Pledge of Love Rumi
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Sitting in front of the dressing table, after bathing and changing clothes. He daydreamed at the reflection of himself in the mirror, with his hands working to comb his long hair to the hip.

For a moment he remembered his brother's words. If he let Debby to marry anyone. What does that mean, koh Yohan agrees? That's what he caught.

Until the sound of the open door made Maryam slightly gasp. He put the comb into place.

"Like her hair Auntie, good." Debby touched that hair.

"It's bad aunt said. You're a lot on the bun, so it's bobbing." Aunt Maryam grabbed her hairband, tidied up for a moment and then shook it.

"But it's still good, Debby wants to have that rich hair." His speech. Mary smiled too.

"Eat yuk." Bring along.

"Come on." His hands moved and walked out to the dining table. There were already two plates of warm rice, with a side dish that Maryam bought earlier.

They sat in their seats, recited prayers after washing their hands and began to eat the dishes on the table with occasional jokes.

I don't know what's discussed, both of which must be so cool chuckling. Even without the taste of food on the table was already exhausted not left.

Aunt Maryam poured mineral water into her glass, then drank the filling.

"Deb's? Aunt wants to ask. Are you ready to get married?" Ask Maryam.

"Emmm... Before Debby answers? Debby wanted to know first how Papah responded, this thing?"

"Your father just said, he didn't forbid. If you want to get married?"

Debby looked at him confusedly. "Easy that? Then how's the expression? Is papah still angry?"

Maryam just fell silent, she again took a sip of water from inside her glass. How could he explain that his father allowed that because he already didn't care.

Taaaa... The glass again chuckled on the table. He grabs Debby's hand and holds her tight.

"You need a companion Deb, so someone can guide you."

"Debby knows, but Papah? Aunt hasn't answered Debby's question."

"Aunty told me your papah agreed. So stay in his room. If so, Auntie will call ustadz Irsyad."

Debby fell silent, then nodded slowly. "Debby's ready." Answer irent.

"Alhamdulillah." Maryam murmured, her eyes glazed over and looked at the child.

Until the next morning at duha time, Maryam called the phone number given ustadz Irsyad. Where is the woman who received the call.

Immediately he reported about Debby who was willing to accept a proposal from Rumi. He also explained his family's condition. Debby's father may not be able to attend her son's wedding, so Debby must use a guardian.

After deliberating, they agreed, and had already arranged their wedding date in three months from now.

A happy hue, as well as the immense gratitude on Rumi's face. Because he can get his choice of girl.

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the night before the wedding...

Inside her room, Rumi stared at the screen of her phone. Observing Debby's name there, he wanted to try sending a chat message. But he himself does not know

The number has been stored for more than three years.

He tried to call the number, with his eyes still looking at the writing calling, and hoped it could turn into a ringing.

A few seconds later, the writing changed. Rumi smile...

'this number is still active.' he murmured in his heart. And he gasped as the writing rang it turned into numbers. Debby accepts.

"Bismillah." He put the phone in his ear. "Hallo... Assalamualaikum"

"Getishalam." Debby replied, she knows this voice. So that made him close his mouth feeling not believe that the one who called him was Rumi.

"Se... What are?" Nervous ask.

"Read a book." Debby replied, she touched her pounding chest. "Sister Rumi, alone?"

"I? Emm... I'm memorizing." Rigid answers.

"Memorizing verses?" Ask Debby.

"Not... I'm memorizing, a Pledge that I'm going to speak out on tomorrow morning."

Debby smiling... He closed his mouth feeling happy.

"Don't get my number from Aunt Maryam?" Debby asked, because she couldn't hold the paper.

"No... You sent a chat message yourself, and this number is still stored."

Degs... Degs...

Debby couldn't help feeling her. "I'm closing ya."

"Why?" Rumi asked, smiling across the street.

"No papa... If now, we're still haram to seduce each other."

"Lohs... Who is seducing."

"Sister Rumi is..."

"Masa? I don't feel seduced. I'm talking about what it is. Like my seriousness... Marry you tomorrow."

Debby's cheeks flushed, instantly. "I'm closed. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam, my future wife." The answer. Debby who heard that reflex immediately closed it because she could not stand it anymore. He covered his face with a pillow.

"Aaaa.... O Allah. May the morning come soon." Chuckles gleefully.

While on the other side, he was ruffling his hair.

"Astagfirullah... What did I say earlier? Duh." He felt amused himself, because reflex just seduced the girl. Rumi raised both hands, muttering before finally laying down his body to sleep.

It took a long time for the two people to fall asleep, the feeling of nervousness made them unable to sleep. Even until one in the morning this day, they can only sleep in their dreams that they know nothing.

Seriate...