Pledge of Love Rumi
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The night came again, after Isya Debby who was sitting at the dresser, neatly combing her long hair almost waist.

Occasionally he threw away some strands of hair that stuck in between his comb.

"My hair is long, I want to shave. Where is the shaving? It's getting longer and falling out." He spoke to himself as he stared into the mirror. Before long the ringing of the phone rang, a phone call from her aunt made her smile appear on the sweet lips of Debora, she also pressed the receive button. "Assalamualaik."

📞"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah. How's Deb doing?" Tanya Aunt Maryam in sebrang.

"Good God."

📞"Tante listen, lately you are a bit often not feeling well huh?"

"Ahhhhh... Not a aunt, either" replied Debby.

📞"Really? But today is healthy, right?"

"Yes I'm healthy, I'm not healthy that after therapy. The heat must be bad, if it's past a few days it's normal again."

📞"Alhamdulillah then, Aunt had worried about you, More about your problem that." Maryam did not continue. Debby smiled, too.

"I'm doing fine. Rumi understood. Even though I don't know about Abi."

📞"Tante is sure your father-in-law will not demand once to get a grandson immediately from you guys anyway. It seems he's not that type."

"Yes Aunty, Debby please do," said Debby, both silent for a moment. "oh yes... Aunt, I want a haircut. But now Debby's in the hijab, where's the good haircut? It's about safe to open the hijab."

📞"Tomorrow come with Aunt only, to the salon syar'i. There will be a curtain for the hijab."

"That's it, I may. Aunty's not busy?"

📞"Auntie actually wants to go to the orphanage, but it can be a bit late afternoon," replied Maryam who always self-aggrandize, every weekend on the second Sunday She had to go to the orphanage owned by her friend.

"Replace? Can Debby come?"

📞"Can, but permission first with your husband yes."

"It's definitely Auntie."

Maryam smiled, the voice of the nearest Debby cheerful as usual. It was a sign that his nephew was fine.

📞"Yes already, ten o'clock in the morning. You don't forget Aunt's confirmation after getting permission from Rumi."

"Yes... Yeah..."

📞"Yes already, I'm closing. Assalamualaikum."

"My beautiful aunt Walaikumsalam." Debby shut the phone.

"It's over?" Asked Rumi who was already sitting on their bed.

"Oh Allah, Brother Rumi when will he enter?"

"It's new" replied Rumi. He patted the edge of the empty bed next to him, asking his wife to sit where she wanted. With Debby's spirit up, she walked up to her husband and sat down next to him, and laid her head on Rumi's lap.

"Sister, tomorrow I'm going with Auntie?"

"Emmm... Where's where?" Rubbing Debby's forehead.

"To the salon, I want a haircut."

"I like your long hair." Rumi lowered her head and gently kissed her forehead.

"But my hair is falling out. I want to be cut under my shoulder."

"Lovel a little bit."

"That's been a long time. All I want is under my ears."

"Eh... No, just cut it a little."

"Ih..."

"Not kidding?"

"But I want short hair."

"I want it to be long. Long hair is graceful, Dek."

"Yes but, 'Can?"

"Eh... What'sthis?" Chuckles.

"Exercise the night," replied Rumi smiling, starting to launch a kiss several times on the cheek.

"Lock the door first," Debby held Rumi's face down while chuckling.

"I've locked it. I'm the guy's fast-moving."

"Haha... Oh, my God, Rumi." Debby had resigned herself, when Rumi had touched her forehead, reciting a prayer before rhyming. Until a small fondling is given, starting an intimate activity that only runs a few minutes but is able to add warmth in the relationship of a couple.

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The morning came again...

Cold air in the morning is still a little dim it has brought Debby and Rumi around the complex area where they live. Take a leisurely walk, although not far away, but quite decent.

On the sidelines of their footsteps, the two cross paths with another young couple, who seemed to be running out of the market.

Carry a basket containing vegetables and side dishes that they will process.

"Assalamualaikum, Rumi mas." Greet the man.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Bang Fahrur." Rumi shook her hand. "Fresh, early in the morning have you finished shopping?"

"Yes, this holiday." Chuckles.

"Street? Not tired?" Ask Rumi.

"Lumayan anyway, while the streets are not strong. Let's.we go first, Mas."

"Oh... Aye." Yeah." Rumi and Fahrur shook hands again before the new couple left.

"Sister, I saw a cake. It looks good" Debby said.

"Where?"

"In the hands of the woman who was with the man. Because the pocket is white so it looks. There is a lot of chocolate. I want that."

"Emmm, that seems to be buying in the market."

"Yes we've been to the market." suggested Debby excitedly.

"Distant Deck. Let's go home first yeah, get a bike."

"No. Just go the road."

"But far away Deck, pretty far away."

"Aaaa.ayo keep going."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, are you? If you want something nothing can not be delayed."

"If it's delayed even mending not be all of you."

"Well, there will be a manyun who lives all day." Rumi pressed both of Debby's cheeks, anxious.

"Iiihhh come... Let's go for it."

"Yes, come. If you're tired, don't ask for a sling."

"Depends. Husband is Strong." Ledek Debby with a smile.

"Strong is strong, but from market to home? It's too."

"Hehehe... Rumi's sister," Debby hit Rumi's shoulder. Afterward, again walking with hands linked together, down the sidewalk, chatting there and there until without feeling until they are in an area that is quite crowded, namely the morning market. That's what people call it, because the market is open from two in the morning, and closed at eight in the morning.

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actually the author still wants to add chapters, and updated tomorrow, but because you do not want to be late, so today deh. essentially I am not able to update every day. so please understand yes. 🙏🙏🙏