The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven
CHAPTERS 101. Part Special 17s (2)
The first race started with an anti-mainstream game. They look so enthusiastic when competing to show each other dance choreography of each team. In this race it is certain that the winner is the pair Kak Soraya with Ali they seem super creative in combining choreography of his movements.
I was just being a loyal spectator in a wheelchair seeing the three-team pair in style. Umi and I don't want to lose. They created new dance creations according to their version of the two. Azzam and I shook their heads while holding back laughter.
"OK, the winner falls on ..jeng... Jeng Abah and Umi," Azzam exclaimed excitedly.
"Lho we lost dearly when we already exist," Soraya pretended to be disappointed.
"Yes dong, Abah and Umi are the champions because the most creative is different from the other movements." Imbuh Fikri laughed happily.
"Don't agree!" other cheers.
Entering the second race. Guess words. We were all asked by Fikri to form a team into two groups. Based on the results of the lottery. Team 1 was filled by Azzam, Soraya's brother, Ali. Team 2 filled in, me, Fikri, and Sister Sarah.
Fikri who doubles as the race event director explains the procedure.
"How to play as usual. Each group lined up, heading back. Team 1 Umi's leader yes. And Team 2 Abah's leader. Now let's all get into each other's teams" Pinta Fikri.
"Why'd you do this?" ask Umi.
Fikri pulls the hands of Umi and Abah, leading to their respective Teams. Umi was placed leader in Team 1 and Abah Hamzah in Team 2.
The sturdy and baritone-voiced man gave the lottery box and asked umi and abah to take a paper roll containing the sentence we had made earlier.
"Well, Abah same Umi already dapet nih right now open the scroll and whisper to the team members yes. Yes, trees as usual. Who is right, and the sentence is in accordance with what was written on the paper, then he is the winner. Okay, ready everyone!!" funnier Fikri.
We screamed excitedly while saying we agreed. After that, then join Fikri to join his team.
Fifteen minutes passed the race was on. Some of the group members throw grievances disappointed because the sentence that arrived at the last person always misses a little from the proper sentence.
Score 2-1. Team 1 gets point 2 and team 2 gets point 1.
"Yes, elaah was bitten again. The length of the sentence is so forget it," I grumbled.
"Udah, just lose, your team." Bang Ali cheered while laughing pissed us off of course.
"Don't dong, Li. Try reading this sentence!" Brother Sarah stood up and took the paper from Abah. Sarah read the sentence aloud. "WHY DO NEIGHBORS BARK BECAUSE DOGS BARK AND CATS MEOW"
"Ah, that's not normal" commented Fikri.
"Silent. This trick!" Sarah snarls resentfully at Fikri and picks up another fold of paper. "DON'T TRY TO KISS MY GRANDSON CACA IF YOU JUST WANT TO KISS FOR FREE. How not to curl the tongue try!" dumel Sarah, then back in line with an annoyed face.
Azzam also stood up and took the paper that Umi stored.
"In the meantime don't just protest Team 2, Team 1 as well. Try all of your friends to read this sentence. I SAY THE SAME BECAUSE THERE LIKE SMILES WITH MY HUSBAND SO MY HUSBAND LIKES SMILES ALONE. Now that's the question whose husband likes to smile on his own?" azzam asked followed by a movement to wiggle the tip of his index face to all men.
The originally conducive atmosphere turned into a boisterous and rowdy. They all laughed, not denying who else made it if not Fikri the nosy number one in the Azzam family.
"Yes out of you guys to tell me all to make the sentence, yes it's because it runs out of ideas so that's it."
Ali slammed Fikri's head slowly, at least spewing a little sadness in the blonde man's brain.
"OK-okay we continue the next game." Abah made a sound, making them sit quietly on the floor again. "What's next?" ask Abah.
"Cup and Paper" I replied.
For this time, Ali stood up and gave the direction "Nah, for his team cup and paper game in the overhaul again huh. Team 1 all girls and Team 2 all boys. Okey... Deal!"
