Pledge of Love Rumi
again scowling

The scorching afternoon, brought Rumi's quick steps towards the place of worship.

Adhan Dzuhur has passed a few minutes ago even almost half an hour.

The meeting really took a long time, the article is discussed very much. From achievements that have not met the target, to other plans that are being discussed in order to support consumer interest.

There is another thing that makes him feel anxious, is when the boss asks the design team to start working better. Some rebukes also slide, bombarding those who are considered sluggish, so many who bow their heads, the achievement is very far from the target set while the end of the year is only one month away, that's why Mr. Felix or the father of Justin was an emotion when dealing with the team.a meeting that creates tension even though it does not last long, but how else that is the world of work.

In mosque...

the coldness of the room made Rumi's heart feel a little calm. Rest in the house of God is a quick way to restore the heat of the soul.

Today Mr. Kyai was not present, but it sounded cool that he would marry his daughter. Smile, and sparkling eyes always appeared Jimmy every time he met.

You already know the answer, right? The man was accepted when proposing to a sweet shady girl a few months ago, he told me with a passionate feeling. Really he really got the durian collapsed, because recently he was also promoted to rise to office, plus several projects whose goal made him get a bonus that is not small, another one? Meida– the girl will soon be her life companion. Truly a multiplied sustenance.

Rumi is happy, everyone has their own luck, their own sustenance, and their own happiness. There was not the slightest hint of envy veiled in the minds of the man whose age was already close to thirty years old.

He always gave support to his friend. That is the answer of his privilege while keeping his bachelor, leaving something that was once considered truly adoration of heart, for the sake of a real angel.

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The sky back darkened he had reached home since seven o'clock, because not until the Maghrib Adhan he had taken the start to Jakarta.

Rumi is currently cutting fresh fruit, dividing it into two plates containing pieces of apples, dragon fruit and pear.

He took the two plates outside, handed them to his father in the front room who was reading the Holy Quran.

Ustadz Irsyad glanced over from the top of his glasses, pausing his reading.

"A meal, Bi." Put the plate on the table, right in front of Ustadz Irsyad.

"MashaAllah, thank you. Good for this kid." Ustadz Irsyad chuckles. Rumi just smiled. He walked back in with one plate.

Give it to the wife who is busy enjoying the animated series while giggling, when the character of the blue cat is getting a reply after having evil intentions to brown rats.

Debby turned her head when the door opened, muffling her laughter that had shaken her stomach.

"Dec, the fruit is."

"Law... Thanks husband. Bribe–" spoiledly those words were thrown from the lips of the wife. Rumi, who was now silent, had already pierced one piece of apple with a small fork.

"It– open his mouth." Rumi pointed a piece of the apple at Debby, who swiftly opened her mouth... Enter the fruit, immediately chewed slowly by the wife.

"Eating from Rumi's hands is another."

Rumi smiled, glancing with anxiety. "What makes another?"

"Fresh and delicious." Chuckling, his hands gently rubbed his stomach which again felt a movement. "It looks like Dede agreed."

"MashaAllah's... That's a compliment or a way to stay pampered like this?"

Debby chuckled, she kissed her husband's cheek. Indeed lately Debby more often give kisses. The affection for her husband seems to be increasing, balanced with jealousy which often invites a sense of wonder and fatigue to explain from Rumi.

"Morning?" Rumi directed the piece of fruit near the mouth that was ready to devour it. Debby shook her head slowly, letting the fruit be swallowed first.

"Not, but the afternoon. Want to go to Senayan area. Play the bike there."

"How far to Senayan? The park is just here."

"Aaaa... I want Senayan. I saw a television show covering the afternoon. A lot of people go there. Let's go there too."

"Dec, sorry. I'm actually being pursued by the deadline, because the target must be met by the end of this month.

Now I have to go overtime. So tomorrow I can't promise."

Debby's lips pursed slightly, she grinned as she turned her face as Rumi pointed the pear piece towards her.

"Dek–"

"You're busy now."

"I'm busy because of the demands of work, not me, after all I do for you and our children too."

"But you have to be fair to manage the time, this is not what I want either. I want this kid." Debby replies.

Helping the breath of Rumi sounds soft, since Debby is pregnant is increasingly frequent.

"I also want to be spoiled," he continued.

"Open me to always spoil you?"

"Not as often as you used to, try it now. Keep me asleep until morning. Come on..."

"I'll hug you later, as usual."

"No. I'll stay awake while you're moving."

"Sir, only at the end of each year will I be busy. If it's normal, I'll be normal again."

Debby, who was just silent, chose to lower her body, sleep on her side and then turned her back.

While his lips were grumbling, irritated.

"I just want to be spoiled and noticed, that's all. What a hard thing." Clear thread dripping. Trivial things that are always the cause of the problems between him and his wife often make Rumi feel tired and want to try to inhabit his wife alone.

Like at the moment

He put the fruit plate on the table, covered Debby's body until a boat and then moved.

Debby who was silent felt more and more riled up. Want him to curse a little but how else? She could not have done so to her husband, who was actually harming herself.

When the room lights are turned off and Rumi prefers to go out to meet her Abinya.

Debby turned her head as the door closed, and returned to her position.

"It's not sensitive!" The more riled up, he rubbed his tears which actually did not need to be taken too seriously a trivial problem like this. But it is commonplace that happens to the wives, consider her husband less attention, even though the husband has tried to be the best.