Pledge of Love Rumi
have durian ice

Rumi sat next to the wife who was scratching her hand.

"Don't scratch, Deck."

"Gatels... The mosquitoes are many, you are too late outside. Who's nelfon, anyway?" Debby grumbling.

"Jimmy, he told me about going to bed with an actress."

"OOO...." Debby replied, she still focused on scratching her hand.

"It says don't scratch, here use eucalyptus oil first." The wife's hand then weaned the mosquito bite marks that caused a red bump on the arm using white wood.

Debby laughs jail, making Rumi glance.

"Why?"

"Cieee, who's getting Bumil's attention?"

"Aren't you?"

"You'll be– Again, if you can do this," Debby opened her blanket showing both legs straightened and patted. "Peals."

Rumi snorted while pushing Debby's leg with both hands.

"Hemmmm, the guts" said he then lay down his body with both hands he made a cushion and then overlap both legs Debby with his own feet. "You're the one who should have pinched my leg."

"Ih... How to be me."

"Where is a wife's paradise?"

"Married man."

"That's know, now the incandescent, cape loh spent the same mengepel two-story house."

"Oh my goodness, this one father-to-be, yes" for Debby, Rumi was just smiling to see his wife who started touching his feet. "know gini mending do not have to ask for a massage if the edges are so me."

Debby still do it even with careless, because many of her plays like today instead of massaging even pulling the feathers of Rumi's legs.

"Let's... Astagfirullah al'azim, sick." Rumi rubbed his legs, while the perpetrator only laughed with satisfaction, when he found a strand of leg hair and showed it to Rumi.

"Dapet loh, this..."

"Yes Allah... Could it really be you, Dek?" Rumi still rubbed her feet that felt spicy.

"Haha. By Allah my stomach hurts."

Rumi pulled her cheek. "Zinc...? Satisfied with you, huh?"

"Seneng dong..satisfied! Very thick feet. Here I am waxing." Ledek Deborah while releasing Rumi's hand and laughing again.

"Don't fuck around, it's a valuable asset, Maco's male sign. There will be you I will finish. Full night. Wanna?"

"Haha... Don't dong. Kasian's Dedenya." Swabbing the stomach, even though it is still flat but Debby continues to do that. I don't know how many times a day, also invite him to chat well when He wants to eat, drink milk and so on. Rumi sat down and touched her while smiling. "So, did you hear him say something?"

"Rifficulty," Rumi shook her head.

"Eh... Seriously. Dengerin? Abi... I want to eat durian ice, let's take Umma to eat durian ice. Ain't you?" Debby said with a logic that mimics the sound of children.

Rumi chuckled, "your wish is yes... That's the hell you are."

"Ih... I'm craving, this baby's born."

"What's the baby's age? It's nine o'clock tonight, don't ask for anything weird."

"Not that strange, although I originally wanted to eat fried rice while riding a car, it was eating rujak at the top of monas tonight."

"astagfirullah al'azim.O Allah, Deck." Rumi chuckles.

"Come on. Not too late, Abi." Debby blinked her eyes, while mengoel Rumi's waist.

"What the hell, is that?"

"Tomorrow, not now." Swiping Debby's head.

"Yeah... If tomorrow's cravings are another again, every day must change the menu."

"Allahu Rabbi," Rumi shook his head, and then his head was on his lap.

"Abi Rumi– come..."

"Tomorrow darling... I said tomorrow yes tomorrow. Now it's bobo."

"But Dedenya wants his ice thorns now. What will it be like?"

"The appearance of Abi lap later wear his hood Umma," replied Rumi slightly up and hugged the body of the wife to take him to sleep. Smells his wife's face endlessly, where the two laugh off when Debby tries to resist the kiss attack from Rumi.

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Thirty minutes later. The two are already preparing in the car, as Debby continues to whine for durian ice.

"Yeah... Abi's kind, son."

"You must be mah." Rumi started the engine of her car. While the wife just chuckles. After reading the basmalah, the car went out of the yard, walked out of the housing complex until it arrived on a road that was not so crowded with vehicles. "No appointment to see ya, Dek. If it closes, go straight home."

"Okay." The initial deal was like that. But look after arriving at a cafe that is closed.

"Well... Closed right? We go home yuk."

"Try it again, look for the one in area X. Come on..."

"So promise, what?"

"Come on Rumi. I really want to." Put on a cute face, while begging.

"Roof... Yes, it is." Back Rumi set the car gear and then stepped on the gas pedal. The car drove back, and arrived at the destination. The cafe is still open, but I don't know, what Debby wants is still there or not. "I'm the only one down for a message. You're here."

"Yes, husband." Sparkled. He let Rumi down and waited for a while because it seemed like the durian ice was still.

Soon Rumi got back in the car with a cup of Debby's order.

"It."

"Jeaai..." Debby grabbed him, and she immediately stabbed the plastic cover with a big straw, then tasted it. Soaking his lips, he handed it back to Rumi.

"Why?"

"It feels different, not like durian ice in a cafe that's closed there."

"It's natural that the Deck is different. But the important thing is that it can treat your curiosity, right?"

"Can't be that, brother, still less. You just finish it. The durian isn't as much as there is." Debby said.

"Sir, know what it means to appreciate someone's effort? If you're like this, you appreciate me, don't you, his name?" Ask Rumi.

"Well, what do people feel like."

"Outside..." Rumi's word when handing over the durian ice cup to Debby.

"But?"

"Don't buy something you've bought. Spending the food and drink you buy is the same as being grateful. If it's like this? You are the same kufur. So spend it."

Slowly Debby's hand reached for him. Then drink. Rumi smiled as he kissed his wife.

"My beloved smarts. Go home now, okay?" Invite Rumi, who is responded with a nod of Debby slowly. "MashaAllah my wife."

Rumi started the car engine again, then left the place, returned home. Although along the way Debby was quiet a lot but Rumi tried to stay quiet, letting the slightly irritated wife reach their home.

Seriate...