Pledge of Love Rumi
visiting the parlor

Back to Debby and Mary.

As in the initial plan, after from the salon the two also stopped by one of the orphanages owned by acquaintances of his aunt.

But because the Dzuhur Adhan has reverberated they also rest for a moment in one of the mosques to undergo prayer. Only then continue the journey, to the destination.

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In a not so big parlour, came out a woman who was about fifty years old,

Her warm smile exuded the motherly nature of Him.welcomed Maryam and Debby with joy, like a mother whose children came from the region. Call it Ummi Hajar. Women are lush and not too tall, have a mature brown skin color, hijab display with thick glasses attached to both eyes.

"MashaAllah, my daughter is coming." He greeted her kindly, and hugged Maryam tightly.

"Assalamualaikum Ummi, how are you?" Maryam asked, replying to the embrace of a woman whom she already considered to be her mother.

"Guil, good dear." Let go, then rub Maryam's arm. He looked at Debby at the side. "Who is this?"

"Deborah Ma'am." Debby grabbed the woman's hand, then kissed the back of her hand.

"Debora? MashaAllah, that's so sweet." Praise him.

"He's my nephew, Mi. Son of my Koko in Bandung."

"Oh... Worth it, looks like your ethnicity." Chuckles. "Let's go in."

"Yes Ummi." Answer Maryam.

They also entered the home. A warm welcome was immediately poured out to the two Chinese women. Some of them immediately ran closer, then splashed in the arms of the woman they called Ummi Maryam.

Debby who saw that smiled happily, like special guests she greeted one by one, as Maryam introduced her to them.

Yes. There are many small children there, the number can be up to a dozen children. Among them are toddlers whose fate is not lucky, because they live just like that by their parents

Debby's gaze was on one of the five-month-old baby girls.

He was very happy to smile, even just in the face, he had widened his smile.

"Hey... What's name?" Debby asked, holding the boy's hand. Who then grips his index finger.

"I'm Hanum" replied one of the nurse's older sisters who was accompanying him.

"Well, what a pretty name. Can I carry a sling?" Ask Debby.

"May please."

It was with a feeling of pleasure that Debby carried him. The boy looked happy.

"Hanum's... Lovely you."

"This kid just came in a few months ago." Ummi Hajar.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, and when I saved him, it was dramatic."

"What happened?"

"So, this kid was found crying alone in a contract."

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Completely alone?" Debby asked, her eyes already glazed over.

"Yes, and maybe the kid just left his parents behind. According to the owner of the contract? the woman who was signaled was the mother of the child had only rented the contract for about five days, but as long as it never looked out of the house."

"Geez, so how long has this kid in the house been alone?"

"In the contract there are approximately three days, which is more concerning this child appears limp, probably because it does not drink."

"Yes Allah... It's the cassian." Debby kissed a toddler's cheek in her cradle. The toddler smiled, he even touched Debby's face. It seems like he can feel comfortable.

for nearly half an hour in Deborah's arms, she fell asleep.

While the chatter is still going on, between Aunt Maryam, Debby, and Ummi Hajar. Discussing many things, then lapse a few minutes they try to play for a while with some orphanage children.

Debby kissed Hanum, rubbed her slightly thin cheeks. Although the mother said the home was more mending, than when she was found.

There was a heavy feeling of leaving the toddler, but he had to go home.

nor can he linger in this home, because he must get home before four in the afternoon, according to the wishes of the husband.

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Arriving home, Debby hastily prepares dinner dishes for the family.

Although Rumi had asked Debby to rest alone, but because the bitter melon was cut into pieces this morning it was a pity if he did not process it.

A short time later, Rumi who had just finished his work was now on standby in the kitchen to help his wife.

Helped do whatever he needed to do, without disturbing Debby's focus on food processing.

And a stir-fry bitter melon was finished in the cook, just stay to cook another dish. Soon he prepared the ingredients for his return. And closed with some kitchen cleaning, after finishing with their cooking battle.

"Sister?" Debby was sitting on the dining table chair, which was on the top lap by her husband.

"Hmm?"

"Sister Rumi believes it, doesn't he? What if a woman throws away her child?"

"Certainly believe it, Deck. Many such cases with their various reasons."

"But kan– wants whatever the reason? Throwing away flesh blood itself is inhumane."

"For us it is because we know what his sins are. But they might as well be asked? I definitely don't want to do that." Rumi turned her head, she stopped her work, washed her hands and sat down next to Debby. "What's wrong, suddenly ask that?"

"So right into the parlor, I felt a little sad. Seeing a lot of kids without parents. Most of the stories are sad, until there's one that pinches my heart the most." Debby also tells the story of a toddler named Hanum, where Rumi who seemed serious listened. "And it's not humane, if it gets left behind. The boy was even skinny. Seems like malnourished too."

"But I'm sure the boy must have been well cared for in the parlor."

"I hope so. But seeing it like that is so desirable?" Debby glances.

"What?"

"It's nothing." He paused to ask what he should not be in a hurry to say.

Rumi smiled. "Don't just think of children, and you want to come there often."

"Geez, does Rumi understand what that means?"

"It looks like it is." Rumi smiled. "In essence we are indeed endeavors, making decisions for adoption and so we can make the last way, that too if there is really a verdict that says that we can not. But I'm sure we'll still have a baby."

"Emmm, yes, brother."

"No papa? I didn't offend, did I?"

"No, but sometimes the impression is the same as you."

"Can, wait the day after tomorrow. From Bandung."

"Oh yes, tomorrow you leave. It must be again." Debby pouting.

"Not knowing, too, dear. I'm working."

"Hmmm..."

"Don't sulk. I'll buy mooncake tomorrow."

"In the same cake shop as the cake that Justin loved at that time, you know."

"Astagfirullah why inget really, if he ever love cake."

"Not so, I just love that store's cake." Nyengir, where Rumi just shut up. "Don't be jealous, I really like the cake."

"Everyone is fine." Rumi sauntered away, while Debby immediately followed him while chuckling with anxiety.