Pledge of Love Rumi
there is still a sense of disappointment

Shortly after the journey. The car enters the residential area where her father Debby lives.

Slightly pounding on Rumi's chest, a sudden raging fear surfaced. But for Debby's sake, she's just trying to be ordinary. Don't let out a sense of contempt when you want to meet Debby's parents.

He came with his brother. For now, he's the one who has to face them, as the escort who will protect Debby.

The car continues to go, until it reaches a building that is not too big but organized. There were two parked cars, one in the garage, the other behind the car.

Rumi turned off her car engine, pulled the hand brake lever later.

"Sister... Papah It seems at home, as well as Gallen's sister," held Rumi's arm tightly, her heart racing. Remembering the luminaries of disappointment that never seemed to disappear from Debby's mind, when she remembered her father's gaze.

He knows, no parent who takes it for granted, changes from the child, especially about the beliefs held so far.

Rumi touched the back of Debby's hand gently. "Don't be afraid, there's me."

"I believe sister. just? If brother Gallen to curse Rumi's brother. I'm gonna feel bad."

"Darling, don't think bad just yet. Our intentions are good. So calm down... Let's get down."

"Sister? But if it's true?" Restrained again. Those eyes were emitting a worried look to her husband. If only he was the one who was maki-maki no problem, if it was Rumi?

Rumi smiled. "I'll take it. So don't worry yeah. Let's get down."

Debby nodded, read the basmalah and opened the car door.

Just as the two car doors were closed, the sound of the door opening was heard.

Debby stood next to Rumi, where Rumi's hand immediately grabbed the wife's hand linking to her. Waiting for who will come out of the door.

Appearing a middle-aged woman, he was fixated for a moment staring longingly at the girl who had a big hijab even to her knees.

The clothes were all black and hijab, which made Miss Brigitta again dropped her clear hair. He just shut up. Until the two of them started to step into the slightly open gate.

Debby's smile developed, she could not help her tears from falling while already standing in front of the porch of the house.

"Siang mah's... How are you?" Sweep raspy.

Lady Brigitta walked slowly, both of her hands raised.

His eyes stared straight unblinkingly, his lips trembling. Touch both cheeks.

"Debby..."

"Mahs... Hiks, Debby misses mom." His issue. Madam Brigitta nodded, she could not speak anything but sob. Hugged the princess' body.

"Debby.. Debbie." Debbie." That was all he could say, crying. I miss him so much with that kid.

Rumi who saw the two hugging also let out a sigh of relief, her eyes wet too, she was moved.

Indeed, there will be no mother who is able to, eliminate the figure of the child from her life. Disappointed about Debby's move from Catholic to Muslim was certain. But he is sure, as time goes by Debby's mother will definitely accept it too.

Debby let go of his embrace. She wiped the mother's tears. "I'm sorry, mah... Sorry Debby. Sorry..sorry."

The girl was about to calm down, but was restrained by her mother.

"You have forgiven you, you have accepted your decision. Really am... It's just, mamah is too subject to papah's rules."

"Hiks... Thanks mah. Thank you very much." Debby turned to look at Rumi. "This is Debby's husband, mah. Rumi's sister."

"Good day Mah." Rumi shook the hand of the mother-in-law.

"The handsome guy. I'm sorry, you didn't see you that time."

"It's okay, mah. Rumi understood her condition at that moment."

Mrs Brigitta smiled widely, she patted Rumi's shoulder feeling happy, having been looking after her daughter while in Jakarta.

Until a man came out, he was surprised when there was Debby in front of the house. Da... Gallic.

"You guys...?"

"Sister... A... How are you?" Debby vibrates.

"Can you still ask me how?? How dare you set foot here?" Hunus Gallen, staring dislikely at the man next to Debby. While the mother held him in her arms hugged Gallen.

"Hey...! Do not be pretentious to say you want to have a better relationship again, realize not...? You've influenced this woman next to you, so you can destroy her yourself. So just get out there... Papah won't meet you."

"Hiks...." Debby lowered her head, while Rumi's hand clasped Debby's hand tightly, strengthening.

"Gallen, what are you doing? Just get in."

"Mahs... There was no need to melt just because of the child's cry. Our decision to throw it away is already unanimous."

"Sir Gallen, please forgive me brother. I still can't erase my longing for you. It's birthday tomorrow. Debby wanted to say something to him."

"The Father doesn't need any words from you. Do not make papah and mama more hurt, so go home. Go back to Jakarta."

"Gallen...!!" Jerked one of the men from the inside to make the two silenced, Mr. Yohan came out, dressed neatly.

"Mom..." Debby smiled, still crying. Mr. Yohan was silent.

Walk through the crowd.

"Father... Hixes. Debby Misses." The boy muttered, just after Mr. Yohan passed him by. But the longing speech of the child's lips did not make him stop the pace of his feet.

"Well...? Papah doesn't want to talk to Debby? Papah let Debby stay here, right?" Ask. While Mr. Yohan was still silent, opened the door of his car and entered. Gallen walked quickly, he helped open the gate outside even wider.

After that, the car backed out and left without leaving any words.

"Hiks." Debby cried again, as did the mother who immediately hugged her.

"Prophey darling. Papah still needs time, but are you sure? Papah will soon receive you again."

"Don't give him hope... Debby doesn't deserve to be a family in our home. And you!" Gallen points at Rumi, then grabs Debby's arm and forcibly releases her arm to her mother. Then push slowly towards Rumi, where Rumi immediately beristighfar in heart, while holding Debby's body in his arms. "Take him away from this place. You'll never be accepted here."

Gallen breezed away while pulling his mother's hand into the house, then closed the door in a rude slam.

"Hiks... Rumi's sister." Debby was sobbing in her husband's arms.

"Prophey, baby... You can do it, Dek. Tomorrow we come again papah and mamah yes. You see you've accepted me, who knows. Stay papah and brother Gallen."

Debby nodded, letting go of Rumi's embrace, then placed a small paper bag on the round table on the terrace.

Grabbing his notebook, writing something down, then inserting a piece of paper that he ripped into a paper bag.

"How's it?" Ask Rumi.

"We'll just go back to Jakarta. That Rumi's not tired."

"No deck, we'll just stay at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow morning we're here again."

Debby shaking. "Just go home. I've put papah's gift here."

"Well sure?"

"Yes brother. Come on." He turned for a moment towards the door with a sad look, then walked while holding hands.

'may Papah be pleased with my gift. I hope Papah is willing to wear it. Or at least he keeps.' Debby's inner self, in a claustrophobic soul. As if the emptiness is increasingly felt, he realized, it is not easy to repair a relationship that has been destroyed. But he also believes, there is no eternal parental hatred, all will definitely improve, even if somehow.

Seriate...

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The epilogue...

Mr. Yohan stopped his car in front of Greja.

He walked in with a curve, down the stairs with long chairs on his right and left. Passed one by one from the row of the bench. Then choose one of them for where he sits.

He was just pensive, staring straight ahead, with tears dripping down.

He raised his hands slightly, linking his ten fingers in front of his chest. Pray, only he knows. Long enough in that position.

Until he finished, then lowered his head.squeezing his knees, his back was shaking violently, crying as if in his solitude.