Pledge of Love Rumi
teaching with ustadz Rumi.

After two rakaat dawns on the run, then recite. Rumi started to twist her body. Facing Debora who was a little tense.

It should be normal, but every lecture with Rumi. He felt like the dumbest creature. A lot of incorrect reading, or even difficulty in memorizing.

As of this moment, Rumi let go of her kiss just to fix her hair back, then put it up again.

"Let's try reading. Let me hear."

Debby also began berta'awudz, which continued the reading of the basmalah. Before reading the letter that Rumi will deposit.

"Sir, it is said that reading basmalah is slow. Two days two days."

"Yes, brother."

"Right of right,"

"Yes." Yeah." Debby repeated her basmala reading. While Rumi was just smiling, looking at the behavior of the wife who began to show a little bit of her pity.

In the first verse, Debby lowered her head to read in a stammering voice. Perhaps out of nervousness not to mention Rumi's gaze, plus an improvement when Debby misread it.

"al-hakumut-takasur

Hatta zurtumul - maqabir

kalla saufa ta'lamun

Summa kalla saufa

kalla lau ta'lamuna 'ilmal - yaqin

latarawunnal

Sum...? Summa latus?" Debby was silent because she forgot.

"Summa latarawnaha..." Rumi fishing.

"Summa latarawunnahaa 'ainal-yaqin?" Debby glanced at the husband for a moment, where Rumi nodded, a sign he was right. Debby sighed, then reconnected.

"Summa latus`alunna yauma`izin 'anin-na'im." Debby raised her head again and looked at Rumi. Which immediately showed one of his thumbs. Debby smiled and rubbed her face.

"Dek, open the Qur'an first try, open the letter you just read." said Rumi. Debbie opened it. At that time, Rumi's hand was raised with her pointing device. He pointed to one letter in the first verse. "in this letter Ha... There is a line that is not the same as when you read Alif earlier. Since this rises instead of tilts, keep the reading valuable. Kinda long. Try repeating," Rumi said.

Debby repeated, giving harakat to her letter Ha. Where Rumi was silent. That's the sign is right. He continued until it was finished in the first verse.

"Dec, if there's a sign like this, pay attention to the tasyidid." Rumi Protest.

"Already, it's been clarified brother."

"The assertion is less audible, try again to read from the beginning."

Debby repeated.

"just follow me. Tsur... Not Sur, but a little bit at the end of his tongue."

"Hard brother, if you follow rich brother."

"Try to follow me, not Sur. The S is not so clear. More to his T."

Debby breathed. Yep... This is what it is like when you teach with your husband. One verse can be up to the end of the new leaflet after so many that must be repaired. But Debby followed, until the reading began to be perfect then replace the second verse.

"Wait for the deck, this time. If there is a wrong reading? I give you punishment."

"Oh... Yes dong. It's not hard to punish."

"Yes but, right? one word I could be wrong, brother. Don't wanna... Don't use all the laws, ah!" Debbie refused.

"No way, whose teacher is here? I what are you?"

"Qc...! Rumi's sister is so cute now!" Debby Protest.

"Eh... Do you want paradise?" Rumi pointed at Debby.

"Yes, but don't use the laws. Just study."

"Cannot. I'll give you punishment." Smiling wickedly. Debby was complaining.

"Sir Rumi mah that, males."

"Eh... I said yes, heaven or not, right?"

"Yes... Da... But what was the punishment?"

"Easy. Here's..." Rumi tapped her cheek. "One time one, one time I can kiss."

Debby looked up, her mouth slightly open but laughed afterwards and then shut her mouth.

"Mode... I swear, it's a hell of a mode."

"No mode. That's the right punishment for you."

"Yes Allah... There-there's aja. This ustadz brother."

"It's been a bit of reading." Tell Rumi while chuckling.

Debby began to read the second verse.

"Ha this thin deck, he read. Repeat...!" Tell Rumi while tapping her cheek, a sign that she is punishing Debby for wrong.

Debby advanced her body, "mode," whispered Debby for a moment before kissing Rumi's cheek.

"Alhamdulillah... Continue yuk," Rumi said with a smile. Debby shook her head in wonder, then repeated again.

"Yes Zaujatti... Tasyidid in Tha, in the inget-inget yes.not Ha Ta but Hatta Zur. Joined not separated. Repeat...!" Rumi smiled even more when she said that while tapping her cheek again with her index finger. Debby carries out her sentence first, before repeating.

"The ro was read short, because previously there was Ba Kasroh. Not read it thick. Maqabir is."

"Ih... Brother, yes, deliberately looking for mistakes. Let it be kissed anyway?"

"What the hell, you're actually misreading it."

"But the power, before this was not gini benget. You may be sure of this."

"Sir...? Read according to the law of reading. There's no way I'm saying it's wrong if you read it. Spoonfuls... Repeat." Rumi chuckled at the sight of Debby's cynical look. While he leaned straight toward Debby, with both palms propped up on his thighs. Closing eyes. "Your punishment... Here's love."

"Mode... Ih." Debby hits Rumi's shoulder, who laughs more and more, then gives a kiss for the umpteenth time.

I don't know how many times Rumi got a kiss on the cheek, while teaching his wife to teach it.

rumi's laughter was heard, even in the living room, along with Debby's protests when she had to carry out her sentence.

on the other hand, Abi Irsyad who just came home from the mosque smiled and decided to put his alphabet on the living room chair, then back out, waiting for the two children to finish acting as teachers and students. Hehe.