Pledge of Love Rumi
good things after a fight

Rumi still hugged Debby tightly. Look at the clear sky outside, with the cool air of the AC in the room.

"I'm going to Aunt Maryam's house." Debby said, Rumi raised her head to kiss Debby's cheek for a moment.

"What's that doing there?" Rumi asked, she was still afraid of the wife asking to be returned.

"I miss Auntie." His issue. Rumi let go of her embrace and got off the bed, crouching in front of Debby.

"Only Aunty will understand me." Connect the girl as Rumi was looking at her heartily.

"I'm not the perfect guy on deck... I can still renege on all my promises, while vowing in front of witnesses. But my love is real." Rumi kissed Debby's forehead gently.

"Hiks.." the girl cried again.

"Sorry deck once again I'm guilty, I'm really sorry. Now just get angry with me. Let's upset me, if that makes you relieved." Rumi grabbed Debby's hand sticking it on her cheek, banging her softly. Debby pulled it.

Rumi grabbed both hands again.

"I have to what? Let's not be angry anymore." He kissed Debby's hands in her hands.

"I'm going to Aunt Maryam's house." Whimpering. Rumi stared fixedly at the eyes that were avoiding her gaze.

"Dec, can you go there. But don't be angry like this. I'll stay the night." Rumi softly said.

Debby turned to her husband, where Rumi had revealed her best smile.

"Not to smile. What kind of smile do you think that is? You're still guilty." Slowly Debby began to melt, but indeed the basic nature of women she did not want to be seen in front of the husband. Debby turned her face back, murmuring.

Rumi who began to feel Debby had started to improve was clutching her hand tightly.

"Yes I'm still guilty... It will still be wrong. But you are kind, forgiving. So sorry yeah. Baikan yuk."

"No..."

"Let's... Baikan, get better." Rumi's tone made Debby turn her head quickly. Then a little holding back the laughter.

"Lambie."

"No more for you, Mah... Yeah, yeah, it's better..." Poking his little finger.

"What a child." The girl still avoided the husband's eyes, with her lips trying hard to hold back the laughter.

"No rich dad, there are no young kids." Chuckles.

"Not laughing, nothing funny."

"Something's funny..."

"Nothing is."

"There's a deck, look where do I point my finger?" Rumi said, Debby looked over. The finger was pointing at him. "Cieee funny."

"What the hell..." Debby pushed Rumi's shoulder, made the man laugh and then moved to sit next to Debby.

"Hug here." Rumi spread out both her hands.

"No."

"Here hug... I'll change my mind."

"Soky... Change your mind there." Challenging the wife is still in a sideways position to turn her back to Rumi.

"Yeeee... Nantangin, if I change my mind ask more ya." Rumi grabbed both of Debby's shoulders.

"Hey... Want what?" Slightly gasped as his body began to be slashed down by Rumi.

Debby Chuckles amused when the kiss attack has begun to rain down on the face to the curve of the neck.

"No way, brother. I'm still mad." Hold that face with both hands.

"Well, I'll give you your angry medicine."

"Ih... It's still day, don't macem." Laugh again.

"Why? It is not Ramadan. So it's okay."

"How will Abi call?" Still trying to resist.

"Abi must understand, her son is in need of time for both." Rumi let go of her boss, then re-encrusted the wife's tiny body.

Making Debby can't refuse him she follows the husband's game. Because serving the husband is worship as willing as we hurt. Until the time that is still in the say that afternoon continues to run, the clock ticking continues to sound, accompanying a pair of halal lovers who are fighting love. I can't wait for the night.

Where comfort is as if the more they feel, love seems to be getting stuck deeper between the two. After a long time did not get an inner living from the husband. This afternoon he really got it the warmth that was once bland.

Forgetting about the lunch that had cooled down on the table, he would much rather enjoy what Rumi had given him. Even Rumi was similarly feeling that comfort more than before, could it be the after effects of the feud earlier? What is certain is that he has done it more with his affection and other tenderness than usual.as if making them drift and forget for a moment the wounds that have been shed over the last few weeks, as if to make them drift away and forget for a moment the wounds that have been shed over the last few weeks, debora especially.

Yep... That's a wife. He who is truly in love with his partner, wants to be ignored like anything, thrown, crushed even trampled though? They will still forgive if the husband has given him a touch of affection.

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Before Adzan Azhar roared, the two came out of the room down the stairs. Rumi's hands clasped her tightly, with a thin slender smile on their lips.

Abi Irsyad was ready to leave, he put buttons on his arm.

Staring happily at the two children, as well as a sense of relief, it seemed like both of them were fine.

"Abi want to go?" Ask Rumi.

"Yes, I want to fill the tausyiah routine in the mosque near Bilal's house."

"Which bilal is bi?" Ask Rumi.

"Habib Bilal."

"Oh.." Rumi understood, it has been a year lately he routinely filled tausiyah in the last Sunday, every month. The leader was an Aliyah madrasah teacher, Annisa Nur Istiqomah, and because the worshipers were all women, Ustadz Irsyad usually accompanied.

"Yes already, Abi road ya. Assalamualaikum." I experienced both kids.

"Walaikumsalam. Beware Bi." Both of them were still staring at Abi Irsyad, and after the door closed Rumi turned towards Debby, kissing her cheek. Debby was a little surprised, she looked.

"What?" Staring at him strangely, because Rumi's lips were still smiling there.

"What's? I just want to see you. Worship is."

"Oh my goodness..." Debby pushed Rumi's cheeks slowly so that the face turned away. Making Rumi laugh and then pulling Debby's hand slowly hugging her, she should give a kiss on the lips.

Ckla... Until the door handle rang again, immediately Rumi let go of her embrace. When Abi Irsyad came back in.

"Some one's missing, Bi?" Rumi asked, stroking her chest in shock.

"Yes, Abi took the wrong key. Should've locked the bike, 'cause Abi's car broke down." He walked quickly to his room again.

"Yes Allah... Shocked." Rumi Mumbled. Debby just shut her mouth.

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