The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 1. Volatility

"Eh Nis, who will be the first tent title in our class?

Tent degree? My brain is working hard to find the meaning of the word. Usually people title tent if there is a celebration event, circumcision, Qurban festival for catches animals, marriage is also a tent title anyway.

"If I don't have a candidate yet, how would you like a tent title" Fey said with a vague smile.

"If you were Nis?" I gasped in shock, as Fey asked that to me who was still busy copying the recuman Fiqh material.

"What do you mean?" many skeptics.

Fey nodded, smiling.

"Hehehe... " I laughed blandly.

"You have a target to get married?" fey asked with both eyes a few seconds.

"Why are you wondering about marriage? No other topic what?"

"Rather than me, when do I die? Kan horror. Can be gangred by the citizens of one school if every meet his name when to die."

I chuckle. "Yes, the times are so"

"Are you ready to marry young?" Fey asked as if he was imagining something.

I have thought about a young marriage. But the thought is instantly dissipated if asked about readiness. Getting married is not just about ijab and kabul and then romantic-romantic. It should also be questioned whether ready is not born and inner. Especially if you are fooled. Expectations and statements are sometimes inversely proportional.

"Nis, how do you daydream? You again imagine how exciting it is to marry young?"

I pulled the index finger that was pointing at my face.

"What hell! There is no young marriage. My target is to get married at 25 years old. If this year my target is not to get married but to finish my studies and go to college" I explained.

Fey. "Well, I'm the same. But if you get a soul mate, how? It's impossible to keep avoiding." Fey commented.

"I'm obviously married young. Point. No comma," I pressed back. "Because we're talking about marriage, we're going to learn this!"

"Yes, I'm just a doang. Don't be so dong." Fey pulled my cheek in an overcast.

"Are you ready yourself? Ready to give birth and inner living? Marriage is not just about love. But there is a duty that the husband must fulfill as the head of the family."

"Kok you know about that? Never mind all this time you... "

"What else? Don't be weird! I read from this book" My hand held up the book of Fiqh high.

Fey nodded.

"If I'm ready for a young marriage."

Hearing Fey's words made me shudder. "Ihh, the pantes from earlier the language was mute, it turns out you who already want to marry."

It was not important to continue that conversation anymore. My hand reached for the pen to continue writing. But just now I want to write a sentence, the home bell has rung.

The sound of students re-echoing filled every corner of the room. They came out of the classroom, after a day of struggling with books.

***

The sun has returned to the surface of the earth. He carries out the task as he should. Illuminate every part of the earth, so that man may know that life is still going as it should.

Krxj...

My hands fumbled to grab the clock on the nightstand. I had to open my eyes that were still clenched in valves just to see the numbers listed on the clock that rang earlier.

I moaned. "It's still 06:30 in the morning. Then first! 10 minutes more.”

Not nearly a minute until the alarm stopped, a call came back from outside. “Nisa! Dhanisa's! Bye noon. Girls can't wake up in the afternoon. Later mate mandeg.” The voice was clearly cursing me.

There is no other word than about the soul mate that mom always uses to wake me up who still feels at home tightly hugging the bolster pillow.

“Iya Ma! In a moment yes 10 minutes,” reply me half conscious because life is still manned.

“Nisa in a matter of three I want you to wake up right now!” that voice sounded close.

"One... Two... Three... "

I'm done counting. But I still haven't moved from the position of bowing my body. All over again I felt cold and wet grains coming to my face over and over again. I wave and forcefully lift the heavy eyelids like a stone. A palm was coming towards me. Fingers flicking. I gasped, and my face was once again wet with water.

"Wake up!" who has a brooding hand. The growls I know. Grunts Mom. Good Lord! My sleepiness suddenly went extinct. I quickly grabbed the blanket and jumped out of bed.

"Prepare now!" The order came suddenly.

I'm yawning.

"What's ready, Mom?"

Mom's hand moved quickly around my skin. Mom is sometimes that bad with me.

"Aw. aw," I cried, grimacing in pain.

“Eat first you realize. It's the face, it's still the face of that pillow."

I scratched my nape.

"Nisa, I'm sober, this is Nisa waking up!" I said sitting on the side of the bed rubbing my eyes.

"Today we're going to Uncle Hamzah's house. Now that Nisa's looking for a bath, I want to prepare some food first."

I got up, then threw my body into the seat.

"Nisa should come?” I asked with a still hoarse voice typical of new people waking up.

My question made my mother stop and turn her back towards me.

“Yes is Nisa," the tone is long at the end.

"Should it be?" ask again.

"Nisa! Once again you ask Mom to enter you into the boarding school," Mother's tone threatened.

I responded to him casually. “But Ibu Nisa is lazy. Let me go with Dad who's there. Nisa has an appointment later to meet friends.”

“Nisa! meeting with that friend can be postponed. But if a family event like this can not be postponed. After all Uncle Hamzah with Nisa's father is a brother, brother. It's good we establish a friendship with close family. Sonak family,” exchange mom for a moment.

