Pledge of Love Rumi
sweethearts

The sweet thing was felt by Debby. After all these days even Sunday felt his feet Rumi.

Now his attention is back... Sometimes as a woman, it is also necessary to express her discomfort with a partner.

His goal?

For them the people of Adam to understand, how bad it is to ignore the couple. At least give a little attention so that the wife feels still loved. And their relationship is able to run well, according to what is said.

A little inexhaustible. If a pious man like Rumi can be that cold if he is being hit by sadness. No. gabe... He can still smile, even though he is very thin. Just keep it. Living in a house with a man who is silent, and not open makes us confused ourselves. Moreover, this place is the home of his parents, and we as wives only try to obey and follow the will of the husband. I wish everything could be talked about, quite the opposite. Being indifferent just because of an idea that is out of nothing. Rumi should have understood better, because she knows religion.

As a couple, aren't we supposed to be open to each other? about the problem or situation of each heart. Then exchange ideas and solve all problems together. That is precisely the thing that can warm the mood of both.

Buty? That's how living a household is. Which we think is as beautiful as the story in the novel. In fact? Not particularly. We are ordinary people who have their own ego.

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After this quiet Azhar, Rumi still rolled one-by-one tasbih seeds in her hand.

Thought after praying at his house with Debby. As he watched the shadow reflected on the wall, Debby moved from her prostrate and raised her hands together.

Rumi turned a little, then looked straight ahead again. Continuing his remembrance while waiting for his wife to finish praying.

A few moments later, Debby turned to the right and said hello, then to the left. While Rumi immediately turned her body to face Debby.

"What prayer do you pray deck?" Ask Rumi.

"Solat ba'diyah Azhar," Debby replied innocently.

Smile "Owh... Since when do you pray after Azhar?"

"Emmm... Just the last few days. Because I want the other rich, pray before and after." Smirks.

"MashaAllah's... Adek knows? ba'diyah Azhar was not there," Rumi gently stroked Debby's head.

"Well...! Is she?"

Rumi nodded. "Look, if Ade wants to work on twelve rakaat Rawatib Solat. Like this division, two rakaat before dawn, four rakaat before fardhu Dzuhur prayer, two rakaat after zhuhur, Azhar empty, two rakaat after magrib, two rakaat after isya."

"Geez, I was wrong."

"Not really... Ade doesn't know. But I'm happy, you want to pray the circumcision too. If Ade can Istiqomah, inshaAllah? God will build a palace in heaven. Allahu'alam." Rumi kissed Debby's forehead gently.

"MashaAllah, would like to. would Istiqomah, I hope I can."

"Aamiin's." Rumi muttered, smiling.

"And he wants night prayer, Dhuha too. But it still seems heavy."

"Latian, slowly. Let it not be too heavy. Long enough to get used to."

"Yes... But I'd like to ask. Rumi's sister if Dhuha prayer how much rakaat anyway? Why sometimes a lot is a little."

"Solat Dhuha is a minimum of four rakaats. But if you are still learning two papa, tomorrow-tomorrow increase to four. If I was, sometimes four, sometimes eight. If my faith is still high, I can reach twelve rakaat."

"MashaAllah, so much."

"If twelve rakaat is very rare, Kaya my whole life is only twice hehehe. Most often four, or eight. As much as I can."

"Wahh... Rumi's sister is amazing." Looked in admiration.

"Don't do that, so it raises yuwaswisu, in the heart of it." Rumi chuckles.

"What is yuwaswisu?"

"That's a piece of verse in An Nas's letter... What is meant here whispers in the heart, when there is a sense of high-heartedness when praised."

"Owh, so that's yuwaswisu...? I just found out, Rumi doesn't like being praised."

"Mukhlas what?" Chuckles. "I asked a lot of questions, brother, so impressed stupid."

"Not so dear. I'm glad you asked a lot, if I could answer I would answer. If you can't, huh? Ask Abi hehehe..." Chuckles together. "So Mukhlas was a truly sincere person. To be praised or blasphemed makes no difference. Want to be held high or lowered also no difference. So he did whatever it was sincere to Allah SWT. Not to show it to creatures."

"Owh... That so?" Beard.

"And this kind of person like us, Mukhlis has not. To be Mukhlas is difficult but we still have to try. Because of the Mukhlas, demons alone can't tempt him."

"MashaAllah's... I hope we can."

"Aamiin..." Rubbing head. "Oh yes, deck. I was gonna tell you. This morning my friend Jimi called, he invited me to work for one of the communications companies."

"Gee... Is she?" Sparkled.

"Yes, maybe I'll put a job application there. Although still thinking too, because the possibility I was placed in Bandung."

"Hand?" More sparkling again.

"Emmm..." Rumi.

"Sister Rumi why? How come you're suddenly moody?"

"I could think. If we're in Bandung, it's clear Abi will be alone at home, right?"

"Yes too." Mumbled. "Why not try looking here, brother?"

"There is no deck. I've been trying to ask around. Let alone my diploma S1, many rivals."

"Is that so? How then?"

"A' Faqih asked me to teach at Tahfiz's house. But yaaa that, his salary?"

"What's with the salary?"

"Very small deck, not up to one and a half million, because only half a day, that's only four days of teaching. I'm afraid I can't suffice you. Later, I tried to talk to Abi about Jimi's offer." Rumi. Debby breathed too.

"Why should think about that anyway. I have a lot of savings too, brother. And I can also work again, find an office that can accept me. So our needs can still be fulfilled, brother does not need to worry."

"Is that so...?" Smiling wryly. Rumi's face changed.

"Sister, I don't seem to elevate myself in front of you, do I?" Debby's worried.

"No deck, because it's true. Your level is still above mine at the moment. You are also easy to find a job. Not like me."

"Oh my God, Rumi? Why say it like that?" Whiney. Rumi hugged Debby's body.

"I'm sorry, I'm really a lousy husband. I married you, but it brought you trouble."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, brother Rumi, what the hell is he talking about? Rumi's sister's a good husband, really."

"I promise you, one day I'll make you happy."

Debby smiled, raising her head. "Aami... But now I'm happy too. Origin is not like yesterday."

"Yes Allah... I'm sorry for my attitude yesterday." Kissing the girl who was smiling happily. "Eh... We go for a walk."

"Where?"

"Where only. We're dating... It seems like as long as we're married, I've never taken you outside."

"Yes Allah... Seriously?"

"Yes dear... Let's get ready." Rumi let go of her embrace, at the girl who was already excited. Then move on first while grabbing Debby's hand, helping her to stand up.