, wondering when will this womb be filled?

But he shook his head again and held Rumi's waist again.

'don't think no-no. It will be loved soon. I'm sure Debby thinks optimistically.

The motor starts out of the complex, running northward up to a hundred meters away.

They also arrived at one of the soto stalls are quite crowded. Because the stall was quite selling sweet, especially in rainy conditions like today. The tables are even filled, seen also the servants and owners of soto stalls are very busy serving visitors, from those at the restaurant to those brought home.

Rumi parked the bike, then took Debby's hand in. Inside they were looking for an empty table, hoping that there was only one table for them.

"Mas Rumi, would you like to eat here?" A waiter approached.

"Oh yeah, bang. There's still an empty table, isn't there?"

"At the end of there. Something's empty, but it's kind of inside."

Rumi looked towards his wife. "How's the Deck, Mau?"

"No papa, brother."

Rumi smiled, she turned to look at the male servant before her again.

"Well, what do you drink?"

"Tea warm to each other Iced orange."

Debby who heard the word iced orange looked happy. Because her husband understands that she likes cold drinks, no matter the weather conditions are hot or cold. Usually when it rains like this he asks for ice like to be talked about. But it seems like this afternoon the husband really wants to make her happy. So without having to argue small, Rumi had ordered ice for her.

After ordering? the two walked back in, towards the table that the waiter pointed at. Meanwhile, some of the visitors who ate there were caught staring at the couple who were still comfortable holding hands.

Say excuse me, just to ask for a way.

At the table, Rumi took off her coffee and sat down in their respective chairs.

"Sister Rumi, her clothes are wet." Debby touched the husband's chest.

"No papa, just a little."

"But cold must be."

"Lumayan. But not papa deck." Rumi rubbed Debby's head briefly using her right hand, while her left hand held her chin up. "Your hijab is also a little wet. You cold? Your clothes are wet too?"

"No. 'And my body is covering your body. So only the top of my head gets wet."

"Yes my. Will you come home with a coat, will you?"

"No, good rain. He said it was raining."

"Owh yes... But I don't have to go to you."

"No, I love to play in the rain."

"Oh so yeah. Yes it is... Hopefully the rain will stop completely. Even if it has not been or even more rapid papa, at home we play warm-warm ya." Rumi's whisper was immediately chuckled as Debby widened her eyes.

A few minutes later, a waiter came to place their order on the table.

"Please, if you want anything else just say it."

"Yes bang, thank you, yes" said Rumi.

"Together." The waiter also walked away. Where Rumi immediately turned towards his wife. Debby had already opened the chili cover, grabbed a full spoon into her soto bowl, picked it up again the second time, and while on the third spoon. Rumi held Debby's hand

"Not most. Do you eat anything? The sheep like nothing. If your stomach hurts, what?"

"Let's... But I like to get spiked. If it doesn't matter it's less shady."

"Yes, but that's a lot. You think your stomach's loh, don't nurutin tongue."

"One more brother... It's not bad yet."

"No, here I taste your sauce." Rumi stirred the soto in Debby's bowl, then tasted it. "Astagfirullah... O Allah, Deck, this is the heat. Kaya gini still want you to add? It's just here sambelnya. You are yes, tomorrow-tomorrow if you eat again I'll take sambal for you."

"Ih... I used to eat level five in Bandung. It's nothing yet."

"You ate as much as Bandung to level five?"

"Yes, every buy must be level five."

"Ckckckl... Level two is pretty bad. True-beneficial."

"Hehe, that's Rumi's tongue anyway. Here's the signal." Debby is still trying to reach for the sambal bowl that Rumi kept away.

"No... Naw... That's enough."

"Yaaaa. a little more."

"No Deck." Rumi held the bowl of sambal grabbed half of the sambal spoon for him to pour into his soto sauce, Because he did not like spicy. Debby snorted, and she tasted her own gravy. It was quite spicy but for him it was less. But he understands Rumi, who if he has banned something then he will not be able to refute it.