Pledge of Love Rumi
abi's rebuke

In Bandung...

A middle-aged woman kept looking at the mobile screen, eager to contact her daughter but heavy.

When the ego does not side with the desire of the woman's heart.

The husband had just returned from one of the gatherings.

"You didn't offer me a drink?" Ask Mr. Yohan. The wife just shed her tears, no longer able to hide the sadness. "What's wrong?"

"My heart suddenly slashed... I miss him." Just say that, Mr. Yohan understands. He left without saying another word. "Is there no longing in your heart?"

Mr. Yohan's steps came to a halt at the door.

"Is your heart really dead? He's still your flesh and blood... I gave birth to her, suckled her. My heart is still hard to really not consider him a child." Isak mrs Brigitta. While Mr. Yohan just went in, did not press. "Hiks... You stubborn." To her husband.

During this time, they had actually read every message the girl had sent. But because it uses settings, so the two ticks remain gray even though they are not.

Mrs Brigitta was even itchy, eager for her to reply to every greeting of the child from her chat message. But he must obey the will of the husband, in order to teach the child a lesson. That his words that no longer consider him a child are earnest.

And hope Debby will change her mind and revert to their religion. And about her husband? It could be the last thing they will think about, even if it should lead to a breakup.

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Return to the residence of Ustadz Irsyad...

Actually, Ustadz did not intend to go home quickly, but because the campus business was finished. He also decided to go home, especially because his head felt a little dizzy and later in the afternoon there was a routine tausiyah in the taklim assembly led by Isti. He decided to rest at home.

Already entered the housing complex, the car ustadz Irsyad suddenly broke down, but only lived through five more houses. He decided to get out of his car, then continue his goal on foot. The car will be the workshop people who take care of it.

While massaging the trunk of his nose near the forehead, Ustadz Irsyad continued to step foot. He was in the courtyard of the house, and stopped in front of the terrace. When Debby's call was heard.

"Astagfirullah... What's wrong with my kids?" Ustadz Irsyad canceled his intention to enter, he also turned the bow intending to fall in the gazebo only. Yet at a glance he heard about the inner living from within. He looked fast. "I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

The voice he heard was only about Rumi's apology now... He shook his head quickly, then continued his steps towards the gazebo on the right side of the page.

Sitting there, pulled out the mineral water from his bag. He drank it after reading the basmalah before and then afterwards.

"Oh my God, Rumi... What are you doing?" Murmured Ustadz Irsyad with a look towards the door, he waited for a moment. Let the two boys solve their problems. If only his car did not break down, maybe Ustadz Irsyad would choose to go again.

He looked at the watch. Forty-five more minutes into the prayer time zhuhur. He decided to move and walk to the mosque just waiting for the prayer time there.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ustadz Irsyad returned to his house.

The atmosphere of the house is quiet. Hoping that everything had melted away, he called out a greeting and entered his house.

Rumi was carrying a tray of rice and mineral water. He was a little surprised, because he did not hear the sound of the car but his ashes had returned.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa Abi Irsyad's.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Abi has returned?" Ask Rumi.

"Emmm... Yes Bi, but Rumi brought food to this first for Rumi's wife."

"What's wrong with your wife? Is he sick, should it be his work hours, right?"

Rumi was silent, for a moment. "Emmm, yes Bi. Just a minute, Bi."

The tall man walked up the stairs, while Ustadz Irsyad went into his room just to put the bag. He sat in the middle room waiting for his son.

Until Rumi returned shortly, he sat in the other seat. Waiting for what the father was talking about.

"What's your attitude to your wife?" Ask Abi Irsyad. The boy was silent too. "Have you treated him well?"

Rumi was silent. Dare to answer anything.

"Abi unintentionally listened to your quarrel before Dzuhur."

The deg...! Rumi.

"I'm sorry Rumi Bi."

"Why apologize?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad firmly.

"Rumi has made a mistake. Until Rumi's wife becomes angry."

"What mistake?"

"Emmmm?" Rumi hesitated to say it.

"Abi actually doesn't want to interfere in your household affairs. But because Abi heard Debby bring up the inner living problem, so Abi wanted to ask you." Abi Irsyad leaned his body straight towards the child. "You're giving it a right, aren't you?"

Rumi... How could he explain. Because of his sadness, it makes him no passion to spoil his wife.

The man just looked down, not daring to answer.

Ustadz Irsyad sighed, leaning back.

"Well, is it your goal to marry that girl? Just to add a wound to his heart?" Hunus ustadz Irsyad with his red eyes held in fury.

Where Rumi was still silent while looking down, there was no objection let alone self-defense because he admitted his mistake. "You've already wronged him, Rumi."

"I'm sorry Rumi Bi. Rumi only felt the sadness of losing Umma..."

"You sad? even to this extent lamenting... No matter how the woman who is still accompanying you feels. Astagfirullah al 'azim Rumi. Can you call that a man of faith? Abi did not educate you? Can't you copy? What is Abi's attitude towards Umma?? Who is he here with? If not come with you... But what did her husband do? You disregarded? Even until?" Ustadz Irsyad did not continue his speech, he only beristighfar many times.

"Rumi's wrong... Rumi feels too loss, Bi. Rumi's wrong." Rumi clenched her hands feeling furious at herself.

"abi knows you love Umma, you feel lost once. But never Rumi! Wallahi...! Don't you ever waste the one that's still there, accompanying you. Because of your loss...!"

"Never, you are disappointed that you have chosen to live with you. Because he can be tired too. Don't lose one of the most meaningful women in your life, for the second time." Ustadz Irsyad moved on, with a look of disappointment, while Rumi was merely a guest.

Da... He's wrong, he's been ignoring Debby for days and even Sundays. Rumi walked to the second floor to Debby.

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