The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 107. Friend Share

Father and mother's house bear witness to the sacred bond between the two of us, good and bad memories all recorded in this house. In this room too, I had to give up my activities with the intention of worship, and now I contain the fruit of our love. At first I remembered how and how difficult it was to accept this man, but I salute him for being able to reverse all my feelings. He can make me accept it.

Before leaving earlier, I was accompanied by brother Azzam, visiting the grave of my late husband. I stared at the pane of the mound of earth filled with flowers, with a tombstone engraved with the name of my late husband there.

"Allah forgives the servant, not the servant against Your qodha and qodar. But for some reason my heart says that Azzam is alive, O God, and this belief is so strong."

My heart was broken when I saw a mound of earth with a sprinkling of flowers on it. Death may be the greatest stimulus that can touch us.

Tears are back. I try to cover everything. Maybe the time and togetherness of the two of us can only be enjoyed in this short time.

Abah has given me a lot of advice that life does not need only about happiness because it likes. But calamity was made as a hidden grace that is able to make humans aware and as close as possible to God who is all love.

In search of tranquility I chose to stay temporarily at my parents' house. While our house in Tangsel was inhabited by Kang Harjo, the person that Dad sent to take care of and look after our house for a while.

"Mom's Lisa can come in?"

"Byeah, Mom." I rubbed my cheek, erasing the trail of clear circles earlier.

Mother appeared with a smile on her face.

"There's someone who wants to meet Nisa."

"Who, Ma?"

"Please see for yourself. I'm sure Nisa would be happy to see them again."

"Well, tell them to wait a minute, ma'am. Nisa wants to change first."

I disappeared briefly into the bathroom washing my face, and changed into clothes and hijab. I have absolutely no idea who the mother meant to meet me this afternoon.

"Haii, best friend... "

I jumped in shock when the door of the room first opened, a woman standing greeted me with a happy look.

I was flabbergasted, my mouth open though not too wide. Of course I feel surprised and happy when people who have not met each other directly now stand in front of me. I stared at him from head to toe.

"Aaaa... Nisa's... " He yelled first and stretched out his hand.

"Jy... Han... " He nodded, I laughed happily while hugging him happily.

"Yet, you're more beautiful. Hm, sholehah girl so you are" my bow. Appearance of Jihan semangkin syar'i only. He wore a brown robe to make it look sweet, and khimar dangled.

"Umm, thank you dear."

"You know, if I ever come back here again, Jihan?"

"Look away. Your mother called me Nisa," she was so happy, just like me. A second later, however, I came back moody.

"Jihan, I just lost... "

"Sstt, I know everything. You are the strong and strong Nisa. I'm sure you can get through this ordeal." Jihan looked at me pity.

"Geez there's a debay here huh. Yeay soon there'll be a friend to play with." Jihan rubbed my stomach area.

I smiled seeing him anyway. "Dear to know, this is aunt Jihan."

"Emm, must be aunty huh? Brother dong haha," Jihan's laughter broke.

"Oh yeah, you're Jihan yourself?"

"No. I'm not here alone, I'm with friends. Our old friend and the genk."

"Huh, that's right."

Jihan nodded excitedly. "Come, we're going out. They're outside."

That's right they've all been waiting for me and sitting neatly in the living room seat. Geez, even though it hasn't been a year I haven't seen them in person but they're all very different. Maybe their effect was college times huh.

The man sitting on the right stood up first when he saw me coming out. His eyes twinkled, a smile that showed his gins all over made him very sweet when smiling let alone laughing. It was that smile that always accompanied me when I was not with my husband.

"Hay" said the man who stood first earlier, his greeting was very stiff.

He smiled as he walked closer to me. "You, how are you?" tanyanya basa. He was standing right in front of me.

"Well, Fey," I replied, though I still bear the wounds of this calamity.

The man named Fayzulen nodded stiffly. He smiled loudly as the other boy's friend cleared his throat. There was also a whistle-like sound produced from his hand.

