Pledge of Love Rumi
Imami me.

The morning is back. The sound of the dawn Adhan was already reverberating, awakening Debora who was now beginning to squirm.

Slowly the still blurry view began to appear clear. Her husband's warm smile greeted her. He just took a shower, because he is currently wearing Koko's robe.

'wow.' thrashing in the heart. Yes, yes, it could be the author. Hehe.

Debby hugged the bolster pillow tighter, staring with deep love, full of admiration. It's nice to see Rumi wearing Koko's robe. He looks more handsome. Even when wearing ordinary clothes, they are also very handsome. But for some reason, the aura is different if Rumi wears more religious clothes.

Praise continues to overflow in the heart, admiring the husband who now reaches his alphabet. Then hang it on the shoulder. It was as if level one hundred was directly given by Debora.

"Bring there" said Rumi, who had been standing beside the bed, leaning her body and pressing Debby's cheeks with one hand. Rumi's favorite is like that. Because for him just adorable, the two cheeks on the press make his wife's natural pink lips look forward. Especially when it ends with Debby.

"Awhile more. Just had an adzan, right?" replied the girl, letting go of Rumi's hand, which was still at home touching her white and smooth cheek.

"Sir, don't procrastinate. Now the shower runs out it instantly prayers. I went to the mosque first."

"Wait for Kak, why not pray at home anyway?"

"I'm a man. So it should be worshipers in the mosque, Dek."

"Sholat at home anyway, once in a while. Just this morning. I want to pray with you." Swagging spoiled on Rumi's arm.

Rumi sighed. Then sit next to him.

"There's Azhar time, when I pray at home with you."

"But I want to pray dawn as well. I don't memorize the chirps."

"Well? How come you didn't say you didn't memorize kunut?"

"Well, I haven't told you that I haven't memorized my mouth? Honestly, not just a stick. But, Iftitah too." Debby looked down embarrassed, while Rumi was the opposite. He felt guilty that he could not be a good priest for his wife.

"Astagfirullah. I'm sorry Dek. I may pay less attention to you. Especially since I work. by the way now you are so rarely salaried huh?"

The girl nodded.

"Yes Allah... Sorry yeah. For chaff, in hafalin again, if it is difficult? While just read the prayer broom jagad.inshaAllah is not papa, as long as not not to chew ya. Although sunah? but baby, you don't get the good, Dek."

"Is that so? What kind of a broom prayer?"

Rumi smiled, he rubbed Debby's head. Trying to be patient and understanding, because Debby is a new person to the religion of Islam. So he's still really learning from zero.

"Rabbanaa, aatinaa fid dunyaa hasanah, wa fil aakhirati hasanah, wa qinaa 'adzaaban naar. Memorized, right?"

"Oh... That That one? Memorize it." Debby widened her smile.

"Yes already, yuk now get ready. Oh yea! I just remembered, it's been almost a month you don't memorize short letters. Oh God, so busy is the same job, so forget all my duties to you."

'ooh... What last letter did Brother Rumi ask to memorize?' debby murmured inwardly, who suddenly panicked. He also let go of his grip.

"That'S...?"

"That's what? You've memorized it, haven't you?" Ask Rumi.

"Emmm.. haaaafal, how to memorize." Debby scratching her head.

"really? What letter did you try?"

'duh... what is it?' Debby looked up at the ceiling of the room, remembering the name of the letter.

"Dad?"

"Emmm... Brother, go to the mosque there. Later in angratin Abi loh." Trying to divert, while he's trying to remember again.

"Kok changed his mind. was asking me to pray the same? But Abi will not be angry. He'll understand that I already have a wife who needs my guidance."

"But, right? Rumi is ready. Wait for me a long time anyway. Just go to the mosque. I'm not papa." Debby raised one of her index fingers. "Sound that?"

Rumi looked back as Iqamah's voice sounded. Meanwhile, an aura of relief appeared in Debby's mind.

"That's it..."

"Especially because it's been committed. So I better pray at home. You don't try to divert the deck."

"Now, who's diverting?" said Debby, trying to cool but whining in the heart... Fail.'

"Now I ask again, what kind of letter I asked to make in hafalin."

"Hiks, yes yes, I honestly forgot the name of the letter." Down shy.

"But I'm memorized. Seriously...! Just forgot his name." Debby clasped Rumi's hand, reassuring.

"The name of the letter is At Takatsur. But really already memorized?" Ask Rumi.

'not entirely. Hiks.' replied yet inwardly but nodded outside.

"Well, I'm in the shower, I'm waiting at the mihrab." Rumi moved after giving a kiss on the forehead, then whispered. "I'm ready to give you punishment if you read it wrong."

Debby's eyes are round. "Tock... Any penalties? Usually there is no."

"This is because it has been almost a month not memorized. There are only eight verses. Easy deck."

'isssh... Easy what? For those of you who have memorized eighteen juz it is easy. For me the layman? Let alone eight verses, three are hard.' his whine in the heart.

"It's ready there, I go out first huh. Duh... Looks like I'll have to use Abi's way of educating her kids."

"Is that Abi's way?" Debby horrified.

"Wear the wicker that's rolled into your fingers." Rumi lowered her eyebrows.

"Astagfirullah brother...! Is that my hand?"

"Must have dong... No drama, let's get ready quickly." Rumi also moved while smiling jail.

"Yesaaa...." The girl suddenly drowned, dropping her head on the pillow, when the husband was almost near the door. Rumi looked again.

"Sir...?"

"Yes, I'm up." Debby moved, then walked to the toilet.

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After you have finished taking the water. Debby walked slowly, out of the room. He tried hard to remember his reading. Yep... At-takasur Letters.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, al-hakumut-takasur,

hatta zurtumul - maqabir

The kalaaa? Kala?" Debby continued to mutter, with a little chin on her face, remembering. Together with his very slow steps down the stairs. "kalla saufa ta'lamun, summa kalla saufa ta'lamun."

His lips smiled happily when remembering the continuation and then again commat-kamit memorize the connection of the verse from the short letter.

On the other hand, Rumi had already stood for quite a long time in front of the prayer hall. Lean while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Where is it?" Rumi muttered as he occasionally stared at the clock on the wall, then sighed later, after seeing the shadow of his wife.

Debby paused for a moment before turning. His lips are still reciting.

"kalla lau ta'lamuna 'ilmal - yaqin

latarawunnal

Summa latarawunnaha 'ainal - yaqin

Summa latus`alunna yauma`isin 'anin-na'im." A moment's silence widened his smile. "Memorized? Thank goodness."

He rubbed his face and turned, and was shocked when Rumi stood before him.

"Astagfirullah... Rumi ngagetin's sister."

"You're new to ngafalin, huh? I heard your mumbling earlier."

"Not new ngafalin, just because the old so a little forget."

"Eat is used for prayer reading. Each new letter is memorized on the deck. To get it."

"Yes..."

"But I'll see your reading later. It's not really."

"Yes, brother, but if it's wrong don't whip." Whiney.

"No promise."

"Now that is it? Hicks."

"Save your tears for later, it's too late to pray." Rumi smiled faintly from anxiety, while holding the hand of Debby who had used her face, towards the prayer room.