The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 105. Revealing the Case

I remember the study of one of the ustadz while following the morning worshipers. God will always give trials to all his creatures. The human type is divided into two landings.

Wood is like a man who cannot wait to face the test, when the trials analogous to fire burning it will become ashes. While gold is the landing of a patient man when given trials. When he was burned he did not become worthless charcoal. Except for a lot of shiny and the price is also worth.

I looked back at my husband's picture. Tightly hold him. My tears are drained

Pupus is already the hope and the ideals that have been strung together.

"Bang, where's brother? Shouldn't we be enjoying both of our time tonight. Why brother? Why?"

Sis Soraya and I have been persuading me to eat.

"Remember, there is a baby that you must take care of. You know dear Azzam will be sad if you see Nisa this way continues. Let's eat, baby. It's drinking milk."

Mom rubbed my head, tidied up the messy hair because I haven't left my hair out since noon.

"Mom, Nisa's a lot of sins huh? Why is Nisa given the gini ordeal, ma'am"

My tears fell back to my mother who held me.

"The strong, son. This is not the end of everything. Nisa has to get up and get excited again."

I nodded while covering my face with both hands, the pain I suffered this streak was so draining to tears.

After the magrib prayer, a tahlilan event was held at my residence.

I still can't believe that the man who once fought to get love from me had to leave so quickly to leave me and our baby forever. Although I tried to toughen up but still I was fragile. I didn't even think that the dream that came before Azzam left was a hoax. If I had known for sure, that day I would not have allowed Azzam to leave. I'm sorry for letting Azzam go.

I couldn't help but hold back the turmoil in my heart when I remembered that the smiles and jokes and warmth that we shed were the sweetest and last moments we did. Azzam pahi's body deck is a parting deck. That morning's kiss was the last love message I felt.

If it wasn't for this baby. I was eager to follow him to the Barzakh realm. I am very fragile, so heavy a test makes my life oscillate even feels sinking.

"Mom, Nisa is full."

Mom took the leftover plate from my meal. "Yes already. Now Nisa gets on top of the bed. Don't sit down like this, cold."

Umi Salamah came into my room.

"How did he eat?" ask Umi Salamah to my mother.

"It."

Mom pulls a dongker-colored blanket patterned with tulips.

"Mom, Umi's mom trusts Nisa. That Azzam is alive. Nisa's sure, Mom."

Umi Salamah kissed my forehead. "All we have to do now is pray, son. If indeed the buried body is the body of Azzam, then may he die in a state of husnul khotimah, forgiven all his sins, and received all his acts of worship. But if Azzam is still alive, may Allah protect him wherever he is and may he come home soon to be with us again" said Umi, what my mother guaranteed me as well as me.

"I know how Nisa feels. It may be hard for all of us to feel lost. But Nisa has to stay strong to keep the fruit of your love" Umi said again.

The woman gently rubbed my stomach while chanting the do'a. The same Do'a is usually read by Azzam every time we finish praying.

The torrential rain seemed to represent the suffering of the loss that rained down. The sorrow of loss, so heartbreaking. Especially if we have to lose the one we love forever.

In the same incident on the highway that took the lives of my biological parents. Now, by accident, I must lose the man, who is the leader of my household.

***

The investigation is still being carried out today with indications of an attempted murder by examining our home and CCTV in the complex neighborhood.

The team of investigators Ditlantas validated the truth that the accident was not due to human error but there is an element of deliberate. The provisional allegation is that there was an attempted murder case. Therefore, on the second day after the accident, the police followed up by checking the scene and also our house, including checking CCTV.

I'm surprised it's not a bitch. Why would anyone want to hurt my husband. What was wrong with Azzam.

To the investigation team, I said that in this house there is no CCTV installed. The police did not stay silent, they all moved quickly to uncover the case. Discrimsus local police helped check CCTV belonging to the front neighbors of the house directly opposite the house we live in, because CCTV was made to light in order to record the activity in front of his house. Police hope the trail of the perpetrator can be recorded from the pictures taken on CCTV belonging to the surrounding residents.

