Pledge of Love Rumi
dew in a third of the night

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Still at Ci Maryam's house.

One third of the night, as the time to draw nearer to the Creator, where Allah SWT came down to see His own servant, was resting on his prostrate asking for His forgiveness and Mercy.

Some are awake, and God opens the doors of mercy for them. There are also those who remain asleep in their sleep, then Allah SWT will remain faithful to wait for tomorrow, with the belief that the Fulan may be awake tomorrow.

That is how Allah looks upon His servants, never once does Allah leave them in distress. We are the ones who stay away.

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"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah." Rumi turned to the right, then said another greeting while looking to the left.

A woman already smiled sweetly at him, which immediately made Rumi smile back at him. Debby tapped her forehead, asking for a sweet kiss from her husband, in the area she pointed to.

"Here..." Flicking a finger, at the woman who had just woken up from her sleep. Debby approached walking on her knees. "How many times do you want?" Rumi asked, when the girl was closer to him.

"As much as possible." Reply Debby, in a spoiled tone, then.

Rumi smiled. Slowly he approached and stopped one inch from the forehead.

"Come on... How long?" Debby protested, because the kiss never landed on her forehead. While Rumi only chuckled, then rewinded his position. "Iisssha..."

"What?" Rumi dodged Debby's punch on her shoulder.

"Kiss."

"Have you?"

"What? Not yet." Grunt.

"I've already kissed you, deck."

"When? It was just approaching, untouched."

"Then anyway? Not powerful? I know you wear a heart."

"Bluhh..." Debby is about to hit Rumi's shoulder again but is held back. With Rumi who instantly pulled her and hugged the body.

"I'm sorry... Excuse me... I miss you like that."

"What?" Raised head. And a kiss landed on the forehead.

"You who murmur, and are full of zeal." Kiss again up to three times.

"Huu..." Debby strengthened her embrace. "Silver cheated."

"What?"

"Not waking me up. I also want to pray in the third night."

Rumi smiled. "Tomorrow... I saw you tired last night, just fell asleep. With the phone still in hand."

Debby smiled wryly. His lips began to pout, the bitter taste began to re-spark in his heart.

"Sister?"

"Hmm?" Their positions still hug each other.

"I miss papah and mamah." Mumbled. Rumi was silent listening to the words of his wife. "Sir, very disappointed in me. To the extent that I wasn't given a chance to call papah. Last night, I tried to call the house people, not just last night anyway, but from the beginning I decided to settle back in Jakarta, after becoming a convert, they never wanted to answer a phone call from me."

Rumi let go of her embrace, then stared fixedly at the sad face before her.

Swip that cheek gently.

"Tomorrow we go to Bandung. Meet papah and mama?" Rumi's speech was smooth.

"But I'm scared. If Rumi's brother is kicked out of papah? Or maybe in Gallen's maki-maki, how about...? I can't have that."

"It won't be thrown out, I'm ready anyway. Because somehow, we must maintain a good relationship with them. Your parents, who have become my parents too."

"That's why I'm afraid, because they've taken me out of the family."

Debby smiling. "What did you call him?"

"Hmmm? Calling?" Frown.

"So... That was..."

"Which one?" Rumi chuckled she let go of her pecans as she moved.

"Let's... That one was." Debby tugged at Koko the robe Rumi was wearing.

"What the hell? Darling?" Rumi leaned back and kissed her forehead, causing Debby to chuckle.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The girl asked spoiled, with both hands coiled around Rumi's neck.

"Fearful? When was I afraid of you, deck?"

"You used to be so happy. Fading from me."

"You were not my muhrim. You don't know the limit yet. How do you make me?"

"Where's what?" Tilting his head, staring flirtatiously.

"MashaAllah, my angel.take the water there, gih." Declared.

"Who? Why?"

"Take it, we pray the circumcision."

"What sunna salah?"

"Take it. I wait." said Rumi pulled Debby's cheek angrily, Debby also agreed he stretched out both hands.

"Wakeup." Pintanya.

"Yes Kareem..." Rumi bobble head. And what he achieved was not Debby's hands, the tiny body, holding her. So that made Debby flutter and then wrapped around the husband's neck. Rumi walked slowly carrying her to the toilet.

"we must pray the sunah first, before starting the morning exercise, before dawn..."

"Eh...?" Debby covered her mouth as the body had already landed on the damp tile floor. "meaning?"

"It's wudhu there." Rumi just pulled her nose with a smile and walked out.

"Wait? Geez," Debby smiled, with her hands touching her thumping chest. Because he knew what Rumi meant. "Tooth caste and brush. Wash face. Then put on the fragrance." Debby was busy alone in the toilet, until almost half an hour she had just come out of the toilet.

Rumi, who was already sitting on the bed, just waited for her to get out of the toilet, then shook her head slowly. "For a long time, why?"

"Treatment." Smirks.

"Yes is here... It's three o'clock past twenty-five minutes." Rumi.

Debby glanced for a moment, where her face was already in her husband's hands. And approaching after.

Where Rumi immediately moved, and installed his superiors. The two stared lovingly, after the face was perfectly set.

Not to be outdone, Debby grabs Rumi's cab, then puts it on.

"MashaAllah, look." Praise Debby.

"Really?" Ask Rumi.

"Yes... There's no rival."

"Hahaha, use his subordinates dear. Let's pray first." Take Rumi and walk to the prostration where in the corner of Debby's room has two prayer mats. Because tonight they are still in Ci Maryam's house.

And after two rakaat Sunnah prayer was run. They continued their intimate activities for the first time.

Fused in a cool atmosphere in the morning, with a body that is still fresh before dawn.

Until a blushing smile flashed on both of their cheeks. While enjoying the beautiful halal love they felt that morning.

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