It is in my heart that I can only surrender, otherwise I follow his will can be at length again the babble that comes out of the mouth of mother, this morning.

“Iya-iya, Nisa shower."

I walked lazily to the bathroom.

***

About an hour drive finally the car that took us and our family arrived at Uncle Hamzah's house. I'm still in the car, I'm not going down yet. I don't know why my head hurts all of a sudden. I slightly massaged my forehead with my hands, who knows the pain can subside a little. From inside the car window I saw my mom and dad walking out, while I was still kneeling my head in the car. My hand fumbled through the little bag I was wearing with the intention of finding a headache reliever the doctor gave me a few days ago. But I didn't find it.

“Where is Nisa, Bu?” I heard my father's voice asking about me.

Mom then looked towards the white sedan car. “Nisa let's go down, why is it still inside!” his tone was a little screaming.

“Yes Ma'am." Soon I got out of the car before mom's mood changed again.

From a distance I saw Brother Soraya and Abang Fikri already standing in front, waiting for us.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet father with greetings to beg for safety.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” The brothers answered simultaneously.

“Where are Abah and Umi you?” This time it was my mother's turn to speak.

“Inside Umi.” That's the nickname they used to call my mother's name. Uncle Hamzah's family is a close family to religion. Uncle Hamzah is a lecturer who is able to lecture Usuludin adab and da'wah, while his wife, Salamah is a teacher. That is no longer wrong how the attitude and character of their children who are loyal, gentle and polite. Uncle Hamzah only had three children, namely Abang Fikri, Kak Soraya and Abang Azzam. No one has a household yet.

“Eh! It's Nisa, right?” sak Soraya asked, scrutinizing my face closely.

“Wah we have not seen ya for a long time, Nisa, hmm.. roughly maybe almost five years,” said Brother Soraya, his hand patted my shoulder, slowly. “Have college?”

I sing my teeth, just reply, “Not Brother. Nisa still SMA.”

Brother Soraya nodded. “Class?”

“Three Kak.”

Suddenly brother Fikri voiced out, “Heh, come on! Delay the conversation better if you guys talk inside. It's not good if it's outside like this,” said Abang Fikri.

“Ha-ha yes, yes. Abah and Umi are also already inside, come on baby,” said Kak Soraya again.

Brother Fikri and Brother Soraya have walked first in front. While I slightly slowed down the pace because I was still holding back the pain in the head, Don't let me collapse.

Totally unbearable, I feel unable to bear the burden of my body. Finally I walked little by little while holding onto the whitewashed wall with my hands constantly twitching the temple.

Before long, someone came to embrace me. I looked at his face trying to recognize the man. However, it was a bit blur to see it.

“Nisa, why?”

I shook my head, unable to speak anymore. He kept me in the room where the family gathered.

The mother who saw me coming with Azzam, suddenly made him shocked. “Azzam, why Nisa?”

“Don't know Umi, I saw him a little tired so I helped him walk,” he replied succinctly.

“Nisa, pain again?” mother asked while leading me to a chair. “Can I bring the medicine given by Dr Hendra?"

I'm shaking.

“Try to take Nisa rest first in the room, so that the pain is a little subsided,” said Umi Salamah, wife of Uncle Hamzah who also looks worried about me.

“Ahm, Azzam try to phone Doctor Maldi told here,” Uncle Hamzah orders on his youngest child.

“Yes, Abah."

About fifteen minutes waiting for Doctor Maldi to arrive at Uncle Hamzah's house. I'm still lying in bed, I don't know exactly whose room I'm in. Maybe Brother Soraya's room.

Doctor Maldi checked me out and just gave me some medicine to take.

“She was just a little tired eating her pain relapsed again. After this let him rest first,” said Doctor Maldi. “Don't forget the medicine so that it is routinely drunk,” he continued.

“Thank you Doctor Maldi, already ready to come here again,” said Uncle Hamzah.

Doctor Maldi smiled. “Iya Ustadz, it is the duty of a doctor if asked for help immediately come. Then I say thank you to Ustadz, there are still patients waiting for me at the clinic. Assalamu’alaikum,” he said then passed leaving us.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” answer them.

“Actually Nisa hurts what, Hamidah?” ask Umi Salamah to Mother.

“Vertigo. Actually just this week also he just got out of the hospital,” explained mom.

“Then let Nisa spend the night here,” bargain Umi Salamah.

Soft mom stroked my head. “How did Nisa stay last night here, huh?” persuade mother gently.

“No! No want, Nisa wants to go home because Nisa has a promise with a friend,” I said snatch. At first I did not want to come here, even forced again.

***

“Azzam, come here Nak who little thing Umi wants to talk about,” umi's voice breaks the silence of the night.

