Pledge of Love Rumi
the Secret of A' Faqih

The sky outside was already dark, yet they were both grateful when they were able to arrive home in time.

At see Abi Irsyad is ready with Koko and sarong, as well as a prayer mat hanging on his shoulder.

As usual, every evening, he would come to the mosque early while waiting for the Maghrib adhan to reverberate.

"Assalamualaik." Greet the two, walking over to the figure of the father who coolly developed a friendly smile, welcoming the arrival of the two of them.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," replied ustadz Irsyad. The two children grabbed his hands, dipping them in turn. "What time is it, nduk? Dad is healthy, isn't he?"

"Bi was two this afternoon. Thank God, they're healthy."

"Thank God. Take a break if you are tired."

"Yes Bi" Debby said. The two then entered, after Abi Irsyad walked out near the gate of the house.

In kitchen...

Debby took out some of the food they bought before getting home. There is fried chicken, there is SOP too. Including a dozen doughnuts, in allotment to himself Nuha and Ziya.

"I thought, Noah and Ziya are still staying tonight?" said Debby, who was pouring the soup into a large bowl.

"Say Abi, A' Faqih is sick. That's why Nuha came home this morning," replied Rumi walking towards the dining table, carrying a bottle of cold water that she had taken from the refrigerator.

"What pain?" Debby asked, handing the empty glass that was nearby to Rumi.

"Fever, deck. Looks sapped. Because Nuha said, the night before A' Faqih had to return home tonight because of the dismantling of his merchandise, tomorrow morning after dawn he went straight back to send quite a lot of goods to one of the ponpes in Banten, and the afternoon was straight at the house of Tahfiz. So after Ashar he was rich in that."

"Oh God..."

"He is like that, his people are active. Work hard too, if the pain was never felt, because indeed the person was a lot of silence, so never complained about anything he felt. But he was very responsible to his son and his wife. Honestly, I'm jealous, I want to be persistent like him." Rumi gulped the water.

"I want Rumi's sister to do the right job. I don't want you to get sick." Hugging Rumi's waist.

"MashaAllah's... But not good huh? Men like that. Can be established, have your own home too, private vehicles and?"

"Do what it all is if the edges will torture themselves. I want Rumi's sister to work properly."

Rumi smiled in response to Debby's words with pleasure. Before long the voice of the Maghrib reverberated. "I will try to work properly, but make you happy."

"Hehehe... Promise to Husband."

"inshaAllah's wife? Prayer yuk."

"Come on." Excited, Keduanyan also walked towards the prayer room not far from the dining room.

***

We move to another place.

After the Maghrib prayer, A' Faqih again laid down his body with the sarong still attached. Sleeping in a curled up position, a little shivering.

Noah moved from his prostration, approaching his husband. He touched A' Faqih's forehead, his fever was still quite high but much better. He saw cold sweat on his forehead. Noah rubbed it gently with his hands.

"A'...? Just to the hospital."

"No need, neng. A'a just need a break. They have already taken medication. It will heal too."

"A'a ya... If you are sick, can you talk to Noah? Noah said, don't be too forced to work."

"Not every day neng, yesterday it happened to be fitting unloading goods in the morning nganter order." Faqih grabbed Ziya's body trying to get on the bed, put her in the blanket, then hugged her. The boy giggled as well as Faqih, he kissed his daughter's cheek with anxiety.

"Q...!" Nuha was a little upset, A' Faqih was like that the most difficult if asked to the doctor when he was sick. He himself was confused, during his marriage with himself? the man never even wanted to go to the clinic when sick, most stuck only buying drugs in the pharmacy.

"Hilwah, seriously... A'a it's just soy sauce."

"What soy sauce? You said your joints were a bit painful, right?"

"That's natural because A'a has a fever. Eat it shiver too."

"But what's wrong with seeing a doctor, check to make it more clear the pain. It's in the right medicine."

"A'a males neng... Males if the doctor has been willing to inject." Kiss again Ziya.

"Allahu Rabbi...why if injected, is A'a afraid?" One new thing he knows. Could that be the reason? The man never wanted to go to the clinic, just because he was afraid of being injected.

"Emmm... No, it's not that. Yes males. Don't seek treatment tomorrow, get well. Really."

"Neng, no need. A'a is this healthy. Look A'a wake up." He tried to sit up even though his body was still feeling cheerful. "No, A'a healthy. Don't go to the clinic."

Glanced sharply, "Aren't you afraid of injecting?"

"No. ngarang maneh mah."

"Then let's go to clinic A'..."

"No neng, Meni maksa pisan euy." Sleep again, because his head is still dizzy.

"Who does it mean, after all not only all who are sick? Keep checking the doctor should be injected."

"The fact is that many are injected as well. A'a does not want to neng." Covering his head with a pillow.

"A'a..." Noah shook Faqih's body. "Come to the doctor, don't be afraid. Not gonna get injected."

"Who's afraid of being injected? He said no."

"Well, if you're not afraid, let's get some medicine."

"Miss? Here just massage A'a's head to be healed quickly," Faqih's word that directly grabbed Noah's hand, changed position with his head on Noah's lap, then put Noah's hand on his head.

"Yeah... Ijit Abiii..." Says Ziya also massaging Abinya's hands.

"Pinter geulis... Here's the Abinya pijitin. Do not bring rich Umma who likes to rumble to the clinic. Abi's people are healthy?" Faqih raised Ziya's body and placed it on her stomach.

"Thank you." murmured Noah who decided to give up while massaging the husband's head. Forcing her to seek treatment was the hardest thing throughout her marriage to Faqih. And only this time did he know, the exact reason? The husband was apparently afraid of needles.

Noah looked down, laughing. Make Faqih look up.

"Laughs?"

"No." Muffled laughter.

"That's what?"

"No A'...."

"Betting A'a must be, what am I?"

"Su'udzon..."

"hmmmm.just watch." Faqih closed his eyes again, enjoying the massage of Noah.

"cieeeeee who was afraid of syringes." teased Nuha later.

"Hmmm... 'Kan? So this is."

"What?" Noah was still trying to hold back the laughter.

"How to tease A'a... After the balloon."

"Haha.... Astagfirullah al'azim."

"Can?"

Noah's body shook with laughter. Then put it down for a moment. "Tomorrow to buy another balloon. Blow it up near Abi."

"Yeah, buy aloon. Liaaa..." Ziya responded.

"Red? What's the same, son?"

"Miss?" Faqih pressed both of Noah's cheeks with one hand.

"What the hell? I'm talking to Ziya."

"Well, if you get to sell it."

"Pig... Fear of injection, fear of balloons. Yes, one by one began to be discovered his weaknesses."

"Keep...continue... satisfied are you?"

"Haha..." Nuha pulled Faqih's cheeks feeling anxious herself, while Faqih only sighed while shaking her head.