"DEAL!! "
Ali explained the game system. "The first man was in charge of making towers out of glass and paper. This stage requires cooperation and concentration, yes.
The next person must remove the paper without dropping the glass. The fastest team is the winner."
"OK begins the countdown. 3..2.1. GET STARTED!"
All are breaking away. Women join women, and so do men.
It doesn't take long for men. Finish this game. The men's team is the winner.
The team of men raised their hands together after they finished falling down the glass quickly. We, the women's team seems to have to admit the superiority of the men's team who quickly completed this game.
"We won, Bro." Cheers Fikri excited. They throw tos at each other in the team.
"Heh, are you guys teaming up so fast?" ask Soraya's brother in wonder.
"Yes can dong, I tell you directly cus... Cus... Cus... Gercep," Fikri replied as he flicked his hand left and right, like casting a shadowy stance. "The girl has feelings!" ledek.
"Yeay, caught Kak now that the man did not put forward feelings. Ego doang tuh!" I said back to teasing.
"Yes agree, Live woman!" peekik Sister Sarah anyway.
"Hustt... Uda...! Geez wonder umi same kids umi all, the edges of the storm if it's playing," Umi shook her head to see the behavior of all of us. Abah is not so, he even enjoys the hubbub of his son-in-law.
The clock shows at 11 p.m. Exactly, enter a creative race session to make a sandwich. In this last race. We are in a couple with our respective partners. Fikri and Sarah, Soraya and Ali, Me and Azzam. Who has the best sandwich creations and a complete garrison and the presentation is attractive, he is the winner.
Umi and Abah acted as judges. Who judge the results of our sandwich. There are 3 teams here.
"Well, in this session that became the assessment of our jury is seen from the technique of making or the process, cleanliness, group cohesiveness, taste, and creativity, and the last way of presentation," abah speaks as if he were acting as a professional chef.
"Asiankk.... Who's the chef, Bah?
Arnold, Juna, Marinka or vindex," I asked.
"Huh. The marinka? Chick dong Abah, son," Abah laughed.
"Huhah.... Oh yes," I said unknowingly tore down the eel that was still covered by the wound plaster. Makes me grimace a little.
"Okay, you guys have 5 minutes. Starting from now!"
All had stood at the table with their respective group pairs. I was with Azzam discussing and ready to share the task. Feel the difficulty when you have to sit in a wheelchair. I chose to stand up, but as usual Azzam always worried about me.
"Bah, safe. You don't have to worry."
"really yes. Yes, be careful." Azzam got rid of the wheelchair first. Just continued his sandwich.
"Yes, safe. Nisa did this." I asked to observe her taking a frying pan.
"Nisa toast her fresh bread. If you told my brother."
I did as he asked, while he himself was scraping egg, chives, and cornets and then setting them aside.
The bread has finished baking, I continue to apply
"Oh, baby, mostly that."
"Ah, what yes. According to Nisa Pas. Not most of the sauce."
"No, mostly, just throw it away."
I sing my lips, and throw away the sauce that he thinks is mostly.
"Why pout so, angry huh, hem?"
I shook my head slowly. "No."
"Lied." Azzam watched my face. "Eh, there's something on Nisa's face for a moment. Here it is." I guess there's something stuck or dirtying my face. But it turns out he even cooed the cheeks with sauce.
"Ih, what the hell. This sauce. Spicy tau!" cebikku upset.
"Who said it was sweet?" nosy. "Yes to break even, Nisa to return to her brother." Azzam picked up the bottle of sauce and placed it in my hand, asking me to avenge what he had done earlier.
"More. Come on baby" He brought his cheeks closer.
I began to think of something, and smiling jail saw him pointing his cheeks with bristling eyes.
Muach...
Not the reply he got, but a sweet kiss had landed on Azzam's cheek. However, not only that I still retaliated by spraying the mouth of the sauce bottle onto the white shirt she was wearing.