Hearing Umi's orders, Azzam stopped his steps for a moment and approached the middle-aged woman he called Umi. Even though after returning home praying congregation earlier, he intends to compile the files needed for job applications.

“Azzam busy?”

“Not umi, just the plan was to prepare a file for job application.”

“Where is Azzam going to work, Nak?” asked Umi while looking at her son.

“If work problem anywhere Azzam want Umi. Just this afternoon came the call to teach as a lecturer at one of the universities in Malang.”

“Azzam take?”

“Insyaallah, Umi.”

“If Umi can advise Azzam to teach first at the Foundation Madrasah Aliyah Muallimin, where Nisa's school. Uncle Ahsan once said their school is in desperate need of teachers in the field of Quran’an Hadist. Umi taklah tuh.”

Azzam was silent, staring at another object in the room. Seeing the expression of his son Umi Salamah back said, “Umi does not make sense, do not be too Azzam think,” said Umi while laughing a little.

Azzam nodded slowly, throwing a smile. “Oh so yes, Umi. God willing even if it is good Azzam willing.”

“Zam.”

Azzam nodded his face. “Iya”

“There's anything Umi wants to tell you with Azzam?”

“What Umi? Why Umi is such a fidget.”

“Iya, Umi is afraid that Azzam does not agree with our decision,” said Umi Salamah with a bad feeling, about to express that sentence.

Azzam began to frown, a sign of wanting to know his mother's intentions. “Agreed what, Umi? earlier Azzam had said inshaallah, with the permission of Allah I am willing to be placed teaching in the madrasah, Umi.”

Umi laughs. “This is another topic again Azzam.”

Azzam raised both his eyebrows. “Topic moreover?”

“Umi with my brother and your brothers have negotiated for this, and now Umi wants to hear Azzam.”

“What's the opinion about?" Azzam stared at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

The woman who had aged five heads looked fixed on her son's face and rubbed Azzam's arm slowly.

“Abah and Umi have a desire to marry Azzam to Dhanisa, Uncle Ahsan's adopted daughter. How's it? You know and know how Nisa is." Umi took a breath and swallowed. "Umi used to see you guys are very familiar, always joking and playing together.”

Azzam looked at both of his mother's eyeballs and took a slow breath. There's a gap between the two. Umi Azzam let his youngest child think over the decision they had taken, and for the decision they finally submitted completely to Azzam. They believed that Azzam would make the right decision in the future. They did not want to force Azzam too much to get married.

Actually the reason behind this decision is that Azzam's parents want to re-attach the fraternity and also penetrate his guilt, five years ago. Although the conclusion drawn has nothing to do, because the death of a person has been written in his book (Far Al-Mahfuz).

It also happened that Uncle Ahsan's family came to talk about it yesterday, his desire to change the behavior of Dhanisa, who likes to wander late into the night made Nisa's adoptive parents seem worried. Actually understand very well how the concerns of the hearts of parents. Some parents who are not worried, if their children someday could fall into a free association and do things that are not profane.

After a long silence, Azzam finally opened his voice. “Let Azzam consider first, Umi. Azzam can't answer now.”

“It's okay Azzam Umi know this is not an easy decision,” said Umi softly.

God give me your guidance

Three days later ...

Already three nights Azzam performed Istikharah prayer asking for instructions to be opened lighting for Umi's request a few days ago. Finally, with determination Azzam came to talk about this again his desire with abah and umi.

Azzam was sitting face to face with abah and umi, where the family used to gather. With Azzam calmly sitting from his sitting posture he also seemed relaxed. He looked at the face and eyes of the old man who had given birth, cared for, raised him. If Azzam remembered all that, his heart would not resist. They are the keys to a child's heaven.

“I received this matchmaking, Umi, Abah.” Suddenly the words came out of Azzam's mouth. Azzam's eyes looked at Umi and his brother alternately.

Abah looks smiling. While Umi stroked his son's shoulder slowly. “What Azzam has thought this through, Son?”

Azzam nodded slowly.

“Umi don't force Azzam. If indeed Azzam does not agree it is okay, then Umi will tell you the same Uncle Ahsan. Umi also did not want if later even bring harmharat for Azzam household life. If Azzam did it by force."

“No Umi. This is entirely Azzam's decision,” said Azzam Sembali holding his mother's delicate hand. With the determination and determination of Azzam, he hopes this is the best decision.

Hearing the confession from Azzam, Umi and abah are seen throwing smiles sumringah. There is no other reason why abah and Umi prefer Azzam to marry Nisa because of her character, character and soft speech, calm nature, and quiet, and a little humor makes people happy when hanging out with him. So no wonder many women actually tried to steal the view with Azzam, but like nothing that shook his heart to choose the women, but the woman who approached was the son of famous people, he said, there is also a Qur'an memorization. I don't know what he was looking for, so no woman could fill Azzam's heart.

Talking about the other Azzam brothers does not mean they are not as good in character as Azzam. However, it seems that the youngest child of this one is indeed a little different.