Pledge of Love Rumi
meet again.

After finishing eating his soto, Rumi sat back and waited for his wife to finish.

He kept his wife, while eating. With a wandering mind, remembering what he had obtained all this time. Excommunicated by his extended family, even had not been recognized by his parents. It really makes Rumi feel unbearable every time he sees Debora's smile.

The girl had never shown her weak side. Although Rumi himself knows, secretly the wife likes to cry alone while holding her cellphone.

Maybe he misses the figure of Papa, and if asked what is it? Debby chose to keep quiet not to discuss, then shifted to another language.

That's what Deborah is like, the girl who never wants to show her weakness.

Feeling the look on, he raised his head.

"What the hell, sister, how come you're geliatin?"

"It's okay. Habisin. It's dusk like."

"Emmm, yes. But I'm full. The portion here is a lot of things. I didn't finish the race?" said Debby showing the rice on the plate is still half left.

"Yes, no papa. Pinjem your cell phone, Dek. I want to call Abi."

"Awhile..." He pulled out his phone from a small bag that only fit for a money Pouch and one cell phone. "where is Rumi's cell phone? How come I didn't see Rumi holding HP from yesterday?"

Rumi grabs the cell phone that Debora gave him.

"Destroyed deck, because it fell right in Bandung. Now it's really there. Maybe I'll take it when I leave tomorrow."

"Owh..." Just round his lips.

Rumi smiled, focusing on her goal of calling Abi Irsyad just to let her know if she was out with Debby. Not forgetting Rumi asked if Abinya would bring anything. But it seems he refused, because Rumi answered 'yes already then.'

Debby watched Rumi, sucking the drink out.

"Nih deck..." Rumi handed over his wife's cell phone again. "It's finished yet? Want to go home now?"

"Yes... Stop by the mini market, brother. My sanitary pad stock's up."

"Yes..." Rumi answered, he grabbed his tea glass sipping a little and then moved, while inviting Debby.

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In Bandung...

Before entering the office where she worked, Rumi deliberately found out the location of the counter that the woman mentioned. At nine, should it be open?

The motor continued to run slowly, reading every signboard between rows of shophouses lined up on the roadside. It looks like a shophouse with blue and white paint. It says Amanah Cell, but the counter isn't open yet. Making Rumi decide to come to the counter again after Dzuhur.

Coinciding with the departure of Rumi, a hijab woman came while riding a bicycle. He parked his bike for a moment and walked over to the rolling door.

"Assalamualaikum, what about Neng?" A mother greeted.

"Walaikumsalam. Yes, Ceu, that was out of Abah's way to the clinic first." Maida shook the woman's hand, smiling.

"Oh my God, what pain is it?"

"Dizziness is just as little bloating. Maybe to capean. Yesterday the da'wah was also in Serang."

"Owh. I hope you get well soon."

"Aamiin thanks Ceu... Where is Ceu Rica going?"

"This I want to buy neng pulses, very fitting neng neng neng just want to open."

"Owh... Yeah, just wait a minute." Meida opened the rolling door. Then go inside, put his bag for a moment, after that he grabbed a long book which he then put on the window. "Number's Ceu."

"Yes, 081xxx..." He mentioned his number, where meida recorded it directly.

"How many do you want?"

"Ten thousand."

"Oh yeah..." He also grabbed a small HP to make his pulse transaction. Typewriter... Typewriter... Typewriter... Wait awhile.

"Have entered this neng. How many?"

"The Ceu habit, twelve," Maida replied.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you Ceu."

"Together, then I say yes. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Meida smiled, then moved, approaching the table with a cash drawer.

There he saw a cell phone lying in the drawer. Da... Rumi's.

"A'a it hasn't taken his HP yet? He didn't seem to be a Bandunger." muttered for a moment but he put the phone back in the same place. After that, just clean a little.

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At 12:40...

Rumi went back to the counter, looking at a piece of writing that was on top of the window. If the owner was praying, he decided to sit in a plastic chair in front of the counter waiting.

But just as he landed his butt on the bench, a woman came out of one of the rooms at the counter.

"Puntene. Wait a long time A?" Said the woman. Where Rumi looked straight away, she smiled. I don't know why that face made her feel happy to see it.

"No, 'Tea. I just arrived. Take my HP."

The woman also realized. If the man is the man he accidentally broke his cell phone.

"Yes Allah... Yes A'. This is the HP." He rushes to the table, opens the drawer and grabs Rumi's phone. After that, sit down near the storefront. "Please."

Rumi scanned the face, making her eyes slightly wet. He also grabbed his phone.

"How much to fix this?"

"Not much. And I don't need to replace it."

"LCDs are expensive. I'll pay for the LCD."

"No need for A'. I told you I would fix it. So it's free."

"But right?"

"Wallah... Its alright. I also don't want to take any money. Because it's my fault."

"MashaAllah's... I'm really grateful then."

The girl smiled. "In check try A'."

Rumi nodded she turned on her screen. Scroll up and down, trying to open the app.

"MashaAllah, thank you again."

"Either. I'm glad it was taken."

"Yes. Then excuse me. I have to go back to the office."

"A'a work around here?"

"Yes in building X."

"Owh..." Beard.

"Yes, I say assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Smilingly. And after Rumi left while riding her motorcycle the girl muttered. "Smooth and polite man. He seems to be no ordinary man. Seen from her who kept her eyes."

On the other hand, Rumi who was riding her motorcycle, gently rubbed her eyes. Then touch his chest that feels tight.

I don't know what feeling made his chest tight. But meeting Maida, as if curing a bit of his longing for Umma.

Seriate...