The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 104. Mood of Grief

In the morning, a yellow flag was already flying in front of the courtyard of the house. One by one the mourners came to mourn and sent a do'a to my late husband.

Big papa inscribed with sad news also lined up in front of the fence. The seat that was originally empty, gradually began to fill even almost full.

The mourners who came were fellow lecturers, the Islamic university where he worked. Some were also Muslim MA teachers where Azzam used to teach, and others were close relatives of Abah Hamzah, Ahsan's father.

The father, who had just arrived at dawn, seemed busy taking care of the funeral with Abah and the other children.

Surah Al-Ikhlas. Red roses are brought and began to be arranged for the decoration of the coffins. An atmosphere of grief enveloped the large family Abah Hamzah, various condolences began to be spoken from mourners who came in turn.

"The strong is the dear mother's son." Mother had been clinging and always trying to strengthen me.

I was sobbing, now I am calm. I really can't control my mood. Last night I couldn't sleep until my eyes were swollen from crying. How not, every time I close my eyes, face shadow, his trademark in a smile, his attention always accompanies when my eyes begin to close again.

I can't believe it and I really can't believe it, the happiness and togetherness of the family two days ago was our last togetherness. If I remember back. Let these tears come back.

I didn't expect Azzam to leave me so soon. Typical jokes always imprint on my mind.

Slowly my hand I pointed to the stomach, stroking our child who must also accept the bitter reality of having to lose the abi. Even though he has not seen the world.

"Honey, if Nisa feels tired or not feeling well. Nisa's in the room, kid." Mother rubbed my pale face, around my eyes blackened from not sleeping. I even feel like my body is so limp right now.

"No, Mother. Nisa wants to wait for my brother to come home. Brother said to come home today," I said with a pushy gaze looking straight ahead.

Mother shed tears, looking at me tenderly while confirming the black hijab that covered my head. I kissed both my eyes.

"Dear mother's son," he said lyrically and hoarsely coupled with tight mother's hands clasping my fingers cold. Umi Salamah who was also sitting next to me tried hard to accept this fact. Umi may be able to show he is strong and could be the departure of his son. Because he knows how happy the life that befell me comes and turns.

By 10 o'clock the sound of the first hearse sirens began to be heard. I heard people whispering to each other, saying that it was the sound of a hearse siren carrying the body of Mbak Rara. Meanwhile, the car carrying Azzam's body will arrive no later than 15 minutes.

Single-minded. Those are the words I hear every time I receive condolences from mourners who come. In my heart I kept chanting it. Endeavored. I've been trying, but why is it still so hard. It took me a while.

"The car has arrived" whispered Abah Hamzah to Umi.

Umi Salamah gestured to Mother, where I was still in her arms.

"Darling, my dead body has come." Mother smiled faintly and briefly, unable to see my situation.

Right now I'm really fragile, my heart is breaking. My bones seemed to soften, feeling more limp when he saw the chest brought into the funeral home.

The crying broke, the rain of tears immediately accompanied when the seedlings were placed in the middle of the family.

When others are hysterical. I silently stared at what I saw in front of me right now. It was as if my tears had run out.

Sisters Soraya and Umi Salamah and other relatives asked that the coffin be opened immediately. To make sure the body inside was the body of Azzam.

Honestly, since the sad news, I haven't seen Azzam's face, and maybe this is the last time I'll see his face before being buried.

"Fikri, please open the coffin, son. Umi wants to see your sister!" pinta Kak Soraya and Umi Salamah, who had moved first to approach his son's coffin. They're just like me, haven't seen Azzam's face for the last time.

"Sorry Umi, can not because Fikri sure Umi will not be strong to see the condition of Azzam's body."

Umi just wanted to make sure if it was the body of her son.

Abah Hamzah immediately embraced umi.

"Umi, who is patient. Relieve our son, so that he is calm in his resting place" Abah Hamzah said.

"How can I let go of my son. While I don't know for sure, is he really the body of our son Abah!" isak Umi Salamah's.

My eyes blinked many times. I moved my head looking at my mother.

Mother looked at the Azzam family gathered around the coffin.

"Mom... "

My mother looked up when I called her. "Hey, baby, why?"

"Dn...Nisa, want to see Azzam for the last one" I said weakly.

"Let's go baby." My mother helped me walk by embracing my waist. The cold hand tightly grasped the mother's wrist.

I dared to approach the box. With trembling hands I touched the white coffin, I don't know what feeling I'm feeling right now. Instantly my heart flinched.

"No! This is not Bang Azzam's body. Nisa can feel it. This is the body of someone else, this is not the body of Bang Azzam!" my yelling.

"Nisa's sure Azzam's alive!" lantang.

Umi Salamah was surprised not playing to hear my words. Meanwhile, my mother immediately shut my mouth and invited me to take a stand.

"Istigfar, Son. Astagfirullah'aladzhim," whispered the mother into my ear.

The whole mourner was also shocked. Whether they believe it or not and think I'm crazy. What is clear is that I am sure in the chest is not my husband's body.

"But police found evidence of this identification next to the body of the man lying next to the burning red minubus car. Who else if not the body adek, Mi. We are very difficult to recognize him because of the burns that hit his entire body Umi," said Abang Ali who was concerned because he took care of the body of his sister-in-law.

I was sitting limp in front of the coffin. Lamenting how much misfortune befell my family.

As I sat there, I suddenly remembered something.

Flashback...

I growl annoyed instead of playing when Azzam ransacked the bed linen and mattress that I had tidied up just now.

"What's looking for? Nisa's tired of getting rid of the bed but getting ransacked again." I ngedumel.

He put all the pillows on the bed. Then squat peeking under the bed.

