Pledge of Love Rumi
Nuha's premonition

Nuha bit the tip of her thumb, staring out the window with full thought at the Beautiful Hope of Bekasi. Yes..Since the feeling was not good, call Abi Irsyad or Umma Rahma not one of them answered.

He called Rumi, some calls were not answered, even Debby was the same. What's up, huh?

Riiie... A phone call came in. He accepted it quickly. Without reading his name, he understood.

"Assalamualaikum, Rumi's sister." Sweepings.

"Walaikumsalam. The phone deck? Sorry brother's phone in the room, sister was in the middle room."

"Yes, is it okay? Ummm, Umma's healthy, right?" Noah asked directly, as all he thought about was his mother at this moment.

"Yes, Healthy. Justjust?"

"What?" His eyes had condensed, he already had a bad feeling about Umma Rahma.

"No papa dek, that's Umma kumatnya disease."

"Oh God..." Mumbled while closing his mouth.

"But it's fine. It's been given oxygen too Abi."

"Nuha wants to talk to Umma." His voice turned raucous.

"Umma is on deck break. Is sleeping. Just calm down, don't panic. Wait for A'a to come home, then come here."

"Hiks..." Crying out.

"Don't cry, deck. Umma is okay."

"But Noah kangen Umma."

Rumi sighed, letting every utterance out with her sobs from afar. He understood his sister's feelings.

"Well, Deck, wait for A'a to come home or call A'a first? Ask permission to him, I'll pick you up." Rumi. Nuha wiped away her tears, seeing that Ziya was asleep with a fever-compressing plaster stuck in her forehead. Her tears came back to her eyes, which were soon removed by Noah.

"Ziya has a fever again, I can't possibly dare to ask A'a for permission. Because A'a said I can't cook and so on, so I can take care of Ziya."

"Yes Allah... Since when is the fever?"

"New last night. But it still feels sis, and the kid is also fussy. Noah's confused. Hix... Ummaa–"

"Srstttt... Already deck. Don't cry, then wait for A'a. Umma is fine. You calm down, huh?"

"Hiks... Ja. But later if Umma is awake? noha's phone brother, yes, Noah wants to talk."

"Yes deck. Yes, take care of Ziya. Hopefully later that afternoon the boy's better you can come here."

"Yes Brother. Then I close. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Phone connection disconnected.

The clock on the wall kept ringing. Accompanying Nuha who was glued to herself beside the window of the room.

Ziya's whimper rang out, he immediately walked over to his son.

Until the time continued to roll, an hour later Noah again meminemarkan paracetamol available to lower Ziya fever. Then the boy returned to sleep on his bed, although after whining again made Noah again carry him, then walked out to prepare warm water to feed the child's body.

The girl looked tired, sweat soaked her forehead. Before long, A'a came home. Noah looked at the clock, where the clock still showed two o'clock in the afternoon. A'a did not go to the tahfiz house like him, because he would usually go straight to teach there and go home after Ashar, while the shop would be handed over to three employees until the closing hour which is five in the afternoon.

Today he did not welcome the arrival of A'a, because he was still busy feeding the body of the child with a washcloth in the hand that he had wet using warm water.

Ckla... The door of the room was open. A'a came in and said hello to Noah and the child who was sitting with a toy in his hand.

"How about Eneng? Already better?" A'a touched Ziya's forehead gently, after greeting Noah, then kissed the child.

"It's still a bit of a fever, but it's not as hot as A'... Paracetamol is much better. It's just the fever's going up and down." Said Nuha who was pouring telon oil on Ziya's tiny body.

"Well, we go to the doctor." Faqih crouched to look at her daughter's pity.

"Mbiu... Mmbiii..." Both of Ziya's hands were raised, asking to be carried by Abinya.

While the crouching Faqih was smiling thinly with the index finger rubbing the cheek of her child. Ziya stood up to his father, hugging him around Abi Faqih's neck. "Ndooong... Mbiii endoong." Babbling the boy, thus making Faqih chuckle, he kissed Ziya's cheek.

"Geulis wear clothes first... Abi is fat."

"Embbi... Aaaa... Embi..." The child did not want to let go of his embrace, instead it seemed to be getting stronger gripping.

"In the meantime, Abi open the same jacket to take a shower, this is very sultry Abi... Geulis used to wear clothes with Umma. Yuk, Abi's Goddamn it." Faqih let go of the child's embrace. While Noah was ready with the pants that Ziya was going to wear.

Faqih walked towards the toilet after taking off his jacket, there was the sound of water gurgling inside after the door was closed.

While Nuha was still struggling with Ziya dressed for the child, with a fairly hard effort as well, because the child was active even many times to throw the clothes to be worn on his head.

"Emmmaaa... Maaaa..." Ziya released a plaster compress of his fever.

"Don't get out, baby." Noah ate it again. But the boy didn't seem to want to, he just came back crying.

"Mmaaaaa.... Mbi..." The whine, made Noah immediately carry the child.

Cklaobatk... Faqih came out with a wet body, as well as a towel wrapped around her waist.

"What the hell is neng...? how crybaby?" Faqih muttered as he walked towards the wardrobe picking up his short-sleeved shirt and pants.

"A'a lunch yet?" Ask Noah.

"It was in the same shop as the kids. You ate it yourself, right?" Ask A'a back, while wearing her shirt after reading the prayer. Noah also shook his head.

"Cock haven't eaten yet? Means the food that A'a ordered for you, hasn't been eaten yet?" Faqih pulled her hair back, after she finished wearing her shirt and underneath. Then it approached Nuha who was still standing swinging Ziya.

"Where does Noah eat A'? Ziya from earlier did not want to come down from the sling."

"Yes Allah... Right here... Here..." Faqih takes over. Carrying Ziya. "If Umma is not in Sukabumi can definitely help you take care of Ziya."

Nuha smiled faintly, "The cassian Umma Hasna, she must rest. If not to Sukabumi Umma tuh every day here A."

"Maclum... His granddaughter is only from A'a. Especially the girl." Faqih kissed the cheek of the child. "MashaAllah is the son of Abi, his body is very hot. There you eat, then we're ready to go to the doctor. If the responsibility wait for Azhar."

"Yes A'..." Noah was about to leave, but one hand of Faqih grabbed Noah's shoulder pulled him closer, then kissed his wife's head. "Dreams..." He muttered, Noah smiled as A'a's hand rubbed Noah's head for a moment. Only then did he resume his steps out of the room.