Pledge of Love Rumi
heavy-heartedness

After talking, Rumi returned to the room in a lethargic condition.

Debby caught a look of sadness, as well as the remains of a cry like her.What's up, huh?

Wondering in his mind. Little did he hear the cry of Noah below, as well as his words in a slightly raised tone. Although he did not mean to eavesdrop, he only went out for a while, getting to the stairs only to pick up water in the dispenser that was available next to the sofa.

Rumi sat down while sighing deeply, then daydreaming. Carefully clutching her belly, which became increasingly distended, Debby dragged her body apart.

Touching the shoulders of the husband who was looking down while removing the clear circles in his two eyes.

"Sister" he called carefully. Rumi turned his head, he was unable to answer the call other than directly clutching his wife's body tightly. His shoulders shook, the man cried with his face set on his wife's shoulder.

"Sister Rumi why, what's wrong?" Debby asked softly.

While Rumi chose not to answer, in addition to Isak lirih her husband who sounded quite heartbreaking, even Debby also wanted to cry. He rubbed Rumi's back slowly.

Letting her husband for a moment let go of his sadness. When the approach that increasingly feels tight.

Until a few minutes have passed... Rumi was already starting to control herself. He let go of his embrace, Debby smiled as she wiped the tears that were still left in both of Rumi's eyes. Now the face looks reddened by the cry that had reached a whim, this is the second time during his life with Rumi he saw the man crying until like this, the last he saw when Umma came home.

Sipap Debby, immediately gave a glass of water to the husband. Rumi accepted it and rubbed Debby's head for a moment before drinking it.

Although in a position of fear, Rumi still did not leave the sunah of the Prophet who did three breaths, said basmallah before drinking one gulp and said hamdallah afterwards up to three times, then he spent it.

Rumi was still trying to dispel her grief, she lowered her head while squeezing the empty glass with both hands.

Slowly Debby touched it, grabbed Rumi's one hand, brought her closer and placed it on her stomach.

"Abi why? Let's tell Umma." Debby spoke in a voice made like a child. Rumi, who looked at her with a deep look of sadness, smiled faintly, lowered her head and kissed Debby's stomach for quite a while.

A gentle swipe is given by the wife, right on the head of the husband who is still at home sticking his lips there.

Rumi raised her head again, then touched the wife's cheek.

"I'm too weak, right?" Rumi asked, her voice still hoarse. Debby shook her head slowly, she was curious about what her father-in-law was talking about to Nuha and Rumi until she presented a truly heart-wrenching cry.

"What's going on? Why is Rumi's sister crying like this?"

"Abi–" Rumi was still holding back, so that her cries would no longer come out.

"Abi? What's wrong with Abi?"

"So let's go to Magelang."

"Aprayers?" Debby's voice asked. His heart was also sad when asking questions about the reason Abinya chose to move to the village.

Rumi said everything, what Abi Irsyad said was below. Though he had looked stiff, but after arriving in the room, he actually cried until like that. Debby who had dripped her clear circle seemed to feel the weight of the heart.

"Shall Abi go to Magelang? Is there really no one taking care of the cottage?"

"There, Mbah Sarowi. His brother the late Mbah Kakung. One of his children, while the other now lives in Purworejo. So there are only two people left, Mbah Sarowi is already old, so he said he wanted to retire even though still sometimes still taught the book, but it's a bit rare."

Debby wiped her own tears. Abi Irsyad is only in-law. But he really considered him a child, not infrequently even spelled out often, Abi gave him pocket money with a nominal that is not small. In fact, every Abi came home from anywhere, never empty-handed. Always carry anything, whether martabak, donuts or bread from famous brands.

she say?

if you do not buy anything, Abi feels like there is less, Nduk, he said the other day.

Especially the figure of Debby is a child who is very enthusiastic if brought souvenirs, whatever it is. He will immediately be excited to open it and taste it, which is why Abi Irsyad likes to bring souvenirs for the son-in-law every time he travels.

Not to forget also, he always shop vegetables and fresh food ingredients every day in the fresh market, all for the sake of the son-in-law so as not to need to shop again.

"And Abi said, if we'd better stay in Bandung. Ade, you agree? If we just move to Bandung?" Ask Rumi.

"Hand?"

"Yes, we're moving there."

"Why should we move, why would we stay here?" Debby asked confusedly.

"No problem, all right? your womb is getting closer to the month of birth, and some people say. A wife would be more comfortable if she was born close to her mother."

Debby shaking. "Not everyone, I'm happy if there's Mama by my side. But after giving birth even if there is only you I am okay brother. And if we go to Bandung? This house is completely empty. It's not well-maintained, baby, is it?"

Rumi fell silent because what Debby said was true.

"So you don't papa if we stay here?"

"No papa."

"Even if I have to be in Bandung?"

"Emmmm...?" Debby was silent for a moment, the pair of eyes still returned the gaze of the husband before her. Actually he did not want to if he was constantly far from Rumi. A ringing of the phone rang out, he saw the name of the manager in his vision on the screen.

Previously Rumi asked permission to take her phone call and spoke for a while, not long after the phone was closed.

"What's he saying?"

"Tomorrow, there's a meeting from the center. So everyone has to get together."

"Why not yesterday? You go to Bandung tomorrow again dong?"

"Name also works, Dek. How else to."

"I'm coming again?"

"Sir, for today don't ya."

"Why?"

"Riskan, just last Sunday we came home from Bandung."

"But you don't do it, do you?"

"inshaAllah is not." Wipe those little cabi cheeks. "Not a papa?"

Debby puffed her cheeks and nodded slowly.

"We're resting."

"You're not sad anymore, are you?"

Rumi stared warmly at the face that looked paler than usual, because Debby was really anti-use makeup lately.

"Little but not papa. I'm better. I don't know when Abi walks."

Debby hugged the neck of her husband. Smell at that thin cheek.

"There's me, and your son. Don't be sad, God willing, everything will go well. When Abi was in Magelang."

Rumi smiled, then gently touched those ripe lips. Giving a kiss that is quite exciting, even if only making out, it does not cross the line. Because since the pregnancy of Rumi's wife so began to limit having sex with her, ya– only limited to worry, so He prefers to hold back his desires.