Pledge of Love Rumi
getting Heaven.

Rumi walked slowly, the goal was to return to the office. Take the file and go home.

The smile of the Muslim woman was still imagined, even until she began to bring the speed of the car to visit her in-laws' house.

Many times he has been involved, trying to distract the woman with Debby's smile.

He had never been like that before, perhaps because of the great longing for Umma Rahma. While the woman is so similar to her age that makes her keep remembering the woman's facial lines?

"I have to meet Debby as soon as possible" Rumi muttered, while the car was still traveling at a speed entering the residential area, where Debora's parents lived.

Arriving home, Debby got out quickly. She smiled broadly at Rumi, welcoming her husband with a mixed feeling of longing even though only briefly at work.

"Assalamualaik."

"Walaikumsalam," Debby reached for Rumi's hand to kiss the back of the hand gently.

"Have you come home yet?" ask Rumi.

"Not yet, Papa's coming home in the afternoon maybe at two."

"Owh... Alright."

"What time are we going to Jakarta?"

"Ba'da Azhar yes."

"Yes." replied Debby, the two walked together. Rumi wanted to say hello to her mother-in-law, chat for a while and then go into Debby's room.

He saw that the cross in the room was gone, making him turn to Debby.

"Dec? That's you who's taken off, isn't it?" Pointing towards the wall.

"No, sis. It might be Mama. I'm not here anymore."

"Owh... But you didn't say anything, did you?"

"No, brother... Debby also doesn't know it's been off that way. Just let it go." Debby sat next to Rumi, sitting cross-legged with her chin supported, facing the man. "how is it today?"

"Alhamdulillah, fluent. Maybe I'm three times a week to Bandung."

"Emmm... That so?"

"Yes, but can I talk? When I was in Bandung, you in Jakarta were okay, right? I'm trying to get home straight on deck, no ginep."

Debby smiled she was a mangosteen. Signs are okay.

"Alhamdulillah, because if you come to Bandung, I'm afraid you're exhausted."

"Yes, brother, I understand. I'm not papa kok. means later can play to the place of Aunt Maryam or Maak Shafa."

"MashaAllah, yes may be dear."

Debby widened her smile. Who was immediately smiled back by Rumi while rubbing Debby's cheeks.

"Yes Zaujatti, I love you."

"me too. What reply?"

"Call me Zauji."

"Yes... Zauji." Debby gave a little love code with her thumb and index finger.

"MashaAllah." Rumi gave a kiss on the wife's forehead with affection.

***

In Jakarta...

Ustadz Irsyad has just returned to teach. He unlocked his house, said hello and pensively in front of the door when he felt the house was quiet, if yesterday he could laugh, when he saw the two small legs of Ziya who ran over to him, he said, now it is no longer, because the child has returned to Asemka this morning using an online taxi.

This morning, Noah said that if today he had to go back to Asemka, he actually wanted to stay another night. But because A' Faqih was sick at home, and could not return to Irsyad's home last night made Noah feel confused himself. Where when she was at home Abinya while her husband at home alone was a fever. He wanted to go home that night, but Faqih forbade him. That's all if Nuha doesn't go after A'Faqih with some questions about why he didn't go to the camp, maybe Faqih won't be honest if he's sick.

Ustadz Irsyad sighed. He thinks in his daydreams, indeed the best friends in life are a couple. Because the child will have their own responsibilities, from there he as a parent can not force them to keep him at home. And lucky ustadz Irsyad that When he was still teaching, at least he could eliminate his loneliness by meeting students, or maybe worshipers.

Ustadz Irsyad walked slowly to the living room chair, sitting there while removing the socks still attached to his legs.

At the sight of the toenails began to be long, it looks like last Friday he forgot not to cut his toenails. Ustadz Irsyad went to one of the tables with a small drawer, he grabbed a nail clipper and a piece of newspaper. Putting that on the floor for a moment and then he sat with one leg on the bend while the other crossed.

"Usually, it's Rahma's Deck's job." Ustadz Irsyad chuckled to himself, and he began to pick one by one his nails.

(Flashback is on.).

It was quite a hot afternoon, precisely when Rumi and Nuha were about ten years old. The two kids were taking a nap. Rahma walked down the stairs, and the kitchen was her goal.

After arriving, he opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of isotonic drink from inside. Walk back to the table, pour a glass and sit on the chair, drink it.

"Srst.... Sjsssttt..." Ustadz Irsyad leaned in at the kitchen entrance to call Rahma. The mother of two children turned her head with the lips of the glass still attached to her lips. Rahma lowered the glass again.

"Yes mas?"

"Did, the afternoon is like that."

"Tomorrow? It was light that day."

"Oh my goodness, it's hot too."

Ustadz Irsyad shook his head, he approached Rahma, pulling his cheeks in a daze.

"Let's... Pain, um...!"

"What's hot? Mas is kind hearted nawarin you heaven, do you think what the hell?"

"What else, right?"

Ustadz Irsyad is about to pull his cheek again.

"Please... Aye, yes. What heaven?" Chuckles.

"Heaven for being devoted to the husband."

Rahma glanced suspiciously. "Do you want jail?"

"Aren't you su'udzon?"

"Yes out, the mas is worth suspecting."

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Deck... You yeah?"

"Hehehe sorry... Excuse me... Yaudah what a paradise."

"Your hand is here."

"Hand?"

"Yes, hold your palms together" he said.

A little horrified but Rahma complied, with both elbows supported by the table, he raised both palms.

Ustadz Irsyad smiled, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out something. After that put a small object made of iron into Rahma's hand.

"Jeeengs... Jeeeong... Just capitalize on this, you can get my ridho as your husband."

"What'sthis? Nail clippers?"

"Yes, cut off Kang mas's toenails." Smirked, patting his chest.

"Astagfirullah al'azim,"

"Opo deck? Don't protest, yuk said he wanted heaven."

"But right?"

"Do you? Remember, what's the husband's request?"

"What a damn thing, father of this one."

"Can dong..." Laughing jail. "Yuk, where do you want to motingin nails? Center space? Living room? Or on top? Kang mas will gladly obey."

"Haha... Very good this one, huh?" Randomized waist.

"Don't protest, you said you wanted heaven. From now on the task of cutting off the legs, Mas leave it to you. Proud of not?"

"Proud of how rich it is?"

"Loh, that's a blessed coronation deck, make no mistake. Let's go, and fulfill your duty." Ustadz Irsyad walked first and then turned his head, when Rahma was just silent... What's your own way in the hold."

"iii.... Ngeselin ya." Grunt.

"Ra Popo deck, paradise... The paradise... Yuk, yuk ntar is not another heaven's bonus." Ustadz Irsyad took Rahma's hand.

"No, good in the mas. So double-double."

"Drug deck, your heaven is also double later."

"Dispense...!"

"Maha."

(Flashback is off)

Ustadz Irsyad has finished cutting all five of his toenails. He also switched to another leg.

"The miss is on you, deck. Really," muttered Ustadz Irsyad, with lips still smiling wryly. Focus on cutting off the other five toenails. After that he intends to visit Rahma's grave, to release the longing.

Seriate...