"Past time... Let the past.. Don't tell me don't remind me anymore.. " The voice of the nyayian from the man named Jovan echoed breaking the silence and stiffness of the moment.

A moment later the laughter in the room echoed. Instead of praising them even mocked the voice of Jovan fales who sing dangdut song belongs to Inul Daratista.

What a joke they miss so much. I laughed again at the behavior of Jovan and friends.

They all stood up and approached me. "Nisa, do you remember us - we don't?" Sadam.

"Yes that. I remember all of you. Besides, in the group we still often chat together and VC an also."

Sadam rammed Jovan's head. "Ah, how is Jo"

"Eh, Crazy! It was your fault that I was stabbed. No, no human beings."

"Hm, start..began if you get together!" Fey mediates.

"Eh, just a second. Before we continue to talk. We tell the baby to sit. Attract her mother soy sauce again because of ngeladenin you guys." Jihan got rid of her friend's bodies by stretching out both hands. Permit me to take a comfortable sitting position.

"Thank you, Jihan."

I took the cushion of the chair and placed it over my thighs.

"Hm, you guys can kompakan gini coming. Are you busy working or going to college?"

"No. We did deliberately spare time to visit you Nis." Fey first replied.

"Again, thank you, Fey and all my friends. You guys turned out to be very caring and even very considerate friends with me."

Jihan gripped both of my hands, tightly locking my fingers. "Nisa, me and other friends are sorry for the disaster that has befallen you. All of us here pray that our teacher, our ustadz, be given the best place by His side, be forgiven of sin and received all his charitable deeds in life." Jihan Prayer.

"Ammiin," they said, all confirming Jihan's prayer.

"Amiin, thank you all for coming here. Take your time, all of you," I saw the five of them one by one, smirking them with teary eyes. "I, as a wife, apologize if there were words ustadz Azzam that are less pleasing to you, both when teaching in class and outside"

"For all of us there are no words or words that Azzam revolts, a word that offends us or hurts us. He even often gives us good advice or advice. Honestly, his attitude and behavior can serve as an example for young people, like us."

I am so thankful that God made me their best friend. Families who care about each other. Living well and peacefully. This really makes me happy.

"Nisa, this is a little parcel from me." Fayzulen pulled out the parcel he was carrying. "I hope you get up quickly, because our lives still continue Nisa. We can't stop at just this point. But we have to get out of the slump and sadness that holds us back."

"Yes, you're right Fey. I'll try to let go of everything. It is hard to let go of the people we love. Moreover, this child, who would be born without a father at his side."

They all fell in silence. Feeling and feeling the situation. Within minutes no conversation had occurred. Until I came out with a jar of cake and drinks from behind.

"Hayo, let's drink it at Mother's cake"

"Aunty don't bother auntie." Sadam helped mom put the drinks on the table.

"No, Son. You guys, so it must be in the herbal medicine well. Oh, by the way, you're all in college?"

"Aunty. Thank goodness."

"Allah be thankful." Mother opened the lid of the jar and told my friends to taste it before going back to leave us to chat here.

"Sorry Auntie, if our presence for Aunt's house becomes rowdy," said Jihan

"Geez, it's not papa. Even good, the aunt's house so lively not very silent. And what I'm most happy about is that finally the most cantine child of this mother laughs again because of all of you, these few weeks she's been moody. Sad to keep his innate. Please advise him yes. " said Mother in a soft tone, accompanied by the embrace of her hand placed on my shoulder.

"Ready aunt!" Jovan saluted with the position of the body affirmed.

"If that aunt lives first, you continue to talk to her."

After a pleasant chat opens the beginning of our conversation, whether it's about school first, college and plans in the future. Finally, the chatter for the chat we discussed made the atmosphere even more melted. We all get swept up in the laughter of the occasional guyon Jovan and Sadam in the canteen. The five of us are sharing a story whether it's about motivation and unyielding spirit in through life.