Pledge of Love Rumi
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"Grandfather–" Ziya's cry shrieked from a distance.

The little girl with her hijab waved from Rumi's sling as Ustadz Irsyad turned his head with a smile.

He approached her immediately.

"Grandfather, Ziya was looking for grandfather but grandfather was here again."

"Yes, grandfather is looking for crickets" replied Ustadz Irsyad who immediately took over holding his first grandchild.

"Find the crickets, are there any here?"

"There– much. Try to listen to yes... Kruuukkk." Ustadz Irsyad called for the sound of crickets.

"Cicadas sound kruhuukkk?" cibir Ziya's.

"Oh wrong, huh? How does the word sound?"

"Kriei... Kriiikk..."

"Grandfather found his cricket."

"Where?" Ziya's eyes were hunting, looking left and right

"It–" Ustadz Irsyad raised Ziya's body high enough and kissed her stomach area, making the little girl laugh.

Rumi who looked at it just smiled letting Abinya chat with her first grandchild.

The ringing of the phone rang, Rumi sparkled a little, as Debby contacted her.

"Assalamualaikum, Deck?"

"From that on the phone?"

"Yes the signal's a little hard, sorry."

"No papa, husband. I just miss." she said from afar, Rumi also turned to Abinya who was smiling, while covering her mouth with her index finger. It was done the same with Ziya who also put his index finger on the lips while giggling as Ustadz Irsyad walked pierced away from Rumi who was just a head bobble.

"I'm also Dek. Very longing, same baby Dede too," replied Rumi when Abi Irsyad was getting away.

"Yes Abi. I'm the motion continues, long time not smelled the same in the swab." ledek Debby.

"MashaAllah, later if Abi comes home in a swab until Umma can not sleep because of his carelessness."

"Hahaha, my goodness Abi." Debby over there hugged the couch cushion more and more, as she sat in the middle seat. "Later to go straight to Bandung, right?"

"inshaAllah, Deck. Because I took Abi's car alone. So you can go straight to Bandung."

"Oos... Um, what time was it?"

"Morning... Because yesterday was the night. Gallen's sister so stay at Papa's?"

"Yay– has good news too."

"What?"

"Sir Lenna, pregnant."

"Gee... Thank goodness."

"Yes, and again cravings too. He's so bad, he's not eating."

"Is that so? It's said the condition of pregnant women is different."

"Yes. Sis, I was told to eat with my mom. Because now I'm getting more frequent."

"Yes, eat there first. I'll call again. Assalamualaikum, greetings to the family there."

"Yes husband, walaikumsalam." Piccke... The phone turned off, Rumi put her phone back in her pocket and walked out of the rice field area, back home.

He had not come to that place for a long time, so it was enough to make him nostalgic. Some people who cross paths with him greet with doubt, because Rumi looks like a familiar, so that makes them wonder but there are also those who dare to ask directly.

"I am Rumi sir, his son Mr. Irsyad, or grandson of Mbah Muktar."

"Whoa... Long time no see, already this mature, guantenge koyo ngeneh. MashaAllah, Mbah Kyai's grandson apparently" he said as he rubbed Rumi's arm. While Rumi was only smiling, confused also answered what time between them spoke Javanese. Yet such were the people of the village, who were full of his hospitality.

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Week after week changed even to change months through Ustadz Irsyad comfortably. He really enjoyed his new role as a teacher at the boarding school.

Although there is still much to learn from Pak Leknya but he quickly mastered.

Until a smile emanated from his lips, when he heard the news that Son Rumi and Debby had been born. The 2.9-kilogram baby boy was born healthy last night, giving him immense thanks for the infinite grace of God.

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Two days later, in London...

Rumi kissed her little baby, held her very carefully and saw Lues. At Debby's parents' house, because the wife was born with a normal process so they only stayed one night in the hospital.

"You're so cool, can you carry the Dedenya?" Debby asked in a sitting position.

