The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 110. Voice Owner

People were meeting to fill the field area. The white tents have fully stood up as a sign of the Bazar Expo event. The event was held for three days in collaboration with the library and archives of East Ciputat. There are more than 30 booths participating in the Bazar Expo exhibition.

It is known that Indonesian literacy awareness is said to increase by two million people. Although it has increased, interest in reading in Indonesia is still somewhat difficult to do because of the lack of reading access. So that the presence of a book bazaar like this can add access to quality books at affordable prices.

This Bazar area is also equipped with food area facilities, so as to make comfort during the book bazaar activities take place. This event is also very family friendly with a variety of snacks to main meals.

In the front left corner. There is a white tent in the form of a cone top. Jihan and Jovan were sitting there. Sis Soraya is serving one or two waders who stopped by her stand. While Fayzulen was playing his phone, with one leg rising up his thigh.

Sitting directly to the north, my gaze was still fixed on a building not far from the book bazaar activities carried out. I don't always understand the feeling of always wanting to take my step there. Strange to me. Odder still from the beginning I set foot in this area my heart instantly shook violently, like there was a strong flow of magnets.

Honest in my instincts, I was anxious to find out who the man who proclaimed the beautiful chant of the Holy Qur'an in the empty room earlier. Even if the illusion I can't understand it, it's true that I heard it.

I changed my position when I started to feel uncomfortable. Both of my hands were directed to my chest, rubbing them slowly. "God why my heart beats so irregularly. What is this sign, God?"

The sun rises above the head. The heat today is so hot it burns the earth. The synergy is so strong. People were still passing by there were some who did not care about the heat of the sun, some others were seen wearing umbrellas. Protects his skin direct touch of the sun's heat.

Not far from the echo location of the chimney loudspeakers sourced from the mosque began to chant short surah-surah readings, a sign that seems to be soon entering dzuhur time.

Fayzulen was standing right in front of me, blocking the direction I always wanted to look at TPQ where I found new strength there.

I looked up at Fayzulen's face, my eyes narrowing slightly withstanding the hot glare. "Fey, move!" I tried to push her body away and get away from me.

"What the hell is there! I'm sorry Nisa's being honest about what you're doing. And I see you're always looking up at the building over there. What's wrong?" Fayzulen turned to pull a white plastic chair. Sitting in front of me at this moment.

"Fey, I just told you this. When I went to the toilet by accident, I passed in front of a room whose door was open, I found a man sitting, reading the Qur'an."

"Keep what makes you this curious?" asked Fayzulen to see that I was filled with curiosity or curiosity about who the man was.

"My heart trembled when I heard her reading, Fey. I feel his voice, his teaching tone, why is it so similar to what I used to be with Azzam, murotal Qur'an."

Fayzulen nodded at what I was saying, smiling as he took my hand and placed his hand on mine. "That could be you getting carried away by your soul who misses too much of the deceased, Nisa. Remember, you have not promised to let it go, and build a new spirit of life even without Ustdaz Azzam by your side."

"But Fey. You have to believe. Now let me prove what I just said. I'm not making this up with Fey." My voice started to rise a little.

Fey laughed and held back my wrist that was about to pull him.

"Nisa, listen to me. I don't believe what you said. I just don't want to see my best friend continue like this. Living in the shadows who continue to believe that he is still in the world. It's not that I want to break the belief in you, it's just that it's gonna keep you from getting out of your cage, Nisa."

Jihan came over to the two of us, with a confused shriveled face. Seeing us seem at odds.

"What are you two talking about? Why so serious?"

We both fell silent. Netra Jihan glanced at Fayzulen. "Fey, you're not ready for the mosque yet. Tuh ajakin the Jovan... " Jihan spoke in a lazy tone.

Without saying a word, Fayzulen left. Jihan looked at the confused behavior of her best friend.

"Nisa, why?" jihan asked softly, he tightened his seat on the chair where Fayzulen was sitting earlier.

"Nothing" I answered briefly.

"No one is. You spoke to Fey very seriously. Is there something?"

"No Jihan. Udah ah, mending we get ready to pray and look for the nearest mosque."

