Pledge of Love Rumi
where is my fault?

Day change day...

Debby has now started working in her office. He prepared breakfast before Abi Irsyad returned from the mosque.

Because he said, today he had a morning meeting with some of his students on campus, so at six he should already be there.

Abi Irsyad greeted the daughter-in-law, who was putting some breakfast side dishes on the table.

"MashaAllah, it's ready. It's good that Abi's daughter." Praise ustadz Irsyad. Debby blushed too.

"I'm sorry, just cook this." Said the girl when her father-in-law was sitting on his stool.

"No papa Nduk. It's a lot of it too." Ustadz Irsyad opened the bowled plate in front of him. Debby smiled happily.

"Sorry Bi, Debby is staying. Debby also has to get ready for the office." Asking for permission, while releasing the apron on his body.

"Oh... Yes Nduk. Thanks again."

"Yes..." Smiling at a glance, with a look of the eyes leading to the door. Where Rumi had not been seen entering the house, after which he walked out.

In the room, he saw Rumi was already inside, replacing his cocktail with a t-shirt.

"MashaAllah, I'm shocked brother. You're already inside." Debby closed the door to their room, then walked over.

"Yes, deck." The answer was short, he sat with the sarong still attached, as well as a small Qur'an in his hand.

Debby approached Rumi, and sat on the lip of the bed next to Rumi.

"I'm cooking, spinach and your favorite fried fish." Debby massages Rumi's legs.

"Yes? I'll eat ya." Rumi smiled faintly, then refocused on the Qur'an in hand.

While Debby was silent, her gaze was still on the face of the husband, listening to the chants of the holy Quran that had begun to be read by her husband. Though the man was nearby, every day she saw the figure of her husband. But the longing seems to be getting raging, there is a sense of wanting to be kissed, wanting to be fondled also by him, if remembered since Umma died, Rumi never spoiled him even though.

'there's been two more weeks, but he's still like this?' inner Debby felt sad, she even missed Rumi's embrace while sleeping. Because the man every night was like a tired man who just went to sleep after the issue. Without any discussion in bed let alone doing a relationship that is mandatory for each partner, even if only once a week.

Debby stopped the massage, then moved on. He stepped lethargic towards the toilet, it seemed like he had to be even more extra patient again. I don't know when, but seeing Rumi smile at him more often is better, so Debby is still trying to think well of her husband.

Reasonable right? if Rumi were to be like that. He loved his mother very much. Maybe if it happened to him, Debby would do the same. That's what's inside the girl's head.

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Half an hour more time needed to clean and apply yourself in front of the mirror, Debby already looks neat. The large mocca-colored hijab patterned with maroon flowers, office clothes with long black plisket skirts, has made it look very graceful.

"I'll go first, brother." Stretched his hand.

Rumi stopped her laughter, for a moment. He looks. Hand it over to Debby who immediately kissed the back of the hand.

"Yes... Careful, yeah." He answered, rubbing the wife's head.

Debby was silent for a moment, seeing her husband just shut up too. Focus on the verses he will read again.

"don't you want to kiss me? Even if it's just on the forehead?" Debby smiled bitterly as Rumi turned her head back.

Rumi smiled too. "Yes Allah. sorry deck. Here I kiss." She should approach Debby's forehead, but the girl laughed, pushing her husband's breastplate. She no longer wanted to be kissed, because it was not her own initiative, but her innuendo.

"don't, brother, I'm late." He said, He got up from his sitting position. Then grabbing the bag lying on the table to walk up to the door, he took the time to look back hoping Rumi would stop him from leaving because he might realize his mistake. And all he found was Rumi who was widening a smile towards him.

As if the tightness was felt again, Rumi did not hold it at all. Or just a little talk to get him to work.

Replying to that smile for a moment, then again sighing in disappointment. Debby came out and closed the door again.

Indeed, Rumi himself did not realize that his actions had hurt his wife. What he was thinking about right now was worship, trying to be righteous in order to make his Umma safe. Even though he doesn't guarantee it. But trying doesn't hurt, does it?

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In office...

Debby walked into her room, which consisted of about ten employees. Seemed a commotion that came from a small celebration that seemed to be about the position.

Yes. because it looks some colleagues who are greeting one of the employees. He had just stepped up, actually there had been rumors if the position was for Debby. But because one thing or another makes him avoid getting the opportunity to be promoted.

There were some who gave him congratulations, some were wondering about the figure who became a failure. With a satirical tone made Debby smile thinly while looking down on her stool.

He is more focused on preparing the file for him to bring later during the board meeting.

Yes since the change, quite a lot of cute, do not care about the girl who is now hijab syar'i. However, never mind... Who're they? Only the people he knew in the office. In contrast to the strange problems he was experiencing at home, that was far more fulfilling to his mind and heart.

Debby returns to work with her abilities, forgetting about the wearing-out thing that happened between her and her husband. Isn't that commonplace, having problems on every household ark? Maybe this is one of them. Early wedding test.

Because life is not like a novel that is only about romantic men's romance.

Wake up... Do not fantasize too much about the beauty of a wedding. Debby sighed, for a moment. It's time for her computer keyboard.

Before the office phone rang, Debby received it. Where he was bearded and accepted. When one of the chiefs of the division called the girl to face him at this moment. And make him rush to the head of the division in the marketing section.