The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 109. Bazars

It is not that the priest is always first doing a new movement then followed by the master. So, it is not wrong in the end Azzam who is a priest for me must go first.

It has also been explained that each created has a partner. There is heaven, and there is earth. There's no day there's night. There is water, then there is fire. And most importantly, there is life then there is death or rather death.

We cannot hide from His word. Want us to hide in the hole of ants though will not change anything that is destiny for each of us. Trust me, we won't be able to dodge it.

If destiny asks us to be united, then no matter how far we go, no matter how many trials we pass and come and go, it does not make me tired to wait for you. Azzams.

Two months have passed. Already during that time our family has not been informed about where Azzam is. Whether he is alive or dead. I really have put everything in. If Azzam had died, I would have loved to visit his tomb to pray directly over his tomb. It must be in the deepest recesses of my heart that I really want Azzam to be able to return to this house in good health. Every night and after the prayer I always visit Allah so that we are guided about where he is.

In the afternoon, Ba'da Ashar I spent teaching, memorizing verse by verse from sheet by sheet of the Qur'an mushaf. I am murojo'ah or repeating the memorization of Surah Ar-Rahman.

Again when memorizing, the memory returns to one memory when I slept in his lap when listening to Azzam reciting Surah Ar-Rahman. I could not resist the turmoil in the chest. My tongue is now gone. My reading jumping up and down from verse one suddenly came back again in the previous verse. My memories suddenly disappeared. I can't continue it. My mind is no longer able to focus and concentrate.

"Yes Allah Azzam." I said softly with a rough rub of my face. Feeling frutated.

"What's Nisa?" ask mother.

I put the mushaf on the slap next to me. I understand my thoughts. Thinking about the news of the search for Azzam's whereabouts.

"Son, we and all the family have been trying, news and brochure search also we spread to help the search, who knows if anyone found the body or saw the absence of Azzam people can contact the family. Now all we can do is work. We leave everything to God. If God allowed Azzam to come back with us, then I could have a blink of an eye doing that. All we do is pray after we try. May God guide." Mom rubbed my back up and down. Strengthen and spread my heart.

"Yes, Mommy. Nisa give it all up. May God guide us to the existence of Azzam yes, ma'am," I said, clasping Mom's hand.

I glared at my head that was still wearing a mukena to the soft recorder of the mother who rubbed and kissed my hair.

***

Krasaks... Kruse...

My ears heard a sound like a man tearing up cardboard. My eardrum caught the noise that was none other than Bang Fikri's voice. I don't know what he's arguing about.

"Geez why else would they," Mother grumbled at her nephew.

When my mother and I moved out of the room, I found that some piles of cardboard had been piled up and some books were seen scattered out of the damaged cardboard, torn apart.

"Ah, gini if you work alone. It really is Aya. Donate the books, but I'm the one who's in trouble." Upset Fikri, with his sour face back set the book scattered on the floor.

"Jeez Fikri. That if you want cardboard try you check in the warehouse next to the house. Looks like there's a lot of used cardboard piles. You change it!" mother's comments to her nephew. And don't want to bother mom leaving us.

"Yes Mom. Wait a minute, it's my responsibility to take care of his stuff."

"What the hell is Bang's book?"

"Sir Aya asked Brother to donate these books, and there was a bazaar there as well. He asked for help with brother."

"Indeed, there's a bazaar where Bang is?"

"Said Kak Aya in the Ciputat area there, if you want to definitely ask your brother. Brother just help pack this."

I responded with a soft nod. "Yes, here let Nisa help pack her things. Look for cardboard in the barn."

Fikri disappeared looking for a place to pack these books. Not intermittently after that, Brother Soraya finally came also with a lot of large paper bags in his left and right hands with fatigue. Her husband, too, was behind.

"Lho why so you Deck is settled and this arrangement. It really is Fikri. Where else are the men?"

"Bang Fikri is there, again to the warehouse next door for a while, anyway no matter what, brother. Nisa can just doang gini, count the muscle sports," I said in a voice, and continued to compile the remaining books.

"Darling, please take this first to the room, make preparations tomorrow" Sis Soraya asked Ali.

"Where do you want to take this, sister Aya?"

"This will be brought for the bazaar tomorrow, some will also donate to Hasanah cottage, there is a religious school, near the bazaar activities."

"Oh that's it. Tomorrow, brother?"

Brother Soraya nodded. "Indeed why? Are you interested in coming, brother?"

