Pledge of Love Rumi
Munchiness

The day goes on, writing down a new series of events in Debby and Rumi's lives.

Activities that will continue in the same order. Waking up in the morning, bathing, worshiping, then routine activities he lakoni every day.

With her face still a little pale, Debby prepared a breakfast menu.

Not a special dish, just a simple meal that the family loved.

It was heard in a small chat outside, between Abi Irsyad and Rumi who had just returned from the mosque, entering the house with occasional chuckles softly. Debby smiled, because all the dishes were finished and she arranged.

"The fragrance came out... MashaAllah." Praise Abi Irsyad, who entered the kitchen room with Rumi.

"What time, Bi?" Debby blushed. He grabbed Rumi's hand outstretched to him, then kissed the back of the husband's hand.

"Seriousness. Are you healthy?" Abi Irsyad asked, releasing his alphabet, hanging on the back of the dining chair, and then sitting on the chair.

"Alhamdulillah Bi," replied Debby with a smile.

"Thank God." replied Abi Irsyad, grabbing the empty glass that was cupped in the tray along with the teapot containing mineral water next to it. Slowly throw it and drink it. "Alhamdulillah..."

"Want breakfast now, Bi?" Ask Debby.

"May, the thing is that Abi had a morning lecture. So we have to leave immediately."

"That's it, this is Abi's plate."

"Thank you, Nduk."

"Together." Smiling knots, then turned to look towards Rumi who was also already sitting. "You have breakfast, brother?"

"Yes" replied Rumi. He saw at the dinner table that there was no vegetable tofu mixed with sprouts, or other stir-fry like the previous days.

"What's wrong? Rumi wants another menu?"

"No, there seems to be something missing from the daily menu."

"Oh... Yes, I did not cook the bean sprouts today," replied Debby softly as she placed a plate containing two rice pitchers, then placed it in front of Rumi.

"Why?"

"No papa, I'm afraid to get bored."

"I'm not bored, Dek. I even like it." Reply with a little lie, so that Debby's spirit returns. Even though he himself really did not want to eat the vegetable.

Debby just smiled, she grabbed Rumi's prayer mat lying on the back of the chair, then grabbed the property of Ustadz Irsyad too. Then walk slowly to the prayer room.

Abi Irsyad cleared his throat, looking at Rumi who had turned her head to look at Debby.

"Rumi, she's okay, right?"

Rumi. "Emmm... Yes Bi."

"No problem, right?"

Rumi was silent for a moment, then shook her head slowly.

"Thank God, Abi was just worried that she was tired. Because I do homework here. Yes, although we still help, but he definitely needs something else. Take him for a walk. You don't have much work today, do you?"

"No really... Because there's no new email from the boss."

"Well then, just take her away. This morning. Where is it."

Rumi agreed, he smiled faintly at the advice of Abinya.

***

Nine o'clock, after Dhuha prayer. Both take a leisurely walk in the park. The location is not so crowded visitors, but there are still a handful of people who are enjoying the morning that has not been so hot.

Debby stared at one of the lakes, which were calm.

The chirping of birds is even still heard, quite soothing to the soul that is covered with a little feeling of sadness.

"Sir, want some snacks?" Ask Rumi. Debby shook her head slowly. "Want a drink?" He asked Debby, who was now looking, then shook her head again.

"Having a child must be fun."

"Just the same."

"What is the same? It must be different, life becomes more colorful. Because as a woman, she would be more perfect if she could give a child to her husband." Debby replied with a straight look towards the lake.

"Don't be so drawn into grief and fear that you shouldn't think too much of Deck" said Rumi, looking seriously at his wife. He took Debby by the hand and took her somewhere else, looking for an empty seat for them to sit on. The wind blows softly, so a little make the hijab Debby fluttering slowly.

The two fell back silent, within the quiet scope of nature. Debby pulled out a notebook from her bag.

He described words that read 'hope.' after that he fell silent, wiping the clear hairs that suddenly welled up in his eye patch. Rumi grabbed him, making Debby a little surprised. He wrote an Arabic script under a word Debby had not yet succeeded.

"Read..." Rumi handed the book to Debby again. The woman grabbed him slowly. Then try to read it.

"Wa la tahinu wa la tahzanu wa antumul-a'launa ing mu`minin florets." he raised his eyeballs glancing towards Rumi.

"Do you know what a letter is?"

"What letter?"

"Ali Imran verse one hundred and thirty-nine" answered Rumi, he again grabbed a book in Debby's hand and recorded something under it. Then give it to Debby again. "Read it again, try. That's pretty loud, let me hear."

Rumi's order was immediately revealed, he read it.

"Do not be weak, and do not be sad, but you are the highest of men, if you are believers." Debby fell silent, her eyes still fixed on Rumi's handwriting.

"Being patient is one of the qualities of a believer." Rumi said, while stroking the head of the wife gently.

"Maybe it's true, I'm not patient. I'm just worried, indeed Rumi's own sister, doesn't want to have offspring?" Debby answered softly.

"Who does not want offspring from his partner? All married men expect that. But what does it look like from me. If I demand it in a hurry from you?" Rumi's words made Debby raise her head, she shed tears. "No, right? I'll be patient Deck, anytime at his love."

"But right? If it turns out I?"

"What's? Wanna say what? What exactly is Ade afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of disappointing Abi, and you certainly are."

"Dad?"

"Nuha has given her 3 grandchildren. While me? When do I make your Abi happy?" Debby interrupts.

"Abi's been quite happy and grateful, when she had a daughter-in-law as good as you, Dek."

"Lying, Abi will be disappointed." Debby turned her face away, wiping away the tears.

"Dad?" Rumi held Deborah's hand. "Abi never said she wanted to rush to have grandchildren from us. Sedikasihnya, and Abi also always told me to be patient as well. Momongan is sustenance, which I do not know when it comes. So be patient, don't be discouraged."

"How are you?"

"What?"

"When can't I have children?"

"Astagfirullah... Can you be honest, right? I'm really mad at you, Dek. Every time you say that, it's the same as prayer."

"Jawab why the hell?" Debby shook Rumi's hand, and spoke in a slightly restrained voice.

Rumi sighed. "You want me to answer you how else? I replied, I'm not demanding to hurry."

"Yes another answer. Let me just calm down." Grunt.

"Astagfirullah al'azim..." Rumi bobble head.

"Can't answer. But it's easy, I just don't want to give you the choice. And fared the same as Aunt Maryam, became a widow at a young age."

"Allahu Rabbi... You think you're far away."

"Well, what else, this is a critical issue." It's a little bit cranky. Until making the atmosphere that was adem ayem is now suddenly hot.