Pledge of Love Rumi
attending the wedding of Kak Gallen

In front of the room door, Rumi fell silent. Thinking of something I don't know. Then beristighfar and choose to go back in.

Maybe he should understand his pregnant wife. Because the condition of pregnant women is different, so just give up for these moments, like what Abinya always titukkan.

Just as the door was opened, he caught Debby grabbing the plate with fruit and not, and tilted her back to him.

The tall man smiled, he closed the door again after entering and sat down next to Debby. Rubbing the head of the wife gently,

"Not eating the fruit?"

"No!" ketus answer.

"Yes." grabbed the plate on the table. Rumi stabbed one piece of apple. The sound of pieces of fruit being smoothed with teeth made Debby open her eyes, she turned her head.

"Sister Rumi what?"

"Eat the fruit" he answered lightly.

"You have me."

"So he didn't want to."

"Yes, but don't eat." Debby sat down.

"Nobody is forbidden to eat. I'm also the one who cut, anyway if for tomorrow it's not good." Rumi ate one piece of the fruit quickly.

"But right?" Debby snatches the fork in Rumi's hand. "It's still mine, brother, it's thanks."

"bluff... Do you still want to eat fruit from me? Should've taken care of the image."

Debby did not care that she preferred to stab the fruit on the plate that was still in the hands of the husband. Because Debby's anger is often said. But soon his condition improved.

Rumi reviewed the smile. And immediately gave a kiss on his wife's forehead. His actions invited a sense of happiness that seemed to immediately melt the annoyance and sadness earlier.

"Cock back, don't you want to go catch up?" Debby asked, with her mouth still chewing.

"You want me to?"

Debby just fell silent, because in her heart she replied? I don't want to, I'm glad you're back.

"It's possible that if we go to Senayan tomorrow afternoon, it's not papa, even though it's not until night" he said, touching the wife's stomach.

Debby bit the fork, smiling shyly.

"What really?"

"Yes, but there's a condition."

"What's? Don't be weird." Swagging spoiled on Rumi's arm.

"Not strange."

"Yes what?"

Rumi smiled.

"Can? Must be thinking something weird again."

"No... Naw... Dear. I just want you to change your attitude. Don't be too easy to snatch. We want to have a child."

Debby's lips pursed, "what am I impressed with? It's all because of Rumi too."

"I why?"

"Yes, I've been feeling the cuekin lately" replied Debby. Rumi sighed, and pulled Debby's cheek.

"How often do I give you attention? You will lose by ignoring it once. That's why, I always ask you not to think too much about something that will involve your feelings. The end is not good, right?"

"Yes, but I need more love."

Debby is goatee-beard, like anything she will still lose to her husband's argument. Rumi gently rubbed her head.

"Nah– tomorrow, we're going after Ashar? Later when we get close to the magrib we go home."

"Yes, husband."

"MashaAllah, let's sleep it's night." Take him while putting an empty plate on the table, then lay his body on Debby's side while hugging, he began humming, chanting sholawat Prophet for him. A thing that makes Debby always calm when sleeping is not Nina Bobo anymore now, but sholawat Prophet from the lips of the husband.

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Week by week went well, until it changed months after.

In the time that is getting closer to the day of the termination of Ustadz Irsyad as a lecturer?

His belongings on campus even little by little began to be brought home.

Today Rumi was stunned, seeing two container boxes under the stairs, before his departure to Bandung to attend his sister-in-law's wedding later that evening.

Abi really will move another month, seen from some of the items he has prepared.

"Sister Rumi, hold this. I'm ribbing." Debby handed me her bag which Rumi grabbed. While he was carrying a pair of socks up to the sofa in the middle room. Intended to install but a little difficulty due to an increasingly distended stomach.

"Slowly. Here I help you put it together." Rumi crouched down with one leg at the bend. He grabbed a sock, put it on his wife's right foot, then his left foot.

Debby stared with a smile, such treatment she had often received from her husband, one of the things she needed to be grateful for.

"Nothing right, Dek?" Ask Rumi.

"Comfortable. Thank you husband." Debby smiled happily.

"Same-sama dear, yuk road. It's noon." Rumi grabbed his wife's hands, helping her stand up. Then walk with hands clinging to each other out.

One o'clock this afternoon, the sun is at odds. Debby rubbed a little sweat on her forehead with a tissue when she just got into the car. His eye rays caught a folding fan made of thin bamboo and cloth. A souvenir that he got the other day, when he met one of Rumi's friends in the Jatinegara area.

Rumi immediately turned on the car AC, so that the wife felt more comfortable, and the car drove.

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In a fairly beautiful building with decorations, dominant pastel colors. That night Rumi and Debby arrive, after a short break at Debby's parents' house.

Debby's eyes condensed, catching a married couple who had just taken the wedding vows in front of the pastor this morning.

They had done a series of events, and now the bride and groom were holding a long knife to cut the wedding cake which was about three meters high. Crisp laughter emanated from the two as their hands worked to feed the pieces of the cake in turn, indicating they were truly happy. Sis Gallen in a matching colored suit with the wife who wrapped her body in a wedding dress like a Disney queen, really very graceful.

The time came when the visitors congratulated him. Debby hesitated a little, she was afraid to make her brother embarrassed because the sister came with her hijab syar'i.

"Let's go there–" asked Rumi to the wife, Debby turned her head for a moment.

"We're here, brother."

"Why?"

"Sir Gallen didn't know we were coming. So I'm afraid, there's going to be something I don't want. Which will embarrass you instead" replied Debby softly. Just look at the people looking at him with strange looks. Because most of the invited guests there is no hijab.

Although some are Muslim, they are on average not hijab. And it looks like only Debby is using that shar'i cloth on her head.

"Don't think no. We must congratulate brother. Come walk–" Rumi held the hand of Debby who continued to hold back the move, which was filled with worry.

Before long, Mama caught her two children who were still quite far from the altar seat. He also whispered something to one of the WO Crew (wedding organizer). The man nodded then walked over to Debby and Rumi.

"Excuse me, mbak and mas are encouraged to go up to the altar to congratulate the bride and groom."

"Emmmm....?" Debby hesitantly looked at the husband who had nodded with a smile. Rumi grabbed the hand of the wife holding him tightly, venturing to approach the two brides there.