I pulled the corner of my lips, formed a wide grin that might be my chance to refresh.

"If I could come. Brother permission to Umi and Mother huh? Plis sis, "I begged Sis Soraya to help me persuade my mother to allow me to come with her niece to Ciputat because there would be the location that Sis Soraya would go with Ali.

"Yes. Later there you can not be tired well. Kasian will be tired too."

"Ready Brother. Aya is the best"

I tapped the tip of my fingernail with the tip of my thumb nail causing an irregular knocking sound. While biting my lower lip, I tried to ask Sis Soraya if I could take my schoolmate first.

"Sister?"

Aya's sister replied.

"If suppose Nisa invites Nisa's friend can, so that our trip is crowded."

"Which friend?"

"Yet to my house. Can ya?"

Soraya thought for a moment. "May you also help me transport these things."

"Well, that's a good idea, brother."

***

I kept smiling while looking at my father's face. Burning my head over her thighs. Like I used to do with her when I was a girl. Right, I'm so spoiled with my foster father. My dad and I often share stories with each other. As is the present moment.

"Stupid no one knows, we can be paired with people we know for years. And it could also be that we are fooling with people we did not know before. All of that can happen because it has become His provision. While dating for years will not guarantee it will end up in the guarantee. It could be that they are only the guardians of people's soul mates. Not as a person who is a match." said Dad, rubbing my arm.

"Dad, I'm sorry Nisa. If Nisa had once defied father. More about the matchmaking of that time."

"Love grows cleavage over time. Long ago, Nisa knew Nak. I am very concerned that the household of Nisa and Azzam can not survive because the two of you married because of arranged marriage, not the basis of likes and likes. Especially that mother, I know that Nisa is in love with Nisa's friend."

"Yes, Dad. Nisa realizes Nisa's bad. And now I know you. Nisa feels lucky to be chosen by God to be a match with Azzam, despite the soul mate of Nisa's own cousin Nisa. Nisa's heart now belongs to Bang Azzam. There's nothing left for any man."

Dad gently stroked my head, shredding my arms like a child to be put to sleep.

"Alhamdullillah glad father saw the sincerity of father's beloved son when he accepted everything. In the prayers of the father always pray the best for the life of the father's son. Including the health of this father's grandson. I'm sure Nisa will be a strong mother, if even Nisa will take care of the child alone." Dad rubbed his eye patch.

"He will be a strong son, a devoted son to both his parents. Because she has a strong mother. Mother who always loved him with all her body."

Being in Dad's lap, I felt like another child asking to be pampered when going to sleep. Although in the heart there was still hope and deep longing for the man of this child.

***

I blinked my eyes many times. These eyes really could not be invited to cooperate. Lazily, I unfolded the blanket, then passed towards the bathroom. Get ready for the on the way bazaar event with Kak Soraya and my schoolmates first. Although Sadam was absent could not join to accompany the bazaar today, but it does not matter that the four of us are enough.

It was fresh this morning after the shower. Go to one of the wardrobes. My eyes scoured every strand of clothes neatly arranged in the closet.

"Shall I wear beautiful clothes today?" mummify spirit. I don't know why today I am so excited to choose beautiful clothes to look at, and to wear natural makeup on my face.

I was stunned, as a flash like a short movie flashed a memory of the moment I spent the day with him.

"The blue sky is good, baby."

"Why should the sky be blue?"

"Quite a cloud covered the sky this afternoon. Brother doesn't want any cloudiness on brother's wife's face." Azzam curled his lips. Formed the best smile for me. Bright colors in my life.

I held my lips back from laughing, a slight smile held in my face. Although I feel my face is as red as a tomato because of the praise from Azzam that tastes sweet like a sheet of stevia leaves.

"Darling, Nisaihat that brother looks more like stevia. Sweet but not potentially diabetic." I said it with a soft word.

Laughter slowly slid from Azzam's lips. "Why does my dear not equate my brother with rain?"

I cringed confused. "meaning?"

"Even though he fell down many times. But he never felt hurt. Even if many consider it a disaster, a disaster, still never hate all that."

"No, Nisa doesn't want to!" My lips were weaved and my whining voice sounded spoiled. Azzam couldn't help but smile.

"Why?" Azzam turned a little crouching in front of me who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Because rain always comes from clouds that are cloudy, dense and scary."

"Geez, you're so funny baby." Pinched my cheek with anxiety.