"Dear ring, baby."

"What ring?"

Azzam is back.

"Our wedding ring. See no? That was the feeling of my brother putting it on the bed why there was no yes," he said, shaking his waist, his face confused.

"Oh that ring. There's Nisa Simpen again."

I gave you a little maroon-colored box. The place where I keep my wedding rings and Azzam's.

"Eat him do not carelessly care. Good thing Nisa didn't throw it away," I said as I sat in the bed.

"Don't dong darling. This is the evidence you want to show Ustadz Kafie. He always belittles and belittles his brother. He could not believe that his brother was already married, and even earlier than him. It just so happens that my brother today will leave for the Mambaul Ulum boarding school. At once my brother showed him." said Azzam.

"Hem, cocky... "

"It's not arrogant, honey. Kafie is so, annoying and unbelieving. Eat it up brother wants to prove it."

I nodded many times. "H'em... "

"Honey, don't want to go with my brother. There's a friend of hers too, it's Rara. Brother feels bad to have to go alone with Rara, especially after Rara divorced with Ridho. Fear will be slandered"

"No, no, baby. Nisa was afraid of nausea again. There's even a troublesome trip brother." I took Azzam's hand and kissed him. "Darling, God willing, there will be no slander. Azzam's wife asked. Brother and Rara will not walk alone without Nisa's knowledge." I smiled, rubbed Azzam's face.

"Yes, Nisa might say so. But, what if Ridho knows. He might have said something weird to his left-right neighbor."

"Hustt.... Bye, get ready to go. Congratulations to you, baby." I kissed her cheek.

"No, honey. Play safe, congratulations." Anxious Azzam pulled both of my cheeks.

"Why brother so can't bear to leave Nisa. I want to stay close to you both." Azzam took a slow breath. "Huft, masayallah. Honestly, Nisa is getting older and more beautiful. Maybe the baby's with him." Azzam Smile.

I pinched Azzam's waist, made him squirm. Not that it hurt he laughed.

"Can aja. Nisa floated this... Haha," laugh.

"Pantes yes a lot of men are targeting Nisa," he said. Followed by tidying the sheets that were ruffled earlier. Oh yeah how's Nisa's best ex now?"

Azzam's question made me frown confused. "Formally beautiful?"

"Yes. Why is his face so confused. Being counting the number of ex yes, "ledek Azzam laughed complacently.

"Kan. Starting, Nisa doesn't like ah," I said with a sullen face and stood with a cross-section. "Nisa, do not have the most beautiful ex," I continued while passing with a wry face. "The machine is neat!"

Azzam pulled my wrist quickly, making my body turn in a direction. Unable to maintain balance when Azzam pulled me, causing me to fall on his body. Our bodies fell on the bed, with the position of Azzam's body pierced.

Azzam smile. Our eyes locked for a moment. That moment made us take the opportunity to shed each other's longing and love for a husband and wife.

"Darling, don't be angry. I was just joking."

"Darling," my cheeks softly. I kept my face close until the tip of our noses touched.

"Nisa doesn't have the most beautiful ex, the most beautiful husband."

Azzam put me to sleep in a sideways position. "really?"

"He'em," we looked lovingly.

"Related to hear it." Azzam quickly jumped out of bed. "Abang wants to get ready to go first, baby."

He disappeared into the toilet. On the other side, I woke up. A smile was constantly coming from my face. I dragged my feet stepping sitting in front of the ornamental table. I touched my skin while smiling.

Justright. If made a visual shadow, maybe on top of my head is filled with flowers and heart shapes that fly around my body.

"Ah, like a girl in love." Mumbles.

Azzam wore his shirt neatly. I looked back when from the mirror image I saw him start combing his hair.

My heart's beating great. His appearance this time was completely different. Very handsome and handsome.

"Don't see that brother, baby. Shame on you."

I can't stop smiling looking at him. "dude? He is more handsome."

"Love let your brother's wife love you more, and not turn away."

I laughed with satisfaction at the answer.

"Don't be that handsome, later Mbak Rara was fascinated by how. Nisa doesn't want to!"

"Well, you're starting to get jealous. Who told you to leave with Rara earlier," he said.

Uhuk! uhuk!

I coughed while holding my chest.

"Why, Nisa?"

"I don't know, Nisa's chest feels tight." I tried to take a deep breath.

Azzam took mineral water on the nightstand.

"Drink first"

He rubbed my back up and down. "How did it feel?"

I swallowed my salivary. "It's good."

"Thank God." Azzam glanced at the wall clock in the room. "Darling, you must leave so you are not late."

I don't know why I feel so bad. When Azzam said he was leaving soon. My feeling is starting to feel bad, actually my chest still feels tight. Like there was a bad feeling as soon as she was leaving.

'Yes it's just a feeling.' Mumamku.

Flashback...

"If it is. Then where are the other things. Where's our wedding ring? I remember just before Bang Azzam left she was wearing our wedding ring. Should that be too?"

"Dek, stop. I know this is hard for Nisa. We all feel lost. Take pity on the deceased," said Fikri in a rather high voice.

All of them who were looking, shook their heads while whispering to each other. Don't know what they're talking about behind my back.

Abah stroked Fikri's arm. "Fikri, it's natural that Nisa says so. Because Nisa is a person who is very close to Azzam. He is not ready to accept this fate" Abah Hamzah said in tears.

"It is up to you to believe or not in Nisa's words. Nisa is convinced that this body is not Bang Azzam. Point."

Shortly after I said that sentence. My breath's wheezing. My chest was tight, my vision slowly faded, and gradually darkened. Until I can't see anything. My body fell to the floor.