Pledge of Love Rumi
kind-hearted daughter-in-law

The day continued to change, arriving when Rumi returned to Bandung. Because there's work to be done in his office.

Tonight, Debby's still working on her ironing in the laundry room. At that time, Abi Irsyad had just returned from a routine event every Thursday night, in one of the assemblies. The heart wants to take water. But apparently the laundry room was still lit by the lights.

He looked at his watch, it was twelve o'clock at night. Did Debby forget to turn off the lights yet?

He walked, seeing the son-in-law still there apparently.

"Assalamualaik."

"Eh... Walaikumsalam."

"Yes Allah... You haven't slept?"

"A little while now, Bi. The responsibility."

"Already turn off the iron. Tomorrow again."

"Yes Bi, here's another one." Debby's still doing her job.

"Where's rumi?"

"Sister Rumi sleeps."

"Astagfirullah al'azim."

"No papa, Bi. Tomorrow Rumi's brother leaves in the morning."

"Here you go, turn it off. Continue tomorrow only. You should take a break."

"Yes Bi, let Debby just finish this one."

Abi Irsyad sighed, the girl did not look at all spoiled, nor lazy because she lived with her in-laws.

He even does all the housework selflessly, with a smile that always expands cheerfully when dealing with Him. Never even once, he heard the girl grumbling, or just showed her an upset face due to fatigue.

"Alhamdulillah... It's over." debbie. He put a hanger on the shirt, then approached Abi Irsyad. "Debby went to Bi's room, assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." murmured Abi Irsyad lirih. He looked at the girl feeling guilty, because Debby was now the only woman in the house. Which certainly has the feeling to make the whole house comfortable with him. He turned off the lights in the room and decided to go to his own room.

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Tomorrow...

Debby prepared all Rumi's needs, after running down the small, she remembered that she was boiling water in the kitchen.

Abi Irsyad has turned off the gas stove.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, sorry Bi. Debby again prepared all the needs of Rumi's sister."

Abi Irsyad smiled, he was ready with his neat clothes. "No papa Nduk, this is also just heard the sound of the steam boiler."

"Is that so? What does Abi want to make, coffee? Tea?"

"No need, nduk. Just white water."

Debby smiled happily, then grabbed a big cup. Pour a little hot water and then mix it with cold water. Because Abi Irsyad likes to drink warm water.

"This is the drink, Bi."

"MashaAllah, thank you. Abi can actually take it himself. But if in ladeni like this is not nolak as well. Thank you, Abi's son Soleha."

"Sama-sama Bi," Debby chuckled flattered. "Oh, Abi sorry. Debby just cook this. Abi want another masakin?"

"This is enough, Nduk."

"Emmm.... Then tonight, Abi want Debby masakin what? Let Debby shop."

"Hehehe... Abi like?"

"Like, really like it. It's delicious."

"Alhamdulillah... Lauknya Bi,"

"She'll eat it all, take it easy."

Hearing Abi Irsyad's words while chuckling, then reaching for the round egg cooked in the stew made Debby happy, not to mention with other compliments. That's why Debby feels good doing anything in the house, with no feelings that make her think anything. Either like a daughter-in-law who is considered a household assistant and so on, like the thoughts of the daughters-in-law out there.

Who considers doing all the housework in his father-in-law's residence is something made that falls into the category of slavery. Not all daughters-in-law think so.

Soon Rumi came down, approached the two at the table to eat. Where the wife swiftly grabbed the plate, handed it to Rumi.

Abi Irsyad who saw that was a head-scarf. That girl is really awesome. Where he who still looks young, with a bloodline that can be said not from ordinary people, but his attitude is quite mature. Able to put himself well, as a good wife and daughter-in-law.

Even the house looks neat, like trying to do the homework itself. Until never once gave himself a chance even though it was just sweeping the floor. Everything was done by his son-in-law. It's true that she's a moor, Mr. Yohan and Mrs Gita. What an amazing old man. Can educate Debby to be quite perfect woman ahlaknya, even though she is a convert.

Ustadz Irsyad cleared his throat, after remembering something. "Sir, Rani will come later, to work here."

"Bak Rani? You mean Abi, a housekeeper?" Ask Debby.

"Yes, help clean up this house."

"But right? Debby can do it herself. No papa, no." Debby feels bad, she worries her job isn't right. Abinya Rumi decides to find a housekeeper.

"Dek, Abi is like you. Eating Abi asked Rani's mother to help you," Rumi explained.

"Is that so?"

"Yes nduk. This house is quite large, Abi likes to pity see you until tired like this. After all, Rani can be your friend at home. His people are good, he used to work here also help Umma. She stopped for five years because her mother was sick. Thank God he wants to work here again."

"Oh, so it is..." Beards, understand.

"Yes already. Spend your nights. Abi is done. Abi left first yes.thank you for this delicious breakfast."

"Bi-sama, Debby is happy that Abi likes."

Abi Irsyad smiled. "When will Abi bring me another lumpia boom?" *(Spicy Lumpia with stuffing, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, scrambled eggs and beef. The size is quite large almost like an egg martabak.)

"Gee... Want, Bi." Debby responded.

"Allah, inshaAllah will bring Abi. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam, thank you Bi." Happy smiles. He looked towards Rumi.

"Well, you're getting more like Noah. Pantes Abi loves you very much... MashaAllah." Rumi rubbed Debby's head, anxious.

"Hehehe... Intimate soul mate. I can look like Noah. Abi's really nice, so it feels like a real father."

"It should be like that."

"Yes Brother."

Rumi smiled, she grabbed a mouthful of rice for Debby. "Sign my darling."

"Ih... Rice, a little more." Debby opened her mouth.

"Hehehe... Love a little, let's not get bored of your feet. Because my love is still a lot, fear of satiety too."

The two chuckled, feeling it was crisp but still able to invite a second laugh, then continued their meal to completion.

Seriate....