Pledge of Love Rumi
yes Zaujatti

Finished with dirty dishes. Rumi walked out, climbed one step at a time, then walked towards her room.

He knocked for a moment, afraid? Debby was wearing her clothes. So he just waited outside, until it sounded legitimate from within who allowed himself to enter.

Ckla... Debby was putting buttons on her arm.

"Here deck, I help," Rumi took over, where the girl's smile instantly expanded perfectly. When Rumi's hand twitched put the button into the hole.

"The one" he asked again. Which was swiftly given by Debby, sticking out the other hand with enthusiasm. Rumi smiled, he put the buttons in the hole again.

"Thank you," praised Debby for giving a warm hug that coiled around Rumi's waist. After she finished helping him put buttons on his arm.

"Sama-sama," kissed the base of that head gently. "I'll change my clothes first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Debby stepped towards her dresser. Rumi walked towards the wardrobe. He grabbed one of the short-sleeved clothes with three buttons on the front.

Then the pants are also, then walk again to the toilet to change the clothes. Until she's done, she comes out, approaching Debby who hasn't finished with her make-up. Holding the body for a while, then kissing his head for a moment that has not been attached to the hijab.

Debby smiled she just finished wearing a nude-colored lips cream that looks natural on her lips.

"This what?" Pressing both of Debby's cheeks with one hand, while her eyes were fixed on the mirror, looking at the whining expression due to the lips that were advancing due to the pressure of Rumi's thumb and index finger. He chuckles. "Engine."

"What engine? Sick knows. Afterward, iiiih," hit with a spoiled, still-at-home arm holding both cheeks.

"What was this answer?"

"Yes what... Lips are."

"Oh lips, what the hell is he wearing? How many?"

"Dignifying once I put on a pile," murmured.

Rumi chuckles. The more he presses and the lips look forward.

"Sister Rumi."

"What."

"What the heck. It's natural from there."

"Oh yeah.. But how to make opium once?"

Debby just smiled shyly, feeling unable to bear the seduction. Making him immediately release Rumi's hand and turn his head.

"Sister?"

"Emmmm?" Kissed her.

"I have something."

"What?"

Debby opened the drawer on the dresser, then took out a small box.

"Tadaaaaaa..." Opening right in front of Rumi. The man was stunned, grabbed his watch then crouched down in front of Debby.

"You bought this watch for me too?" Ask Rumi. Debby nodded.

"Don't like?"

"Like... Banget. It's good" Rumi praised, without smiling. Debby looks happy and pulls the two cheeks to smile.

"If you are happy, smile dong," he said while laughing because of Rumi's expression that looks funny according to him.

"What do you call me?" He didn't understand what it meant, but he seemed happy.

"Yes Zaujatti... Duhai my wife, in Arabic."

"MashaAllah's... Sweetness. Kiss here kiss." Debby stomps her legs spoiled, while her hands stretch and touch both cheeks, giving a kiss three times on Rumi's forehead. The man smiled with his eyes closed, then opened his eyes again looking at Debby with love.

"Sir. Can I be honest? I'm really ashamed at this kind of love, feeling like I was?"

"What's? Don't talk weird anymore. Last night, I was okay. I never thought of Rumi as anything. I think all wives are just as happy when they can occasionally give something to their eternal lover."

"Yes knows... All right, thanks again. And I'm sorry I haven't been able to replace this, anytime soon."

"Yes Allah... Who asked to be replaced. Rumi's sister is yes." Cheered but immediately kissed by Rumi.

"Don't get mad, deck. I'm just talking what it is."

"Yes, but don't keep humbling yourself. I don't like it."

"Yes" he answered. He rubbed his wife's head gently. "Yes, wear the hijab first. I'm gonna heat the car's engine."

"Lohs... Abi's car wasn't brought?" Ask Debby who just did it.

"No deck. After permission to Abi, he handed over his car keys. Actually I told you to just ride the bike. But Abi said, if I'm not a problem myself. The one in question I brought you, Abi was worried. And feel calm if I take the car."

"so yeah... Abi is very good. I don't have the heart that Abi is alone."

"So I also called A' Faqih. Make a nitip Abi. And he said he'd be here with Nuha and Ziya in the afternoon. Abi won't be lonely, so you don't worry ya."

Debby smiled, then nodded.

***

On the way to Bandung, which does not take up to days.

The girl stared at the side of the window with a sparkling gaze, a smile constantly expanding on her sweet lips. And hope it is kindness that he will grow old when he arrives at his parents' house.

Yep... That is Debby who now, considers that life is a series of gratitude from the Almighty. From time to time. There is nothing to complain about, while the favors given are much more.

It was true, for now there was no reason for him to complain. Certain confidence, which is always embedded in the soul is in every wound, there will definitely be a place for him to take shelter. Heal the wound, to be strong again, when faced with problems that never end.

Debby looked to the right. As Rumi's hand grabbed her hand clasped tightly, while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. It looks more like a black watch coiled around his wrist. Smiling cheerfully, the girl returned the husband's gaze.

"MashaAllah..." Wiping his cheeks fat. Then refocus on the road, when the lights have turned green. The car drove back.

'Oh God, keep him like this. Don't make him come back like the days before. There is no love other than myself. Don't anybody... There is no God.' muttered Debby inwardly looking at Rumi who was focusing on driving.

Rumi looked over for a moment.

"Why? How did it go that way?" Ask him, glance for a moment and then focus forward again.

"Awered the good looks of my husband, the mummy was already halal in view," Debby muttered leaning her head on Rumi's shoulder, then. Rumi smiled faintly as she blushed.

"Now you realize?"

"Not really before. Only if I said you were handsome? you must be Istighfar."

"Haha... If not deck."

"Toment."

"Yes... No different I mean, Istighfar's tetep." Laughing while shifting his body avoiding the blow on the shoulder of the wife.

The car kept going, with laughter from both. Which unceasingly spread love