Pledge of Love Rumi
rumi's Promise

I am not an innocent holy man. I am also an ordinary person, who often makes mistakes and mistakes.

The path I take is sometimes not as smooth as I expected. Even though we've been trying to behave well. Not closing the settlement, I can still make the crowd disappointed in me.

rumi Al Fatih -

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A bright morning, as bright as the heart of this pair of newlyweds.

They seem to be busy packing the clothes that Debby will bring. Because starting today, maybe for a long time both will stay at Rumi's house.

It had been an agreement before, when Rumi asked if Debby was willing to live with her parents? When Maryam said she agreed to receive a proposal from Rumi for Debby. And the girl assures, she understands the condition of Rumi's mother is not healthy, and spends more time in bed. So he decided to stay in that house.

At the moment, it seems like the task of tidying up more in Rumi, because it has to repeatedly direct the way to arrange the clothes to fit more. In the end, he took over himself.

"Done." Said Rumi while closing the zipper of the suitcase. Debby smiled, she held out two thumbs.

"What a great husband." Praise him, but instead of flattering. Rumi pulled Debby's cheek. "Let's..." Whimpering.

"Sincerely, I'm finally all right." Grumbled. Debby chuckled.

"I'm busy, brother." Swabbing her cheek that Rumi had just removed.

"What's busy, huh?"

"Busy capturing the moment my husband was helping me pack my clothes." Smirking, while showing off the results of his shots using a cellphone camera.

Rumi took a breath, he lowered the suitcase on the bed without speaking again. Until Debby's hand grabbed the arm, hugged it. "Sorry, you don't like it?"

"Like. Especially if in love gift," smiled.he tapped his cheek, Ask to kiss. Make Debby just give me a kiss there.

Rumi smiled, and she replied. But what he gave was not a kiss on the cheek, but on the lips of the wife. Sticking it up and being silent, then letting go again.

"Alhamdulillah." Murmured Rumi, while stroking the wife's soft hair. With a gaze fixed on my eyes that are not too narrow middle both look at him, back.

"Why say hamdalah?"

"My gratitude, for being able to feel this, is with you." Rumi replied, Debby's cheeks blushing.

"I just found out, Rumi's good at seducing."

"cook seduce? It is truly a feeling we need to be grateful for, Deck. because we are entering into the shade of God, because love is becoming lawful. So that just by looking into each other's eyes, Allah SWT has looked at us with love. And again?" Rumi squeezed Debby's hand, with her eyes still fixed on the woman who was like trying to take her eyes off her head in shame.

"Just squeeze this hand, our sins have fallen on each other." Kissing Debby's cheek, but slowly lowering her body. Looks like Rumi is not satisfied playing on the lips ranum the wife. He put it back together again, for a few seconds, then looked at each other again after releasing it.

Debby rubbed Rumi's cheek, "i can be honest."

"What?"

"But don't be angry, I'm asking you this."

"Depending on what question?" Smacked Debby's forehead gently, with her eyes closed.

"I had time, to doubt you."

"Sorry?" Asking with lips still slightly stuck to his wife's forehead.

"Yes, I think Rumi likes Shafa's mom. Because she's a lady of the Solehah. And Rumi's brother was about to ta'aruf with her, right?"

Rumi let go of the kiss, then sat down. Along with Debby too.

"Sister Rumi's angry, huh?" He asked worriedly, while holding Rumi's right arm, with both hands. While Rumi's left hand rubbed the back of the wife's hand.

"No Deck."

"Why then silence?" Tilting his head, peeking at Rumi's lowered face, the man turned his head and rubbed Debby's head.

"I feel guilty again."

Debby was gloomy, she stretched her grip, then dudu sideways, slightly turning her back to Rumi. So that makes Rumi immediately grabbed Debby's body holding her.

"Sister, I feel the same way." He said with an empty view. Enjoying every touch Rumi gives. Even if it's just a kiss on the shoulder to the neck.

"Don't talk about it anymore. Exit yuk... Not good with Auntie, if we stay inside." Rumi Let go of her embrace. Made Debby instantly twist her body to grab that arm again.

"Sister, don't play Debby."

Rumi scrunched his forehead. "Speak what the hell are you? Don't talk about it anymore. Let's get out." Rumi. Debby remained silent on the lip of the bed.

