Pledge of Love Rumi
not going home 2

Out...

Jimmy's phone shook, making him pause for a moment, then took it out of his pants pocket.

"Night sir?" jimmy replied, 'cause the one who called him was Justin. "Oh... Yes, still here sir. It's with me." Jimmy answered while looking at Rumi and handed the phone to Rumi after telling her if the phone was Justin. Rumi accepted it. Greeting for a while, then silent with his head slightly lowered while mangosteen, in order to listen to what his boss is saying.

"Yes sir. Its alright. All right, good night." Rumi lowers her phone, then hands it back to Jimmy.

"What's he saying?"

"Tomorrow there's a morning meeting. I have to come."

"Is that so? Emmm, then just stay at my contract."

"Can you?"

"Bby dong. With pleasure even, happened to have not talked about religion all night long, like the college days before," said Jimmy eager.

"Haha... You could have."

"Eh... Really. That's why I know that Rumi's sister doesn't come home."

"Ckckck, this kid is..."

"Haha... Phone was his wife."

"Yes, just a minute." Rumi pulls out her own phone, turning off flight mode, while walking a short distance away from Jimmy.

Searching for Debby's contacts, after meeting he also pressed the call button. Waiting for a while, there was no answer, he called Debby again. And in this second call there was no answer so he decided to contact the wife later.

"Have you?" ask Jimmy, to Rumi who is approaching again.

"My wife didn't take her call, it looks like she's in another room."

"Oh... Yeah, we'll eat then."

"Can deh. What's it eating, good?" Rumi lowered her body, sitting on the outskirts of the sacred boundary floor to use her socks and shoes.

"There's good angkringan nearby, lots of side dish options, too."

"Gee... Tuh can. Yuk is." Rumi moved after finishing, then walked with her friend away from the mosque area, to find dinner. Because Jimmy's time was quite short, they also accelerated his steps towards the angkringan tent stall.

***

In a big tent, a lot of people. Some were chatting, some had just eaten, some had just arrived as well as Rumi and Jimmy. But most of the people there have finished eating their dishes, and sit while chatting with friends.

the two approached for a moment the table in front of the entrance to pick up the rice and side dishes.

Right said Jimmy, there are many choices of side dishes that are appetizing. From vegetable krecek (crackers cow skin cooked with potatoes with red sauce.) There is also vegetable tempe cooked without being fried first, with a rather large piece lengthwise mixed with pieces of green chili a lot, vegetable jackfruit, and so forth. eggs, tempeh, and so on, and tofu in bacem there, complete with some fried foods.

Rumi stared at the three large basins of different types of sambal. Even though the night is still fairly afternoon, but the sambal seems to have been reduced by half.

"Monggo mas, where's the side dish?" said a mother. He seems to be Javanese, clearly visible from his accent.

Rumi smiled, he then handed politely the plate that had been filled with rice in it. What he took himself, because the angkringan system was that they could take as much rice as they wanted.

And the mothers accepted it.

"Kok take a little rice? Later not full," said the mothers, with a friendly.

"That's my portion, ma'am," smiled.

"Which side dish do you want?"

"I want jackfruit, vegetable tempeh and eggs." Show Rumi. For a moment his gaze was fixed on the chicken in the yellow seasoning but like there was thick coconut milk like in rendang, the difference was yellow. "That's chicken, ma'am?"

"Yes, this is chicken petis. Typical of Banyumas. It tastes rather sweet, savory scented bay leaves. Not too bad," replied the mother.

"Calf? Why not black, Mom?"

"The essence of the Banyumas people is not like the Semarang people. So petis here is only the name for coconut milk that is cooked until the water runs out and then the remaining coconut milk porridge like this, and the chicken that is used must be chicken kampung can not be chicken boiler. Wanna try? This is delicious."

