Pledge of Love Rumi
love Mama's

The thump on the chest still continued, accompanying the footsteps of those who were already getting closer to the entrance.

I want it to feel like Rumi decided to just stop, when the sound of laughter and the joking fun of those who were inside was getting clearer. Can he mix with the family? especially at an event he should not have attended. That's how the heart of Rumi, who increasingly felt hesitant and wanted to go back.

But somehow.hernya footsteps it as if he did not mind to continue to step. Until we get to the door. Debby knocked twice on the wooden door in front of her.

Geck... Geck... With doubt Debby said good night.

Gallen's eyes are rounded. As the crowded living room was suddenly silent, all eyes were on the two of them. Unlike Mr. John who was just silent, while Mrs Brigitta smiled happily.

Gallen releases his hand, holding his future wife, and walks up to Debby and Rumi.

"You guys, here? Not shameless." Whispered.

Rumi slowly pulled the hand of the wife who wanted to reach her brother, changing his position to be in front of Debby.

"Sorry, my intentions are good. Just wanted to see Papa, say happy birthday after that already."

Gallen fell silent, with a sharp look fixed on Rumi. Until a man approached them.

"Koh...? Looks like Merry's history will happen to your son."

The deg...! Mr. Yohan's eyes were drawn towards the four of them.

"See this, I'm sure? What this man did won't take long, he'll get bored and then feed your son and marry another woman, it's customary for an ustadz."

"Astagfirullah al'azim," muttered Rumi very softly.

"Of... Why are you talking like that? My husband is not what I think."

"Well..." Pointing towards Debby. "The same answer is exactly what Merry answered. In fact? She's a widow now. Haha..."

"Anton...!" Henk madam Brigitta. "No need to give bad judgment to my son-in-law. They're just here to see us, it won't hurt you at all."

"Emm..." Antoni hunchback. Mrs Brigitta got closer, and she invited Rumi and Debby to come in. A little hesitant but finally the two people entered and sat in the middle room quite far from the living room earlier.

"Rumi, I'm sorry Papa's sister. He's like that."

Rumi smiled faintly. "It's okay, Ma"

"Sorry again, you can taste the dishes. The snacks there are halal. Mom stays ahead a while."

"Yes, Ma." Rumi smiled again, then turned to look at Debby who was holding her husband's hand tightly, trembling slightly. "Dad?"

"Huh?" Obtained.

"You why? My hands hurt a little too hard to hold this strong."

"Astagfirulah... Sorry brother."

The man chuckled. He gently caressed his head.

"Calm down."

Debby's eyes run down the river. "I feel bad."

"Who's same? I'm normal, Dek."

"But Om Antoni's speech is very evil. Hixes. Please don't get into the heart, brother?"

Rumi looked over at the door for a moment, then kissed his wife on the forehead.

"inshaAllah no dear. But by the way, who's Merry?"

"What he meant was Aunt Maryam. Yep... My family hates the rest of ustadz, because Aunt Maryam must feel her solitude."

"Is that so?" he muttered, "yes it's okay, it's natural that they still haven't accepted us. Stay up, yeah, deck."

"Yes, brother." The girl smiled, feeling calmer. Even though his heart still felt bad for Rumi. Debby invites her husband to go into her own room.

In the room, Rumi was stunned by the large cross decoration on the wall, right above her bed. Debby rushed up to the bed, about to let go.

"Daddy, what?"

"Take this off." Still trying to let go.

"No need, just say it. Not good with Papa."

"But I'm afraid Rumi's brother isn't comfortable."

"Dear darling," Rumi grabbed his wife's hand. "Here down, don't go up and fall."

"Now don't get used to it. You are a woman. Here sit." Declared.

They sit next to each other, Rumi grabs Debby's hand.

"But you don't have to feel bad about me."

"Thank you for trying to accept my family, brother?"

"Daddy, why thank me? I am even the one who is grateful and amazed with you, with conditions like this. You still hold on to your beliefs."

Debby smiled, "don't be praised, you'll fly."

"And I hold you. So just relax, it won't fly." Chuckle together, then pause for a moment.

Debby breathed. "How many months have passed, the room is still clean. Mama's really doing this room well, as if I'm still here."

Rumi rubbed her head.

"That's proof that all this time, Mama never hated you."

"Yes, brother." He leaned his head on her husband's shoulder. Rumi rubbed his wife's cheeks.

Until a knock was heard at the door, and a gentle call came from the lips of the mother outside. Debby and Rumi looked over.

"Just go in, Mah..." Tell Rumi, allow. And before long the doorknob began to move, the door opened.

Madame Brigitta's friendly smile. "Five minutes out. We'll eat together."

"Can we join in?" Ask Debby, doubt it.

"Can...." His speech.

"Yes Mah, we'll be out soon" replied Rumi. Mrs Brigitta smiled, closed the door again, and continued to walk into the kitchen.

In kitchen...

He ordered his domestic assistant to prepare the plates, cups and spoons that were new. While he rearranged the food on the table.

"Gita." Call Mr. Yohan. Which was only responded by glancing at his eyes, then turning back his face. "My wife..." Call again.

"Don't bother me, I'm busy preparing dishes for my two children." Not looking back at her husband.

"Why are you doing this."

"What's? What the hell am I doing?" Still not turning his head, he grabbed the still-wet plate from the housekeeper who held it out to him.

"Do you not appreciate me now?" Patting his chest.

Lady Brigitta turned her head, to the slightly mushy man who was now standing before her.

"That? Am I currently doing something despicable? He's not like us anymore, but he's still our son."

"Gita? Do you know who I am?"

"I knew. You are Mr. John, a faithful pastor. And you're ashamed of your congregation, aren't you, when your daughter actually converted, and married an ustadz?"

"I have another reason, not just that."

"What's? What about Merry? You're still hurting about your sister's ex-husband?"

"You know the answer, right?"

"I have to explain this how many more times? You could probably hate an ustadz just because of her behavior? But do you have to hate all ustadz too?"

"Gita..."

"I beg you never to hate a child who still loves and respects you as his father." Mrs Brigitta put the washcloth on the table, then sauntered away from the kitchen.

While Mr. Yohan was silent, he reached into his pants pocket to get something out of there. A watch he met on the table, a gift from Debby yesterday.

Seriate...

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assalamualaikum, sorry guys, I long up...

because I finished one of my novels.

but Rumi's Pledge of love novel will later try to make occasional ups. apologize once again yes, for the inconvenience. 🙏🙏