Pledge of Love Rumi
you belong to me only one

The night docked, the moonlight began to say hello. Tired of the journey from Bandung to Jakarta, and the activities in Rumi today really make him want to indulge with his pillows and blankets.

But he must be able to hold for a moment, when he has started to work. And now, he is busy struggling with his laptop keyboard. Tweak the job before the deadline arrives tomorrow.

He chose the balcony of the room, as a quiet place that is right for him to pour out ideas that are shrouded in the brain. Worked after that, and now that time has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening, everything is still not finished.

Inside, Debby squirms. He woke up after a few hours of sleep. Raising his head for a moment made sure. The television that was on was dead, along with the lights that were also out. But the balcony door is still open, it looks like Rumi's sister is still outside?

The girl sat up, dizzy, then came down from her bed to the husband who was still awake.

"Sister?" Call Debby nongol from the inside, with her hoarse voice. The man turned his head at a glance, and only smiled and then looked back at his laptop because of responsibility.

"Kok up?" Asked Rumi then, Debby walked closer, standing beside Rumi, where her husband grabbed her hand kissing Debby's hand. "Sleep again baby, it's still night."

"Later, Rumi isn't asleep yet?"

"Step, deck. Short again. Tomorrow morning should be sent the problem," replied Rumi.

"Oohs... Let me make some coffee, won't I?"

"No, baby, I made some sweet tea." Rumi pointed at a glass that was still half of its contents.

"Kok make it himself anyway? Why not get up Debby?"

"I see you're tired, deck. Sleep just now is not hard, right? So I decided to do it myself. No papa."

"Huh..." Debby snorted, while Rumi just chuckled. He also sat in the other seat. Glancing towards the laptop screen. "Still a long time?"

"Awhile more. Just a little more." Rumi moved her mouse, swiping right, left, top down. Try to form perfect line details.

"Sister, can I ask you a question?"

"Can. Ask what?" Still focused on the laptop.

"What is a good household definition? Is it always friendly? Or is it always a fuss."

Rumi smiled. "Both should have a deck. So that household relations are always booster."

"I mean in the household, the bickering is natural? But it's not good either."

"It's not good if the deck is too often. But that, will definitely happen as a seasoning of intimacy. Because we are united with different temperament and nature."

"I can, trying to be a person who always follows whatever his brother wants."

"Effort as much as possible, not just everything. You gotta stay on your own, deck. And I will still be myself. Even if they have to contradict each other." Typewriter... Typewriter... Typewriter... Rumi is still focused on work, because it is only just to save the data.

"What then? Isn't it delicious. When can we try to be a frequency? We'll avoid a fuss."

Rumi was done with her work, she closed her laptop and grabbed a cold cup of tea. He thrust it on Debby later. The girl drank it.

"Dec, you know? The happiest couple in the world has never had the same traits. They only understand each other well about the differences they have. In essence, when we try to accept each deficiency will feel more comfortable. So this life will not be attached to the restraints between each other. The origin is still in his shari'a."

"That's it, but I seem sincere. Because I love Rumi's sister, very much. I can do anything, as long as I can be with you, keep Rumi's sister to love me only." Debby hugged Rumi's arm tightly while resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Why call her name?"

"No, he's the guy who used to like you. He's perfect more than anything, why do you like me, like this?"

"Sister Rumi what's he talking about? Even if he's cool people say, but I don't like it, because he used to make me angry. As seniors. So I decided to hate her until now."

Rumi was silent for a moment... He looked up at the sky, then breathed.

"Ahbib habiibaka haunammaa, asa’an yakuuna baghidhaka yaumammaa wa abghidhaka haunammaa, asa’an yakuuna habiibaka yaumamma." said Rumi suddenly, who was still staring at the sky. The girl raised her head.

"That's verse? Or hadith?" Debby asked, Rumi turned her head, she rubbed his wife's cheek.

"That's hadith, Deck. Which is narrated by Imam Tirmidhi, meaning that? Love your beloved (by) mediocre, who knows one day he will be your enemy, and hate the one you hate (by) mediocre, mediocre, who knows, someday he'll be your love."

"The Hadith is not intended for those of us who are married."

"It could be the deck, I'm the one you see perfect right now. Just an ordinary human being, who might disappoint you in the future. Until you will hate and regret our closeness."

Debby was stunned instantly, speechless with an unblinking look towards Rumi. The man smiled, gently rubbed Debby's cheek, then gave a kiss on the cheek.

"Why be quiet?" Rumi asked whispered near her ear.

"Sister Rumi, there's no intention of getting me hurt, right?" Suddenly the girl felt a hint of sadness, as well as fear that began to creep in her heart.

Rumi smiled faintly, "No dear."

Debby who heard that was not quite satisfied with Rumi's answer, she lowered her head.

"Yuk yuk." Rumi moved, where Debby's hand was still holding her. He held onto Rumi's cheeks, staring fixedly at the two beautiful eyes of the man he loved.

"I love you, Rumi."

"I'm also deck."

Debby smiled wryly, then landed a kiss on her lips. Afterwards hugging Rumi's body.

"Sir, don't be affected by my words earlier. It's just a hadith as a reminder." Rumi felt a fear that seemed to be attacking Debby's soul at this moment. While the girl was silent, she still hugged her husband's body.

"Dad?"

"Debby dear brother Rumi, Debby love sister Rumi. I just want to, Debby's the only wife of Rumi's sister."

"Astagfirullah al'azim's. Of course my wife is just you, deck."

"Aaaa... Anyway promise. Now and forever."

Rumi smiled. "inshaAllah, now and for eternity, only Deborah Aruan. My beloved wife."

Debby smiled thinly, she still hugged Rumi's body tightly, hoping that the body and love of the man in her arms were only her own, and not willing to share.