Pledge of Love Rumi
the meeting was not expected.

Since the ashar prayer did not call for her reading, she could only observe. And in the second stage he just realized. Who was the Ustadz priest in front.

But immediately returned his focus to the worship he was living, after a moment of faltering.

They also said their greetings after they were finished, giving a short thought to each. Then move off that prostration.

Outside, Maryam and Debby put on their socks. Joking together, while relaxing for a moment.

"Excuse me, ukh." said a woman who was about to grab her shoes because they were right under Maryam's feet.

"Oh... Please." Mary put her feet away for a moment. But he was surprised when he found the woman was a woman he knew. "Miss?"

The woman turned her head, who was none other than her ex-wife. Surprised later. "Cissies?"

Mary saw the woman was pregnant. He smiled, "MashaAllah, how are you?"

"Good Ci. Alhamdulillahot... How's cici?"

"I am also good Alhamdulillah."

"Thank God..."

"Are you pregnant again?" Ask Maryam kindly.

"Ah... Ja. Thank God, my third child with Bang Akhri."

'Akhri?' Debby's dumbfounded, so she's Om Akhri's wife? How thought.

"Owh... Congratulations yes. I haven't heard from you guys in a long time. I want to have three kids."

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. Cici how? Are you married again? Or maybe you already have a child?"

The deg...! Maryam dimmed her smile. 'she knows I can't have children? Why ask like that?'

"I'm not married yet" she replied, forcing a smile.

"Oh... Didn't she? Why not get married again? Cici is still pretty. Still young."

Debby who heard that was a little riled up. The woman was hijab-wearing, but it seemed like her words were not very good to her aunt. Even with the biggest smile.

"Tante, sorry?"

"Deb. Don't ya." Whisper Maryam, because she understands, Debby what she looks like.

Until a man stood far enough away from the three of them, "Dik..."

Maryam pecked for a moment, upon hearing the voice of the man behind her.

'that sound? That call?' maryam, she touched her chest. Still in a position of his back, did not dare to look back.

"Have finished? Let's go home." Take it to Nia. Yep... He is the Akhri ustadz who has not yet known if the woman who was chatting with Nia is Maryam.

Nia who was currently pinching her shoes in hand immediately stepped closer to her husband.

"Bao... So to the baby supply store?"

"Yes. But before this we eat first yes. I'm hungry."

"Don't know this."

"Yes, but in restaurant X yeah."

The deg...! Maryam recalled, it was her favorite restaurant and Akhri used to be, she squeezed the hijab on her chest. Suddenly his chest felt back.

"Haha... Yes, Dik." Rubbing Nia's stomach softly. "Slow nets Umma, later Abi's son is tired."

Akhri's words although soft but still can be heard faintly by Maryam.

"Haha... There's Umma who's tired Bi."

"Yes if tired later Abi pijitin. Kasian my wife. Let's go."

'yes Rabbi.' Mary's eyes began to run down the river, he really did not dare to look at it in the slightest. I hope Akhri doesn't know it's him, and feels grateful when they both leave.

Debby turned her head back to the two people who had started to get further away. It really feels so bad. If not in Maryam's custody, maybe he had moved closer to the two of them and cursed at her.

"Basic doesn't know himself." Bump Debby, riled up.

"Istighfar Deb" said Maryam, who was wearing her shoes.

"Tante, why shut up? That was intentionally so. Oh my... The woman's behavior is nothing like it."

"Let's... Let's go." Maryam had moved on, and stepped slowly first.

"Auntie... Was he like that? She's got a long hijab, Ustadz's wife again."

Maryam smiled. 'what she did is more than what you see right now Deb.' Maryam could only speak inwardly, as she continued to move on.

"Aunties. Why just shut up?"

"What should aunty be? That angry? Aunty has no right to be angry?"

"Yes, but at least teach her the same mouth. It's smooth but full of incisions."

"Haha..."

"It does not reflect Ustadz's wife, nor can Ustadz be a role model."

"Don't Deb, Bang Akhri is a good husband. Proof he's good with his wife."

"But, she's not good with Auntie. Ih... Really yes." Debby grumbled to herself.

"Udah biarin anyway. It's not Aunt's business anymore. Let's go, let's eat first... Yuk... Yuk.." - Yuk..."

"Haaaaahs... I don't know about Auntie anymore."

"Hehehe... It's been... It's been... Auntie woles is."

Maryam holding Debby's hand took the boy away from the mosque to the next destination before returning to their homes.

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