Pledge of Love Rumi
start the day again

A clear morning is a good time to start the day.

With confidence, and unceasing gratitude poured out on the Lord of the universe, who always gave him Grace and blessing in his life. Who always opens the doors of sustenance from all directions, to those who are good at being grateful.

Rumi mirrored with wide smiling lips, feeling relief when she could become a real leader. Although the income from his preaching was given entirely to Debby. But this time he could give more to his wife, than the hundreds of thousands he had given to her. Even if he is grateful for it.

he walked out of the toilet, recited a prayer and approached the busy wife with some clothes in the suitcase.

"It's the same shirt as her pants." To stretch it out, and Rumi accepted it with a feeling of pleasure. "Oh my God, good thing bring a white shirt."

Rumi smiled, he rubbed Debby's head. "Can it be a coincidence?"

"As for being so laughable. But fortunately there is, if not? Maybe yesterday we were confused looking for a new shirt."

"hehehe, thank you Zaujatti."

"Either. Cepetan wear, I don't really care."

"Haha... Not too bad, dear dad." Rumi walked towards the corner of the room, she put on her clothes there while Debby walked towards the table that was meant for makeup, in the drawer there is a hairdryer that has been prepared by the hotel. Debby immediately pulled out her hair dryer, then connected the electrical connector to a nearby outlet.

"Sister, here." Debby patted the dresser chair. Rumi complied and sat there after she finished wearing her clothes.

He sat in the chair, facing the mirror.

Let whatever his wife will do.

"I'll dry my hair first sir" Debby said in a salon-like tone.

"Hahaha, yes Tea." Rumi responds to Debby's laugh, in which the wife has started her hairdryer machine.

"Well, where is the Sultan from?"

"Why tea?" Rumi smiled.

"The handsome teu katulungan."

"Haha... Set this mode to seduce me."

Debby laughed, she put the hairdryer after it was finished, then combed her husband's hair using her fingers just to ruffle.

"What kind of model?" for a moment he grabbed the hair comb, then began to tidy up Rumi's hair with it.

"Emmm... Make me as handsome as possible."

"Eh...? Don't."

"Cock don't?"

"You're too handsome later many Mrs. K milling around, seducing."

"What is Mrs. K?"

"Mbak Kunti, Mbak Kunti office is more terrible than those who like to hang on the tree."

"Astagfirullah al'azim." Rumi chuckles.

"Haha... But isn't that right, brother?"

"More serem. If Mba Kun is in the tree they're closing the deck."

"Hehehe... Rumi nih's sister." Debby's done brushing her husband's hair. "Yeahhhh.... Very handsome."

"Times?" Rumi spread the charm in front of the mirror. "Gee... Whoa... Can't get someone."

"Dwelling... Why'd you say, who's got the intention to hook?"

"Think about Tet... Haha."

He looked up for a while and turned to Debby.

"Is it neat? Aman, right?"

"Safe dong, handsome Superstar level."

"Seriously so?"

"Seriously sir ustadz hehehe," Debby chuckled at Rumi's grunting facial expression as she called him ustadz. "huggler but afraid of scuffing your clothes again."

"I don't care if you're tired, here hug." Stretch out both his hands.

"Aaaa.... Husband." Hug.

"MashaAllah, wife." Reply to Debby's embrace. The two laughed, and after being satisfied with their silly drama came out of it.

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Previously Rumi delivered Debby first to her parents' house, according to the agreement between her and Debby.

It was just to eliminate the feeling of saturation, because if only in the hotel alone without doing anything? Maybe it will make Debora feel bored, until the decision came to go to Mama's house. Debby's expression with her cheerful expression.

Rumi takes the car, and they arrive at Debby's parents' house, which only has her mother because the others are at work.

In front of John's house...

Debby kissed her husband's hand, gently in the hope that everything that will be done by the husband can run smoothly and well.

"Dec, I'm going first. When I'm done picking it up again, in the afternoon we'll go back to Jakarta."

"Yes brother. Careful yeah... Good luck for today."

"Aamiin," Rumi kissed Debby's forehead gently. "Assalamualaik."

"Getishalam."

Rumi stepped closer to her car parked outside the fence, got in and the car walked away.

After making sure Rumi's car had not seen Debby back in to approach Mama who was sitting in the living room, enjoying a television show.

"Deb, here." Patting the chair next to him. Debby smiled and sat down next to her mother.

For a long time she had not felt this relaxed, all of Mama's gentle demeanor returned, that was what made her grateful. Mrs Brigitta gently rubbed the child's head, staring fixedly at the Muslim woman in front of her.

"You're getting beautiful and radiant," said Mama. His hand touched the hijab that Deborah was wearing. It seemed like there was still a lingering feeling, all clearly reflected from the silent gaze that was emanating in his eyes. Debby just smiled. "You also become quieter, more calm. And...? Skinny one."

"Hehehe Mama's..." Feeling flattered by the girl, when praised but with other feelings as well, that's what Debora felt when the mother said like that.

"Hehehe.. but you're happy to be with her?"

"Kok Mama asked that? Indeed Mama did not believe just by looking at the two of us, friendly?"

"Yes... Mama believes you're happy son, but Mama wants to know it from your heart too."

"Debby Happy Mah, very. Although still, her name is household sometimes like there is a problem between us but in fact she is kind and caring."

Mrs Brigitta smiled. "Thank God, Mama's quiet to hear it."

"Mama don't worry, I believe one hundred percent the same Rumi. He won't be like Om Akhri... He's not gonna fuck Debby."

A warm grip given by Miss Brigitta to her daughter, she smiled and nodded slowly. That's what he meant, the worry that the child would accept the same fate as Merry.

"Hopefully, Mama will be sad if that happens. Mama hope, Rumi does not break Papa's feelings again after being broken by Akhri. Moreover, you are Papa's son. Mama taste? Papa might be able to bless you, depending on how Rumi convinced him. And Mama's sure, Rumi can."

"Aamiin, Ma." Debby developed her smile, hopeful.