The whole family is still gathered in the living room. They were all deliberating, in order to make a determination for the case to be resolved quickly. The family only wants justice, for the loss of one's life.

The sound of knocking on the door accompanied by greetings was faintly heard in the middle of the family talk.

"Bang Fikri, I think there are guests try to check first" said Brother Soraya to his eldest brother.

"Dad, Nisa's mom went back first, yeah."

I felt so thirsty I went to the kitchen. Looks like my blood pressure is lacking, lately my head is often dizzy. When I started to get dizzy again I peed at my temple while holding on to the refrigerator door leaf.

After I gulped down the mineral water until it ran out. How surprised I was when I turned around to find a man standing facing north with my back. It's like he's working on something. I narrowed my eyes, trying to focus what was seen before my eyes. From the haircut, I am no stranger. This guy I meet often, even always with me.

I slowed my steps. Step closer to the figure of the brown-clothed man. Even the clothes I wear, I can recognize them.

"Azzam!" my voice speaks his name. The man who was wearing more black peci on his day had not turned his head.

"dude? Azzam's brother?"

"Nisa? What are you doing there," the reprimanding voice immediately made me turn my head quickly to look at mother.

"Mom"

"Come here! There was Kiyai Hasbullah and several members of the caretaker of the Mambul Ulum hut visiting. Come on, let's get out, baby."

Mom pulled my hand.

"Flame... But that was" I pointed in the direction where I saw Azzam standing.

"That's what? Come on," Mom took me out.

I scratched my forehead, feeling confused. It was even more like people were dazed at the scene just now.

"It was Bang Azzam. Ah, it might be an illusion because I kept remembering her face, until my brain formed a shadow as if Azzam was standing there." My inner.

Not without reason. The kitchen became a friend who kept a lot of memories for me. There we sometimes spend the morning or afternoon learning to cook with him. His jokes were always ringing as his level of obsolescence increased at the highest level.

"Nisa, kok daydreaming anyway, asked the same about ustadz Kafie"

I blinked in surprise, commenting a little smile on the man named Ustadz Kafie.

"This is Azzam's wife."

"Yes, Sir. Uh, ustadz," my correction.

Ustadz Kafie tells the story of Azzam when he was a cottage in one of the ponpes in West Java. I responded to the story with a few words. Sometimes I respond to his questions. He was the ustadz that Azzam told me about.

Our conversation with the family only ended when the dzuhur adzan reverberated. Kiyai Hasbullah invites to pray together while praying for the spirit of the deceased.

***

From the upper balcony I could see the full moon shining so brightly. Accompanied by stars. That night looks bright. I smiled bitterly, here too I remembered a little romantic story of the two of us.

"Darling, sorry mom. If you keep remembering Abi Azzam, because you believe he's still alive, baby." I muttered to myself as I rubbed the stomach that started to bulge. Bringing baby branches to talk.

I believe that Azzam is alive. I looked at the photos of Azzam. My fingers rubbed the picture frames of our togetherness when in the tourist attractions of the flower garden that we often visit every weekend.

"Honey, Nisa misses." I said softly.

I kissed the photo and held it with my eyes closed tightly. The breeze of the night also greeted the night, also accompanying every thing that imprinted in my memory.

I turned on the phone and set the murotal surah Ar-Rahman. Surah Ar-Rahman is the surah that Azzam recited for me. The murotal voice I played was the voice of Azzam I deliberately recorded without his knowledge. This recording as I turn every time I want to sleep, and when I miss hearing the soft voice.

Azzam is the patient man I've met. When he was angry, his voice was never high. However, his disposition and manner were firm, akin to abah.

I rubbed my arm, feeling the cold. I think it's getting very late. If Mom and Dad knew I wasn't sleeping for sure they'd scold me.

Seriate....