Pledge of Love Rumi
new member of Faqih family

In Jakarta....

The gray sky greeted, leaving behind a piece of twilight that began to dim.

Drizzle also came to rain down on the city with a small intensity.

It can still be said to be very light, to wet the bodies of people who do not protect themselves with their umbrellas. Who walked to the place of worship when the Adhan had called.

A' Faqih stood in front of the mirror, spraying a bit of perfume on his body.

Noah came into the room and covered his nose.

"A'a? What the hell are you wearing?" In protest of Noah, he chose to stay on the doorstep. Even though Ziya had already run in to approach Abinya who directly carried the child.

"Wear what? I'm not wearing anything." She kissed Ziya's cheeks gently as she walked towards Nuha. The woman took one step back.

"Yes my... What kind of perfume is that? It smells really bad."

"It's the perfume I used to wear." Faqih smelled the perfume on his shirt.

"The perfume of A'a, the stench of vows." Noah covered his nose.

"You how? A'a used to wear this."

"But it really stinks, change it there."

"What the hell, Neng? Tumben is protesting."

"But I swear it smells, makes you sick."

A' Faqih was silent, he then raised one hand and brought the armpits closer to Noah. When Noah saw it, he half ran away to avoid her husband.

"A'a...! No, no, no, no, really like."

"That's great, it's fragrant."

"Lebay what? Nuha Seriously, it smells nauseous." Saying the word nausea alone has made Noah decided to go ngibrit to the toilet, while holding his stomach with his left hand while his right hand covers his own mouth. Faqih who saw that just stared in confusion. Then smelling his own scent once again, he turned to Ziya?

"Geulis, Abi is fragrant, right?" Ask her daughter.

"Scented... Abi scented," replied Ziya who only followed her Abin speech without understanding what she meant. Where Faqih immediately smiled with anxiety, while kissing his son.

"Tuh, Neng just said fragrant. The basis is Umma, nih." Faqih decided to return to the room to approach Noah.

There he saw Noah coming out limp.

"A'a change her clothes there... It stinks."

"You what the hell? Wealthy is not unusual for this smell. A'a go to the mosque first. You catch a cold, maybe? a'a incandescent ya, now A'a go first." Faqih handed Ziya to Nuha who was holding her breath because she could not stand the smell of her husband's perfume, a glance of a jaily smile seemed to expand on Faqih's lips. He raised his armpits to tempt Noah.

"A'a, O God..." Noah pushed the body a little irritated. Where Faqih just chuckled then walked out of the room.

Nuha sighed, putting Ziya on the bed and grabbing the room fragrant sheets. He sprayed that room freshener a few times, and didn't he feel better? On the contrary, Noah grew nauseous with a pungent aroma. He ran back to the toilet to get his stomach out.

***

The night is getting rolling. Noah was still stuck on the living room couch, getting a warm massage on his forehead which he put on Faqih's lap.

"Neng, sleep inside. Ziya is sleepy."

"No way, in that room it smells bad."

"You what the hell? From that moment the stinking protests continued. To the extent that A'a took another bath, because you don't want to be on deketin even though A'a has changed clothes," for Faqih while gently massaging his wife's forehead.

While Noah was silent, his eyes closed unwilling to answer. Due to nausea and dizziness make it not in the mood to talk a lot.

"Sok, move neng. Rest inside yuk," he asked again. But Noah instead tilted his body facing Fakih, while hugging the circumference of his waist. "Miss?"

"No, the room stinks." Whining Noah, he preferred the scent of Faqih's body that had finished the bath rather than the scent of any perfume.

"Yes, look out, Ziya is sleepy. A'a making milk for him." Faqih held onto Noah's hand, tried to break away from his wife and sat down, while fixing her hair.

"Ziya sleepy?" Noah asked, stretching out his hands. Where the child approached Ummanya, climbed on the lap of the mother and sat facing Noah while hugging. Noah returned the hug while rubbing the child's back. "Umma's son, exhausted."

Still holding back the dizziness and nausea that he thought was better than earlier. Noah thought for a moment, then looked at the date on his phone.

"Have a date like this, I haven't got my period yet? Calculated though? I'm ten days late like that" he murmured. But he chose to keep quiet, trying to check for himself tomorrow.

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In the morning, precisely at ten o'clock Noah checked his condition with a testpack that he had just bought.

Impatiently waiting for tomorrow, he decided to check it out now.

At first hesitated, but the look of doubt turned into a smile. The red line was not very clear, but she was sure that she was pregnant again.

Nuha came out of the bathroom, she was really grateful and could not wait for A' Faqih to return. Until dusk greeted again, although he still asked Faqih to take a bath directly, with his second drama. One wanted to sit first because he was tired, while Noah could not stand the smell of perfume and Faqih's sweat mixed into one.

A few minutes later, before Maghrib time arrived. Faqih sat in the living room, pressed her digital prayer beads, recited in the evening, while accompanying Ziya to play Lego. While Nuha had just finished preparing dinner, she walked slowly to Faqih, then sat down next to her husband.

Faqih turned his head, he saw Noah's smile expand. I don't know what that means, but it's still in reply with a faint smile A' Faqih.

"A'S'... Noah wants to talk."

"By the way."

"Hope this is news that will make A' Faqih happy, when he hears it."

Faqih smiled faintly, because he seemed to already have a feeling of something. "Nepet by the way, neng."

"Nuha was checking urine with a testpack. As it turned out, there were two lines," replied Noah timidly.

Faqih who heard that was speechless. But from his two teary eyes it seems to have described if he was moved plus not believing.

"How mean? MashaAllah neng." Faqih grabbed Noah's head and kissed his wife's forehead gently.

"Yes, that." Noah chuckled, for A'a kissed his cheek many times.

"That's what? Oh my goodness, darling. A'a want to be loved by another child?"

"Yes A'a..."

"MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah O Rabbi." Faqih hugged Noah's body tightly, muttering Hamdallah many times. Then release it for a moment. He smiled as Noah wiped the happy tears in his eyes. Then landed a kiss on the forehead with the right hand touching the stomach of Noah while his lips murmured a prayer for the fetus in the womb of the wife.