The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 108. Disassembly

A bright morning. I don't feel like time goes by. Slowly I was able to remove that grief from me. The child in the womb became my spirit and motivation.

I laughed at Fey's words. Really sucks. He should be good at taking a good angle to become a painting object in the middle of a rice field like this.

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry Nisa. I'm not good at painting so please understand if the results are like this." The man laughed when I saw his hand work.

"Eating doesn't have to be pretentious, if it can't be" I said withholding laughter.

Semilir afternoon breeze accompany our leisurely sitting five in hut sawang middle green-colored rice waving beautifully following the wind blowing direction, among them some farmers seem to be very hard at work to dispel the birds who want to stalk a little grain of rice that is partly yellowed.

"Nisa, we're-we're glad you can laugh again. Beautiful, if you keep this up," said Jihan, after playing the canvas with his abstract paintings. Whether it is abstract or how certain, what he made does not describe the natural atmosphere here. So sumbraut.

"Thank you, you were my best friends from the past. I am very happy to be surrounded by people who sincerely share and love each other together."

"Yes, Nisa. You welcome. Me and the other guys are like that, just like you. Very lucky, God brought us all together, became close friends." Sadam Imbuh.

"And may we always be like this" Jovan added.

All embracing each other stared at the expanse of rice. Looking wide, as if free, there was no barrier that limited our visibility.

Indeed nature presents an extraordinary pleasure if we are able to see it while giving thanks for its gift.

Drrt.... Drrt...

It was felt that a call coming from a cell phone distracted us.

It came from my little bag. Mother. Name of the caller on the screen. I pressed the green panel, until it sounded from the other end of the phone, mother's voice.

Moms

"Where is Lisa, son?"

Dhanissa

"Nisa and friends are still in the rice fields, what's the sound of Mom?"

Moms

"Can you go home now, son?"

Dhanissa

"What the hell is going on, ma'am. Why worry about that. Nisa is safe here. Nisa is fine."

Moms

"It's not so, son. There's something important. Later if you get home mom tell me. Now can Nisa return? Or don't you ask Fikri to pick you up."

I raised two of my eyebrows, feeling confused by mother's intentions. It seems that what they want to say is very important.

Dhanissa

"Sir, Mum. Don't need. Nisa's just coming home with friends."

Moms

"Yes, I'm waiting right away, son. Be careful on the road."

"What's Nisa?" ask Jihan.

"I was asked to go home quickly with my mother. We're going home now, yeah."

"Oh yeah let's go back now" murmured Fey who was approved by friends and the genk.

We're starting to re-clean the canvas and some other painting supplies. Including the snacks scattered in front of us. In my heart, I was still wondering what my mother wanted to say.

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When I set foot into the house. The room was so quiet.

"Where are they all gathered?" In my heart I wondered. See the condition around the room. There really is no one in this room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother."

All the families including the Azzam family also came here. The first time I entered the middle room where we used to sit while talking casually everyone was silent. It seems they have just finished their deliberation. I don't know what they're talking about yet.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Nisa here sit down, son." Dad asked me to sit next to him.

No one had started the conversation, when I had closed my seat between them. All of them sat on the floor feeling the carpet.

"What is this, Mother? Mom told Nisa to come home quickly. And now why are our families gathered here? Is there something very important we want to talk about?" I asked to open the beginning of the conversation, because I was still wondering.

"So, there's a call from the hospital that's dealing with a case of a back-to-back accident involving your late husband."

"Yes, what's going on? And what did the hospital say, ma'am?" ask me with a serious look accompanied by a sense of extraordinary purpose.

"Say one family came to the hospital. They came with some photos and evidence of one of their missing sons. They are very sure their child is also a victim of the crime. I do not know for sure how exactly the family conveyed to the police and the hospital," explained Ibu.

"So, they demanded that the tomb of Azzam be demolished. They are also trying to prove that the grave in question is the tomb of his 25-year-old son who was also the victim of the accident, reportedly when passing by taking a bicycle exercise track in the same location where the accident occurred, Dik," continued Fikri.

"O Allah," My cry broke again, knowing it. Has not recovered from the wound. Now, I'm having a new problem with me.

From the explanation of the connection between Bang Fikri and Bang Ali while making me sad. They explained that currently the family who complained to the hospital and the police had a dispute, asking for the tomb to be dismantled immediately. They don't want to give up. If the party who handled this matter did not move quickly, then they would forcibly dismantle the tomb of Azzam which is considered a tomb that buried the body of their child.

"Then how is this, Bang?"

"We will return to Tangerang this afternoon as well. So that the middle path can be decided immediately and this problem can be resolved. We can know what's right and wrong."

"If so, Bang. Suppose we think it's not Azzam's tomb, then where's Brother Bang's body?" ask Soraya too confused.

"That's not what we know either. Even if Azzam's chances are safe, why isn't he coming back with us?"

I can't guess what I'm feeling right now. The question is if the buried Azzam is not my husband's Azzam, then where is his body. And if Azzam had survived the distress, where would he be now? Why didn't he go back to his family. The question kept floating in my mind.

On Wednesday afternoon, a reunion was held with the family demanding the demolition of Azzam's tomb. Although the speakeram is quite tough and contentious between the two sides who both insist on believing each of them that it is also eating their families. So, the decision was taken to completely dismantle the tomb that read the full name of Azzam.

The whole family is looking forward to the dismay of the results of the investigation and the autopsy results.

The cemetery area has been set up by police lines. Since early morning, residents gathered to see several teams of doctors and police who were guarding around the tomb. I couldn't go there because I suddenly felt unwell, my stomach also felt a little cramping. Finally, I, accompanied by Brother Soraya, was just waiting for the continuation of the information from home.

After performing the dzuhur prayer, I prayed that God would protect our family. And begged that everyone meet a bright spot. Of course from this result, I really hope that if it is true, my guess about the buried body is not the body of Azzam. I asked God to protect my husband, if indeed God still wanted us both to be together. If not, however, I try sincerely that this is our destiny.

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