I laughed satisfied.
"Sina!"
His eyes threw a sharp look. I know he must be upset.
"What darling. He said to ask for reply. Now Nisa's back" I laughed.
"Yes. Not in clothes, either. White clothes again. Well," Azzam patted the affected part of the sauce earlier.
"Nothing dear, than upfront. Ntar pedes."
"Eh, our feelings are told for a sandwich race. This is the next door neighbor and even a romantic race anyway." Si Fikri started commenting.
"What the hell is Fikri's brother"
"Die, some are envious of us dear," Azzam chimed in.
"No. We can also be more romantic Sarah."
"Eh, you're not legal yet. If the person has married hold hands like this legitimate even get a reward." Ali. "But if not already makhrom yes not valid dong right. Which there are sins. Isn't Abah and the young ustadz, Azzam?" Tanya Ali asked for an opinion.
"Yes, I can't wait to know you Sarah, my future wife. So that we can be like these people. Neighbor left right, innately want to love the continue mole."
"Yes, same. I am also Fikri. Hope our show is good until H. The next-door neighbor was quick. The Azzam and Nisa will soon be father and mother."
"Yes right. Pray for Ali and his brother. Also smooth program yes," said brother Soraya, who was adopted by Hamzah the Family.
"Attent, Brother. What program was it. Husband's program, what's the child?"
"Fikri you fuck. Ihh... Amit-amit. "return Brother Soraya. "Yes dong's son. Husband time!" clarify Brother Soraya.
"Well, that's what he obviously ate, brother. Now I've just answered Soraya's prayer."
TING...
"YOU'RE ALL IN 2 MINUTES!" the voices of Abah and Umi broke our conversation.
"READY CHEF!"
Everyone refocused, continuing the unfinished Sandwich.
"Bang, what else."
"It's sauce. Now add on it, slice cheese, cucumber and cover again with bread again. If it has been piled next love mayonnaise, scrambled corned eggs, sauce chili and cover again with fresh bread."
Azzam continued what I had done in part. By flipping the bread and roasting it back until it is tanned. And the last is to put fresh lettuce sheets into the sidelines of the bread.
Finally, all is done, just beautify the look by garnishing it.
TING....
"TIME'S UP" cried Abah.
Now in turns abah and Umi as the jury tasted our own sandwich. Starting from the Ali Soraya team, continuing to the Fikri Ali team and ending in the Azzam Dhanisa team.
Abah looks mangosteen, I can guess you enjoy all the cooking of his children.
"Come on, who's the champion?" Again, the voice of Fikri first sounded excited to know who the winner of this last race.
Umi and Abah begin to discuss determining the winner of the sandwich making race.
"Well, let's announce who's 1st, 2nd and 3rd, ready?"
"READY!!" we all speak out loud.
Umi advanced the collar and with her gentle smile, she began to announce the winner.
"The first "winner falls on..... "
"On the children of abah and umi all. Because you're champions at the heart of Umi." Umi cried. Kita Hamzah Family immediately sprang to embrace umi and abah. We are all family and will always be family forever inseparable and may we remain together not only in the world but in God's paradise.
"Family is the most precious thing for Umi. And you've all won my heart and my heart, baby"
"Thank you, abah, umi. Thank you for your love and all that you have given us." Fikri, the eldest son, is also dissolved in the blue day of happiness today.
No tears flow through the cheeks without being able to be dammed. This togetherness and family is certainly very valuable and difficult to find. Especially I who had lost my biological parents when I was 10 years old. Only the kindness of Uncle Ahsan and Mother Hamidah can bring me back to life. They love me as much as their own children. Although I know they have lost brother Khalid, their only child.
No one loves us more than our own family. The role of mother and father is very important in the family. Many things can happen because of their services. They have gone through the fatigue and pain of caring for and sending their children to school.
Give what can be given to the family, even if it is just a gathering together, joking together, and seeing the cheerful faces of our family.
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