Jihan took a deep breath, yes I know, Jihan must not like and be disappointed with my words. But, how else. I'm lazy to tell Fayzulen what I said, I'm afraid the response is the same as the Fayzulen. The huft!

"Nih mukenah you have taken it earlier, so we immediately find a mosque near here." Jihan pulls up a mini bag filled with mucenah.

Bang Ali, Fayzulen and Jovan have already left. We're following in the back. Sis Soraya who is waiting for the stand coincidentally Kak Aya is indeed coming monthly guests.

Subhaanallah walhamdulillah wala ilahaillah wallahuakbar, wala haulawala kuuwata illabillahiladhim, allahummasholli wasallim ‘ala sayyidina muhammadillahu ya kariim.

Allahuakabar... Allahuahbar....

As soon as I gasped at the sound I had just heard from the loudspeaker, it was so familiar in the ear.

"Oh my God, did I not hear the wrong sound just now... "

My eyes are warming, my heart is beating.

"Oh Allah, the voice .." I said again.

The voice of Adhan is still going on. I'm sitting in the middle of the field. My feet feel stiff. The sound seemed to lock my steps.

My eyes were closed, my heart was racing, cold sweat was pouring out, my body was shaking and my head was throbbing.

I held onto my temples, the heat and heat of the sun no longer felt that it was stinging my body. I was really lulled in the sweet chants of Adzan. Even though this head feels throbbing. Because they stay too long under the sun.

"Sina!" jihan's voice called out to me.

I still have not moved from my standing position at this time.

"Nisa come on, you stand there. It's hot!" jihan's voice echoed from the middle of the field, Jihan sheltering under a shady tree from the scorching sun just overhead.

Knees vibrate. I crouched down while holding both my knees. Like doing a rukuk movement. My dryness began to rub against my forehead.

From a distance I could still see Jihan's slightly running steps towards me.

"You why Nisa? You dizzy? Dedek in stomach pain? Or how?"

"Huh? It's okay."

"really. If not strong I take it back to the stand. How's it?"

"It's true Jihan. I'm not papa."

Jihan helped me straighten my back. I stood up straight again. "Yes, the mosque is in front."

Until in front of the mosque that says Masjid An-Nur I invite Jihan to enter first, I want to take a toilet for a while, wash my face.

"God why the voice of Azzam continues to terrorize my hearing." The water has washed my whole face. The water's a mop of spatter, it's pouring into my chin. Trick into wastasfel. In my heart, my tongue keeps reciting dhikr.

"Mas, that's a girls' toilet. It went wrong in. The male toilet is on the right, Mas," heard from the voice of the woman who was reprimanding. Of course, the person he reprimanded was a man.

"Ma-sorry, Ma'am. I don't see."

Dag. Digs. Dugs.

"That voice again." my voice.

"O Allah is Azzam here?" I still keep wondering.

"Did you?" I ran out looking for the direction of the sound, but nil, outside this toilet looks empty there is no one here. But my pupil caught a man just entering a male toilet next to a female toilet.

Patiently, I waited in front of the toilet. In order to ascertain who the owner of the voice is very similar to Azzam.

Mats... Mats... Mats...

The sunhynya horn, I can hear the twang of the clock seconds from the watch that is coiled in my hand. I repeatedly raised my left hand. Looking at the minutes that keep moving from one number to the next.

With a full thump I waited for him to come out. "O Allah for a long time" I murmured softly, holding my chest.

I stood facing outside looking at some of the chair plants that had been weathered as a result of being eaten by termites. With some old zinc mounds also next to it. The building, however, has just been renovated. The sand dune is still there.

Masjid An-Nur is a mosque that is very close to TPQ where children learn to teach every afternoon, according to the info I get.

KRIEK...

The toilet door is open.

Deg.

"O Allah, O Lord..."

I smothered my mouth, my eyes were so sore, the blood flow in my body was like rushing around. Right now I feel my body trembling.

I fell right in front of him when I no longer had the focus to be able to understand.

"Mom, why's Mommy?" his hands fumbled, finding me who had been lying on the floor.

_____