The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
Heaven rings in the morning.

Bandung city...

A girl squirms, rubbing her sore eyes.

He wakes up before his phone rings, usually Rumi will only call him after he is picked up he will turn off again. Then Debby will respond with a chat message that she is awake.

The girl sat for a moment looking at the clock on the table still showing it at 02:57. Quite part for him to do sahur, he also decided to play mobile phone to see Kak Rumi's account. Debby's habit is stalking the social media accounts of her beloved man. Although Rumi very rarely posts photos of himself, more phosting about his words or maybe his hand is grasping something.

'her hands are sexy and white... Geez the future priest when the hand touched my face awwww.' with a blanket covering him that had changed the position of the stomach, Debby giggled herself. Until the phone rang, Debby widened her eyeballs.

"Yes... Forgive my heavenly calling..." Debby sat down for a moment. She should have received a phone call from Rumi, but said, "Wait a minute ahhh, let the sudden, heart-shaking sound of my phone ring continue to ring." Still let the phone call ring, it was less work anyway He. But just let Debby like that because it is explained we will not understand, the pleasure of looking at the name of the caller from the mobile screen which is none other than the adoration of the heart. Hehe. (Jomblo does not understand anyway 🤭)

The call came to a halt, Debby clasped her chin with both hands. Waiting for the screen again lit up with the name of the candidate imam is calling...

"Three...? Two...? Sa...?" The phone rings again. Dumbly Debby hummed along to the rhythm of the music of his phone call with the tone of Nanananana and the head swaying left and right. (Bucin and Crazy different thin yes Deb ckckckck, author want nyetil si Debby.)

"Aaaahh... Suddenly the ringing of my phone became a beautiful hum in the morning... O Ramadan do not go, there is no reason because he called me if not because of Awakin sahihihi."

The call went off five times. "Not a thing?" Tapping his chin with the tip of his index finger. The call went back to death, then on the sixth call Debby drowned and received the call.

"Mmmm..." Trying to be raspy.

"I'm sorry, you're getting harder to wake up, aren't you?" Rumi protested from sebrang, upset that she had to call Debby every day, it was so many times.

Wait but you want to, brother? Though if you don't do it also doesn't matter, Debby can wake up Rumi hadeehhh...

"Emmm? Oh..." Closing his mouth wanting to laugh, what a very slick act. Debby pretends to be like someone who just woke up.

"Dav...!"

"Emmmm?" Saying. 'if not this way not long you called me, brother hehehe.' laughed cunningly inwardly.

"Wake up... I want to kill ya." Rumi. Silent from sebrang. Rumi was scratching his head. "Deborah Aruan...?" Calling by slightly pressing him.

"Yes the priest candidate? remembering my full name so as not to mispronounce the ijab Qabul yes?" Chuckles.

"Astagfirullah... You're awake, aren't you? I'm turning it off, now." Tut Tut's. Phone calls are completely turned off. Debby was laughing.

"Yes Allah... I know you're shaking right now, right, prospective priest? Haha." Debby pointed at the screen of her phone and placed it on the table, tied her hair and walked out of the room to eat the meal vigorously.

Different from those in Jakarta...

Rumi held the serighfar many times while stroking her chest. "I should have avoided it much more. He is really dangerous. Oh, my God." Rumi Mumbled. Until a knock makes Rumi turn Abi Irsyad call him to immediately go down.

It is true that Rumi arrived in Jakarta after the magrib because it was leaving quite late afternoon, and at 22:10 Abi Irsyad decided to go home with Rahma, and Rumi. rahma refused and asked to stay in the hospital.

But for various reasons and Noah who is also still in the ICU room, Irsyad also did not allow him to stay overnight and promised to take Rahma the next day while leaving to teach.

At the dinner table, the family ate quietly. Rahma was still silent, she did not even feed her rice into her mouth. Just focus on stirring up.

"Momu?" Call Abi Irsyad, the two turned their heads. Rumi is with Rahma, but Rumi is more focused on looking at her mother later.

"Yes Bi?"

"Know what it means to be grateful for favors, sustenance?" Ask Abi Irsyad. Without answering Rahma looked down again, grabbed a mouthful of rice at the end of a spoon and ate it. Until Rumi grabbed his spoon and took a mouthful of rice for the mother.

"Eat this Umma." Giving that meal. Rahma raised her head, smiled faintly and approached the rice and put it in her mouth.

"Ckckl... What a pity this one's mother." Abi Irsyad.

"Abi wants to?" Rumi asked while chuckling.

"Hmm." Abi Irsyad replied pretending to be sulking.

"Can... May... But after this take Rumi to the workshop ya Bi, make motor service." Chuckles again. Then give a mouthful of rice to the father.

"Haduhhh already knew the path to where it was... Umma had no conditions. Same Abi why should there be taxes?" Abi Irsyad asked, opening his mouth then until a mouthful of rice from Rumi's hand came in. Rahma laughed at the behavior of the two.

"Hehehe... Rumi must serve low budget Bi. If Abi's the same is lower, so it's free." Laughs.

"Free your bald one... It's the same Abi who paid for it. It's his name. Son of Soleh this one yes."

"Haha. That means." Twos both.

While Rahma still only responded to that with her faint smile. He was not cheerful anymore now, still remembering the fate of Noah, because the child should still be with them. Sitting on his chair and scrambling side dishes with his brother. But now the sausage on the table was not exhausted, even though there were only three segments that were cut into three.

Umma Rahma grabbed the sausage plate and poured the contents on the rice. 'had only Dede Umma who ate.' Inner Rahma in the heart. While Rumi just smiled letting it go. It is important that the mother wants to eat.