Pledge of Love Rumi
stay healthy for me.

The day continues to move more and more during the day, after prayers duha Rumi is ready to visit Debby's parents in Bandung.

With Abinya's vehicle, Rumi put some items that must be brought, such as a change of clothes and so on.

Do not forget some cakes that Ustadz Irsyad bought for the besiannya.

Ustadz Irsyad rubbed the hood of the car, while walking until the back of the body approached Rumi.

"Later don't forget the gas fill. Abi forgot yesterday did not enter the gas STATION because of the rush." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Yes Bi." Rumi answered briefly, his gaze still fixed on the item he was arranging. A few pieces of money were stretched out to him. Rumi turned towards Abi Irsyad "What is this?"

"Make the gas later the same handle you."

"duh... No need to Bi. Rumi is there." Pushing slowly.

"You refuse sustenance?" Ask Abi Irsyad.

"It's not. But Rumi already has a wife, time is still in love money anyway."

"Was... Take this." Abi Irsyad grabbed Rumi's hand and placed a million dollars in her palm.

"Bi, this is mostly." Rumi gave up again, but both of Abinya's hands had already been raised.

"The pig is grateful, so just accept it. No more behind."

Rumi lowered her hand and sat on the back of the trunk. The money sheet was still held on his lap. Rumi nenghela breathed for a moment.

"So long ago when married Umma, there was already this house. Already have an established job as well, while Rumi?"

"What do you think? Don't be discouraged, the sustenance is there to govern."

"But Rumi was worried, not being able to make Debby happy."

"Harta doesn't just make your partner happy. You think Abi's path is smooth with Umma first? It's not like that... There is still a trial. So don't be discouraged, just because you don't have enough treasure."

Rumi smiled wryly. "Rumi was supposed to finish college yesterday." Chuckle, feel sorry.

"It's been... Abi knows you like that for Umma. Now then? Work according to your diploma first, if there is excess sustenance, continue the lecture. Allah is near, do not use your heart. Work does not have to think about the results."

"Yes Bi." Rumi moved as Debby walked out in a hurry. With the clothes ready to go.

"Sorry Bi, Abi is looking for Umma. He said he asked waiting for it because he felt a tight pepper in his chest."

"Yes... You guys just walk, be careful." Abi Irsyad walked in after greeting the two children.

Debby looked at Rumi, "sister, are we really going to Bandung? Umma it seems to be sick." The look of a worried face mimic there, making Rumi immediately reach for Debby's hand.

"Umma is like that, if the disease is relapsing. A minute, let's check Umma first." Rumi took his wife's hand into the house.

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In the room...

The middle-aged mother was sitting with a slight bow pressing against her tight chest. His breath was short.

"Why, deck?" Ustadz Irsyad rushed in, and hurriedly took out a small oxygen tube, in the drawer next to their bed. Then put the mask on. "You're too tired for sure."

Rahma smiled faintly as she inhaled her oxygen.

"Don't be too tired baby, you're fine if you say it, mbok ya yakur." Ocehniah.

"Don't overdo it." He muttered inside the oxygen mask, with a slightly unclear voice.

"I'm healed." Rahma replied softly, still breathing her oxygen.

"Yes you're healed, but don't immediately want to do heavy activities. Your heart isn't strong yet." Ustadz Irsyad said, while the worried only smile weakly with closed eyes.

Soon Rumi knocked on their bedroom door. Ustadz Irsyad turned to the door, and Rahma opened her eyes slowly.

"Umma, sick again?" Rumi sat down next to the mother's feet, massaging her slowly. Rahma nodded slowly.

"You're going to Bandung, right?" Rahma took a deep breath, "ok haven't walked yet?" Rahma asked stammered because of her short breath.

"Tomorrow is okay Umma. We're worried even if today is the way," replied Debby.

"Just walk... Umma right? Just stay in oxygen... It's been.... It's good." Answer weak.

"Umma don't talk much just yet. Ummma take a break." Rumi said, she immediately enveloped the legs of the mother because she would feel more pain in her chest if it felt cold. "Dec, sorry? Please fill the rubber pillow with hot water." Tell Rumi to Debby.

"Yes Brother." Debby immediately grabbed the rubber pillow that was lying on the table, then walked out in quick steps. While Rumi immediately moved to open the desk drawer, reaching for some drugs to reduce the effects of tightness due to tightness in the heart of his mother.

One by one the drugs were taken out of his container by Rumi, and after that grabbed a glass of water that was on the table as well.

Ustadz Irsyad also changed positions, alternating with Rumi who had held a glass of water and a few grains of medicine in his hand.

"In drink first Umma." Rumi said, as Ustadz Irsyad opened his oxygen mask. Rahma smiled, she took the medicine directly from the hands of her son and then sipped the water, until some of the medicine was pushed in.

"Not yet?" Ustadz Irsyad asked, Rahma nodded slowly.

"Little." Answer irent. Ustadz Irsyad put on his oxygen mask again, and then put down Rahma's body slowly.

Before long Debby went back in, then handed the rubber pillow filled with hot water to Rumi who then put it near her mother's arm to hug. Rumi also fix Rahma's blanket to the chest.

"That's enough, baby. Umma's good." Her reply was flattered by the treatment of her two children and her husband.

"Umma rest yes, maybe Rumi same Debby will walk later in the afternoon."

"Lohs... Wh why? Umma's better." The answer.

"No papa Umma, Debby is also not calm if you go to Bandung now. Even if it could be tomorrow."

"No papa... Just walk away."

"Yes Umma, it will be late afternoon after Ashar." Rumi answered, he kissed his mother's forehead. "Umma rest ya."

Rahma nodded slowly, her eyes closed due to drowsiness. So that makes Rumi go slowly, then holding Debby's hand out of the room with a sad face mixed with worry.

And after the door of the room was closed, Ustadz Irsyad laid his body in a slanted position next to Rahma.

Her hands hugged Rahma's abdomen, while one more hand supported her head.

Rahma opened her eyes again to look at her gentle husband.

"What?" Rahma asked quietly, Because Ustadz Irsyad did not let go of his eyes one bit.

"Mas, I want to be healthy."

"It's healthy." Rahma replied, about to remove her oxygen mask. But held by Ustadz Irsyad who immediately shook his head slowly, put the mask again.

"It needs to be healthier, so you have to be healthy. The same with me." Ustadz Irsyad lowered his face to kiss Rahma's forehead gently. "Dear love you, deck."

Rahma smiled, she returned the arms of Ustadz Irsyad by holding the arm that was coiled in her stomach while closing her eyes, asleep.