"Not funny, brother. Nisa just does not want a brother like the rain that can not be present every day for Nisa. Even when Nisa needs rain. He doesn't necessarily want to come because the rain will only come because it's not because he wants to."

"Whatever the parable dear to brother. I want Nisa to know one thing." I waited with a thumping Azzam said.

"What is that, baby?"

"Nisa is the mother-to-be of our children and will remain so."

I broke down, sitting on the floor in front of the wardrobe. I don't know why all those memories came without excuse and left without saying goodbye.

I want all this to be real. I need Azzam. Need a warm nod to the man. It took her warm smile when I opened my eyes in the morning.

The look in my eyes was on our bed. Looked at with a smell. White shades decorate this large room. A single tear passed by without excuse slid to my cheek. All about Azzam lives on in every whirl of my breath.

Even when my body weight is held up by a soft bed. I still felt myself crashing to the floor.

"Nisa, it's Jihan. You are not ready yet. We were waiting outside with the others. Aya's eating too!"

"Yes briefly. I'm picking clothes again. Aja first. I'll catch up." I wiped away the trail of my tears and again tried to stand up somewhat fatigued.

***

Jovan and Fayzulen were preparing books, tables and chairs to be taken to Merdeka Square. The black Xenia car had been perfectly parked in the parking area not far from the open field that had stood tents for the bazaar. Today we use the services of Bang Ali as the driver. Bang Ali's car was waiting for Fey and Jovan to drop off all the piles of cardboard that he had transported earlier.

Under the white tent that has been available, I helped my best friend, Jihan arranged the books neatly and neatly so as to attract the end and some school children to stop by our stand.

Ba'da prayers dhuha, children santri son and children from the surrounding area began to gather in the crowd.

Meanwhile, on the other hand some stand guards are still busy preparing the books to be brought for the book bazaar in the field. Books, tables and chairs are transported beautifully decorated, attracting visitors.

According to Soraya. This event is regularly held twice a month as tabligh activities to preach a peaceful and tolerant Islam through the books sold. The essence of this activity is tabligh but packed in such a way that the participants also look relaxed and really enjoy this activity.

"I'm going to the toilet for a minute"

"You don't want me to be friends, Nisa?" ask Fey first.

"yes, Nisa doesn't want to be won."

"No, you help me, Aya"

Flowing out among the crowd. Look for public toilets around. However, it seems that around this field is not available. Don't tell me I have to walk all the way just to find a toilet.

I'm still frowning, looking around. To the netra my eyes see a row of building similar to a school. There was a sign written in front of him. TPQ Al - Hasanah Foundation. I try to walk towards there.

"Sorry who are you looking for? Or would you like to meet the Father who teaches njai here?" a man in white asked me.

"Oh no, sir. I don't want to meet anyone" I said.

"What's going on here then?"

"I'm looking for a toilet, sir. I was looking for a public toilet but I didn't find one. Can you show me where the toilet is here?"

"The mother of this corridor is straight, then turn left. Just look at the sign. Close to here, ma'am."

"Yes Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

Following what the moustached father said that approached earlier, I went straight to the toilet.

Passing through some rooms is like a classroom. Maybe this is where the kids teach here. There's no sound here.

I've found an arrow that leads me to the toilet here. My steps were restrained for a moment when I heard the recitation of the holy Quran. My chest immediately thumped. Soft and melodious and smelling her chant. That voice, even like a stranger in my ear. I took a few steps back to find the source of the sound.

Stand still. Matakun managed to catch the figure of the object of a man sitting chanting the holy verse that I heard earlier. My feeling was calm for a moment. Smiling looked at him from the doorway, where I was standing looking at the white man.

"Who is he? Why does it feel like there's something weird about me when I see it."

"Ma-"

I just wanted to say hello to the man in the room, someone first patted me on the shoulder. Makes me jump in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

I moved my head, looking towards the hand that landed on my shoulder.

"Jo, geez, surprise me."

"You've been standing here. Who the hell are you peeping at?"

"There was someone inside, she taught Jo very beautifully. Try to hear."

Jovan brought his ear closer to the door that opened a little while peeking a little like I did earlier.

"Where there is no sound. There was no one inside either. You're halu kali, Nisa"

"Huh, there was someone inside. I didn't lie to Jo."

"Ah, that. I'm gonna go find the WC first!" Jovan quickened his pace.

While I still look wonderfully into the whole room. "Where did the man go?" I was wondering confused.

I still hold curiosity. "Why his voice chanting the sacred verse can be similar to that."

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