Rumi, who saw his wife moody, immediately crouched down in front of him. He touched the face gently staring lovingly.

"Just yesterday I vowed to you, have I made you sad?" Ask Rumi. Debby nodded too. "Then why?"

"I'm scared, brother left me. Just because I'm not as good as the woman who should be your halal lover. And right now, my position is like that of a woman who takes the love of a man who shouldn't live with me."

"Kok, by the way?" Rumi frowned, not understanding.

Debby recalled Aida's expression yesterday. Like others, he was very friendly before, but not yesterday. When greeting Rumi, indeed his face already looks unhappy. Until Aida walked closer to Debby who immediately reached out to Aida, the mother of Shafa instead just ignored her. Making him smile wryly with his hands still leading to him being passed just like that, then switching to another guest.

"Dad?" Call Rumi.

"Yes... I just feel like it. Because what I know is, you're gonna marry Shafa's mom. So I still feel guilty about him, if I hadn't come back then. Could it be that Rumi's brother stays with her??"

Rumi shakes. "That day, I came with a feeling of indecision. And we also intend only silaturahmi, no more. Not to propose to Shafa, just try to get to know him better. But I can not deny, it actually triggers the wound to be as big from the Shafa side. And I realized that. Here the wrong thing is not you, but me deck. I hurt him."

Debby shed her tears.

"How do I explain it?" Rumi clasped the tighter the two hands of the wife, her gaze more and more saddened. "The bottom line is, I can't give heart to a woman I've really considered a close relative. And that Shafa is like my older sister, dear wallahi."

Debby's tears came back. And it was removed by Rumi.

"while you? I've been really shaking around you, ever since I saw you wearing the hijab I bought for you back in Bandung, then when you disappear without any real news this heart feels something is missing, only I try so hard to pull it off. I just keep Deborah Aruan's name in my heart, and it's my surrender to the owner of the heart to give the woman what's right for me."

Rumi kissed Debby's hands gently, "then am I wrong, when I prefer the woman I admire? Now, how did Shafa feel when I married him? But my heart is tied to yours? We'll both get hurt. So please don't think you took me, because I don't deserve to be fought over. And another one" Rumi raised her head staring at Debby again.

"I love you, deck. More than you can imagine. And when you are sad, then I will feel like a failure because I cannot be a reinforcement in your heart. Please don't ever doubt my pledge of love for you."

"Hiks..." Debby immediately lowered her body to the man who immediately hugged her tightly. "I love you brother. I don't want to lose you."

Rumi rubbed her own wet eyes. With lips smiling.

"You accept me for what I am, right?" Rumi asked, who was immediately answered with a nod of her head. "Even if I'm still unemployed?"

"I'm not gonna dispute that. I'm still working." Debby raised her head to look at Rumi.

"But I want it you don't work. Let me just."

"Emmm... I can think of that first?"

"May, but make a decision soon. Not that I asked you to be my mother's nurse. Just any?" Rumi is confused to explain it, she is afraid Debby misunderstood.

"I'm ready to take care of Umma Rahma. If Rumi wanted me to stay home because of that?"

"It's not because of my will, dear. But?"

"Yes I understand, I just want to pick up my paradise from you. So I'm sincere not because Rumi's sister wants to. That right?"

Both of Rumi's eyes sparkled. "You really mean it, honey?"

"Yes, but... If for the near future it seems like I still can't, brother. But not for long, two months at most. Can yes..."

"Yes dear." Rumi tightened her embrace. "I promise I will try hard to make you happy, to meet your needs."

"Hehehe hopefully my husband is given always health and a well-established job and cheap sustenance. No need to overflow, which is important blessings, and enough. Is that his prayer?"

"Aami... Aami... MashaAllah my wife."

"Kiss... Kiss..." Debby's whine is spoiled, making Rumi laugh.

"MashaAllah's... It's morning, you know. Your hair just got dry. Already having sex again." Rumi kissed Debby's face, which was chuckling and ended up on her lips, fused for quite a while and then they hugged again for a while before coming out of the room.

While Ci Maryam, just a nod of her head, smiling to herself while enjoying her morning meal before going out. He did not want to disturb his two nephews, so just leave the two in the room. It's up to how long... He understood how the newlyweds, who were still alone in his room.