Pledge of Love Rumi
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Mentari came to say hello, a pair of eyes belonging to Debby blinked, when she felt the light that had begun to penetrate into the room.

In the room he saw it was alone, Rumi was not on the sofa, the toilet was not there, because the toilet was a little open. His head turned to the left and right. Looking for his own phone but did not meet.

"It looks like my phone is left at home. Where's Rumi's sister?" Debby grabs the tv remote on the desk next to her bed, then turns it on. His eyes still narrowed a little due to sleeping too long. "I want to pee again, but I can't go down. How ya?"

He checked under the bed by tilting his body. "Jeez, no. But I'm kebelet."

Debby's hands are still trying to hold her back. Until soon the door of the room opened, Rumi entered with a swipe pouch in hand, containing fresh fruit.

"Dec, what do you want? You will fall."

"You're peeing."

"Here I help." Rumi put the crackle on the table, rolled up her long sleeves and grabbed the potty below.

"I'm ashamed to wear it if it helps you."

"Why should you be ashamed. I'm your husband, you know."

"Yes just. But it seems hard to fall asleep." Debbie tried to sit down.

"Sir, the doctor told you to sleep. I can."

"Hard brother." He forced me to sit. Then he turned to look at Rumi. "Don't squint."

"Yes Allah... I have to help you."

"No need I can. facing sana–"

"Jeez Dek-Dek." Rumi chuckled he turned his back to his back.

"That's the door, lock it first."

"Nobody's gonna come in, baby."

"Let's... Keys."

"Yes... Yeah..." Rumi walked over just to close the door and then came back to Debby, and stood next to her.

"Facing there, brother, don't squeak."

"Astagfirulah..." Rumi turned her back. Debby continued her business until it was over.

"Haven't?"

"A little while." He's fixing himself, "already."

Hearing Debby Rumi's reply, she turned her head to reach the chamber pot.

"Sister, that's slovenly."

"No papa... Let me throw it away."

"But right?"

"We are husband and wife, there are no boundaries. I won't be disgusted, dear." Rumi grabbed him and took him to the bathroom to throw him away. There was the sound of water, a sign that he was also cleaning it.

'jeez... I knew she was loving, but didn't expect her to do this for me. Debby's inner self. And Rumi came out of the toilet while closing the door, then came back to the wife.

"Do you want to eat fruit? I bought an apple."

"Later on."

"Yes, that's it."

"Sister, thank you."

"thank you for what?"

"Sister is willing to do this. It must be disgusting."

Rumi smiled. "I want to ask, if my position is lying down, would you do the same? Helping to hold my stool water, then throw it away and clean it?"

"Certainly want to."

"Yes like you said. The time of the wife to the husband, even if I have to lick the pus on my husband's leg wound clean it will not be enough to repay all your responsibilities as a husband in front of Allah SWT. And things like holding your urine and then I throw it away are definitely obligatory for me to do as my filial form, and also my love for you."

"You don't feel disgusted?"

"No."

"That's what I feel too. I want to treat you, like Abi treated Umma. Because of love, so we both help each other help in case of difficulties. Like words? for example one of us does not have a hand then one of us must also be willing to be a substitute hand."

Debby smiling. "MashaAllah– I'm touched..."

"Hehehe..." Rumi kissed Debby on the forehead and rubbed his wife's stomach. "Is there still pain?"

"No, it's been quiet."

"Alhamdulillah... But there was still blood mixed with urine."

"duh... Hopefully stop the bleeding quickly. I've wanted to have a child for a long time. Don't miscarry."

"inshaAllah... Our son is strong. Rich Abinya."

"Don't rich Abinya." Debby chuckles.

"Well, don't you?"

"Father it's a whiny, son. Don't ya." Debby chuckles at Rumi's facial expression.

"Then don't be rich Umma. Snicker, grumpy-tempered."

"But Umma is kind."

"Abi is kind too."

"Pig that?"

"What's? Don't poison my future son Dek."

"Haha." Rumi had kissed Debby's stomach many times. To make his wife laugh. "It's already amused, my stomach will stiff laugh later."

Rumi let go and rubbed Debby's stomach again.

"Emmm.... By the way, how's Nuha?" Ask Debby.

"Alhamdulillah, everything is healthy."

"Alhamdulillah, male or female?"

"Male both."

"Wah– MashaAllah– Alhamdulillah... Glad."

"Yes. inshaAllah we follow ya."

"What do you want, male or female?" Debby asked in a spoiled tone.

"Whatever I am thankful." Rumi lowered her face to kiss his wife's lips.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The two gasped, and turned towards the door.

"The key forgot I haven't opened it yet. I open it first."

"Yes..." Debby smiled jail, as Rumi was canceled to kiss her earlier.

In front of the door Rumi opened slowly, and he was a little surprised to find out who was coming.

"Assalamualaikum.." greet one of them gently.

"A.... Alaikumsalam." Rumi replied in disbelief, with a couple who came.

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