"I used to carry Ziya's baby. So now it can." Rumi brought the tiny lips closer to her cheek, and her lips kept open. "Dec seems like he's going to drink some breast milk."

"Sini–sini darling."

"Aaaa... Confirm." The whine, as the red baby starts to suck.

"It hurts so much?" Rumi was grimacing too.

"He's sick."

"Then the other one."

"It hurts too" replied Debby.

"Can't you do that?"

"If Mama's word is reasonable." Debby smiled with her pale lips. He touched the cheek of Rumi who was looking at him with guilt. "No papa, the pain is only if the fit again wants to be smoked."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah." Debby chuckles. "It's a habit to look at it."

"Well, I'll handle it with you, Dek."

"Yes Allah... Kasian why?" Debby chuckled, with occasional grimacing.

"Yes I don't know, I think only natural pasiran you feel sick, not yearya baby already out was still sick too. Until when?"

Debby shook her head softly, "said Mama might be able to be as long as I'm breastfeeding.

"Yes Allah–"

"No papa, my nature as a mother. Says Brother Rumi, the reward is great."

Rumi smiled. "MashaAllah's... May it be a reward field for you. Yes Zaujatti."

"Aamiin..."

Rumi smiled as she kissed the tiny head softly. "Alzah Al farokh."

"Alzahs? He wants to give me that name?"

Rumi raised her head, then nodded. "Agreed no?"

"What means?"

"Handsome and lucky man. Who must have strong faith. Wishing He could be a servant of God who believes and always obtains blessings in his life."

"MashaAllah's... I like that name. Baby Alzah's. Oh my... Alzah Umma's favorite."

The sound of knocking made both of them gasp, Rumi also moved to open the door of their room.

"Mama?" Greeting politely.

"Outside there are guests. Meet sana–" he said with his soft voice.

"Whose guest?"

"Look at it." Mrs Brigitta went into the room to meet her granddaughter and Debby, while Rumi was still wondering, she stepped out.

Throughout his steps, he heard a familiar voice, talking to his father-in-law. Making Rumi increasingly rushed to the living room.

"Abi?" Rumi's murmuring was still heard. Abi Irsyad moved, smiling.

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa– walaikumsalam, MashaAllah Abi?" In his embrace Ustadz Irsyad with a great feeling of longing. Ustadz Irsyad also kissed Rumi's cheeks.

"Congratulations, I'm a father now. It's Abi's grown-up son." He said softly, while Rumi just nodded while smiling.

"Nih Ustadz's... Boy's grandson." Mrs Brigitta came out holding a baby who was still flushed.

"MashaAllah's... The slap." He took the baby, and carried it. "His eyes are slender like his mother."

Master Yohan who heard that laughed.

"Our family's genes are stronger." It was the one that brought laughter there.

"Congratulations nduk. Thanksmeme it... Already wanted to fight to give birth to his grandson Abi."

"Together Abi, Debby was happy to finally have a baby Dede," he replied as Rumi's smile approached Debby sitting on the Sofa, where the two grandfathers were talking with the grandson who was in the arms of Ustadz Irsyad, while the mistress Brigitta came back in to prepare a treat.

Rumi clasped Debby's hand, giving her a sneak peck, a smile on both faces. Express deep gratitude after all the events that made them able to become more mature.

Yep... Now everything is normal, the extended family has received Merry and Debby. A more beautiful life, when something divorced comes back into one.

And now all have gone with thousands of gratitude that never once razed the fortress of his new home. Only by understanding, marriage is the longest worship in human life, a place where Satan exerts his ability to destroy the marriage padlock. Only the faithful are able to defend their household, not to feel right with each other whenever a debate arises.

Putting two heads together is not an easy way. And get rid of each ego, a powerful shield prevents the collapse of a household relationship.

––– Pledge Love Rumi End. –––

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## thank you friends who have been loyal to the pledge of love. sorry if the ending is not satisfactory. 🥺🙏 just wait for the additional part yes... easily2an the tomorrow if not yes? just stay waiting.