"God," answered Rumi because seeing the crowd who took the side dish made Rumi curious about the taste. And in the take one piece of thigh that is still fused with the upper thigh and the claw, do not forget the spices from coconut milk are also placed on it.

"Worn patch?"

"May ma'am, that green one. Just a little."

"Oche... Doesn't seem to like it so much?"

"Hehehey is Mom."

"Duh, the mas if you say yes," praise him who made Rumi chuckle. "Monggo mas, good-bye, yes" said the mothers later, while handing Rumi's plate.

"Thank you, Mom." Now the plate has changed hands, while waiting for Jimmy to take the side dish. Rumi's eyes wandered, hunting down the empty table and then finding it at the back end. Jimmy finished, now standing next to Rumi.

"Where are you sitting, brother?" Ask Jimmy.

"That's where it is..." Show Rumi

"All right."

The two walked towards the empty table. Just as Rumi was about to put his plate on the table, his phone rang.

"Thank you first, brother," suggested Jimmy, who is now sitting down. While Rumi directly pulled the phone out of his backpack.

"Assalamualaikum, Deck?" rumi answered, closing one ear to the other. So that the noise around him is not so audible and he can focus on talking to Debby in the open.

"Sister was on the phone? I was in the kitchen" Debby replied in a cute voice that made Rumi smile.

"Yes, I was on the phone. Just wanted to let you know, I'm not coming home today."

"Why?"

"Yes, I have a meeting tomorrow. Sorry yes, deck." Rumi's words made the one in the room speech silent. "Dec, how are you quiet?"

"No papa, I'm cooking fish today. I cooked the yellow sauce. Favorite of Rumi. I think Rumi's brother is coming home" replied Debby. It feels sad if the husband does not come home.

"Oh God..." Rumi scratched his head, he felt pity. "I'm sorry. Let's leave tomorrow, I'll have to eat."

"If tomorrow, it's not going to be good."

"It's good, definitely." Rumi tried to cheer Debby up.

"Kh..."

"Dec, don't dong."

"If you don't want to go home? say from noon dong, rich gini will be a sprain."

Rumi smiled with anxiety. "I'm sorry... Actually I also just found out, if Mr. Justin invite me to a meeting. I was going home, actually, Wallahi."

"Surrection is..."

"Oh my God, deck. I usually go straight home, don't I?"

"I'm not not getting it. Just a sprain, you do not let her go home suddenly. If I knew this I wouldn't cook."

"No way to dong, Dek. Excuse me... I'm really sorry."

"Yes already... What time is it home tomorrow?"

"Let's go, Mr. Justin said the meeting could be long."

"That's right? Stale hunting of the fish."

Rumi chuckles. "Oh Allah, keep it in the fridge, tomorrow you hang when I come home. It must still be good."

"But it's something else, it feels." Debora's whining is upset.

"I'm going to eat, Zaujatti." Rumi answered Debby's every speech gently and patiently, though the one in the other continued to babble with a sloppy tone.

"Give up."

"Sir, I work here. No play."

"Yes I know."

"Yes, don't lash."

"Who's craving? Oh, that's good."

"That's his name, baby."

"Aaaa... I can't sleep if there's no you."

Rumi smiled feeling homesick. "Later on call. All night till you sleep."

"Huu..."

"Dad?"

"Yes... You've eaten, haven't you?"

"New to."

"Who's the guy?"

"Just like," replied Rumi.

"Chick or boy?"

"Obviously guys."

"Really huh?"

"Oh Allah Yes, really. I'll take a picture, I'll send it to you. Let you believe."

Debby smiled at him. "Yes eat there first, then call again after Isya."

"Yes... You eat too. Assalamualaikum ya Zaujatti."

"Guard, husband."

PIC... The phone connection was cut off, where Rumi put her phone back in the bag. He sighed then turned to look at Jimmy who was smiling. It seems like he is imagining something that is somehow, the point is Rumi is a picture of a married man who he might experience as well as the situation if he returns late or does not go home.