The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 112. Operation Action

The large family had regrouped the atmosphere full of days enveloping them.

Umi Salamah hugged her son tightly as if she did not want to lose again, she only knew how it was lost even though it turned out that the buried body was not the body of her son but still the pain at that time was still felt.

"Thank you God for saving my son" said Umi Salamah.

Fahmi's brothers have no power to resist the feeling of haru and longing.

"O Allah Azzam, we think, you have truly lost you" Fikri said, embracing his sister's shoulder. Happiness was on his face.

I could not help but cry between being happy because the husband she loved was really alive, and sad because I was powerless when Azzam had to lose the color of the world. I wish that speck of light could come back to shine a light on his life. And we can enjoy the green rice fields, the blue sea water, the white clouds at the horizon.

Kiyai Hasbullah and Ustadz Kafie to join in crying powerless to hold haru. Gratitude is also reflected in those who know my husband.

"Truly I can not say anything, this is a proof of the Greatness and Power of Allah SWT, which is clear and real we feel," Kyai Hasbullah said.

"True Kyai," replied Abah Hamzah, Azzam's father.

She also hugged her daughter-in-law tightly. I have been through so many difficult and difficult times in my life.

"Really, I can't see all your sadness, God gave you a very heavy dose of rice but God raised your degree, too" Ahsan's father said, holding back tears.

I looked at Azzam, eager to cling tightly to the man's body, remove the longing and reassured myself to the current state that my husband had truly stood by me. Not a fantasy and a dream. I really will never let go again.

I shifted my seat, now I sit right in front of Azzam. I no longer had the power to endure longing, my hands were coiled around Azzam's body, clutching his body so tightly. Unable to hold all feelings in the heart, inhaling deeply the fragrance of his body.

“This is actually Bang Azzam right?“ I just can't believe it.

Azzam just nodded his head while smiling on the sidelines of his cries, we hugged back very tightly.

“Pardon my dear brother, forgive brother for leaving you and our child for a long time" said Fahmi.

Hix... A small issue was spilled in his arms.

"Cry dear, spill it all, now you are here" said Azzam.

“Don't stay with Nisa again, baby,“.

Azzam just nodded his head.

A sense of relief erupted in my heart because now that I have been reunited with people who have sincerity in love, my speech unceasingly expressed gratitude.

***

Loss of vision does not mean he will also lose love and attention from me. The taste is not less, the attention for him is increasing.

Now that we're at the dinner table, Azzam's hands are fumbling around looking for where my hands are. I grabbed him and looked at his bead.

"Abang won't let you go, like my brother's message to you back then" she said with a kiss on my hand.

I closed my eyes, remembering the message he had once recited. Then I kissed the back of his hand and his forehead.

"Come, eat... Eating... " Mom and Umi arrange several menus with many side dishes.

"Nisa, Azzam come... Everyone let's go here we're close."

All families join to enjoy the morning meal that certainly feels so delicious especially with a complete family like this. Occasionally jokes are thrown. The atmosphere is so blue, seeing this family makes me unceasingly grateful. What a lovely gift.

"We and our family have discussed everything, including consulting with an ophthalmologist. God willing the operation will be done as soon as possible." Umi's voice instantly made me delay my last mouthful.

"What's right, Umi?" askau have fun.

Replied with a nod to the family.

"Darling, listen to what they said. My brother will recover soon. You will see the beauty of this world again."

"Alhamdulillah." His words are full of gratitude.

***

The yard that was not so wide in the yard of the house we lived in lay many of the newly planted rocks of the mother a few days before. Still very small, but neatly arranged in rows of black mini pots.

"Darling, what are you doing?" azzam asked as I watered a pot of roses that began to wither.

Azzam walked led by his staff, his feet stepped on every inch of gravel that was used as a tile of this yard, the stone immediately creaked when someone stepped on it.

"Nisa is again watering the flower plants in our yard"

His fingers slowly felt the surrounding plants.

"Well, it turns out there's a lot of plants here baby. Nisa's good at gardening, apparently."

I laughed softly while still watering the other plants. "Nisa is not as diligent as you think, this is all the work of the mother when accompanying Nisa at home. Yeah, here's how mom fills her break," I said.

Cut dry branches with special scissors, throw them into the trash that is under the right row of flower pots.

From the tail of my eyes, I saw Azzam going around, I approached him and explained everything that was nearby at the moment. With my hands as my senses, I tried to introduce every object he touched.

Azzam smiled. Continuing looking through the palm of the hand that switches functions into the eye.

It didn't take me three minutes to get back with the stuff I brought from the barn. Intended to pick up garbage scattered due to strong winds, last night. I found Azzam squatting while shaking his hand.

"Oh my God, why is it bleeding like this?" I found his hand had dripped with thick blood. Finding a piece of glass nearby, I was very sure that he had just unknowingly grasped the piece of glass without knowing it.

"It's okay. It's a small wound" he replied lightly.

"Little injuries what. There's a lot of gini blood. Nisa take the medicine first!" I disappeared back quickly picking up the p3k box to clean the wound that hit his fingers.

I cleaned the palm of the hand that drained the blood earlier with antiseptic liquid, and applied wound medicine. I bandage with gauze so that the wound quickly dries and heals.

"Why did you know why you got hurt like this?"

"So brother just wanted to help clean up this part."

"That,... Nisa didn't tell me to do that. Nisa told me to sit here."

Instead of easing my worries, Azzam was steadfast.

I frowned, finding him laughing like that. While weaving my lips also said, "This plant will wither when no one notices it. So when there is a person who is kind and willing to take care of him then he will be fresh and alive again. He put his hopes on who took care of him with his full attention."

I still don't understand the meaning of the sentence.

"meaning?"

There was a smile formed from the curvature of her lips.

"Abang feels to be a very lucky person at this time, because there is a wife who turns out to be faithful waiting, caring for her husband with all the love and care that is poured out. Thank you, dear."

"Ah, is it Nisa's time? Not that brother said Nisa's a jutek, fierce, stubborn."

"That was. Just say no," he praised me making my smile expand instantly.

"Hayoo, surely Nisa is smiling?" press it.

"No!" elakku. "Abang, you know what.... Wlekkkp... " I tickled his waist.

"Duh.duh darling don't be so nosy. Answer yes is also not what dear, no one forbids. "he said, which at the end of Azzam said firmly.

***

H-1 Operation

Thursday morning, since dawn we were getting ready and checking everything again. All escorted Azzam to RSCM except for his eldest brother, Fikri. My mother also went to the hospital and Soraya's sister Umi and Azzam's father Hamzah. The administrative affairs at RSCM are quite fast without queuing and Azzam can enter the room at around 12 noon.

That big day...

The long-awaited day came when Azzam was about to perform his eye surgery. The doctor at the hospital had prepared and was wearing his full outfit.

Between anxiety and fear, like I'm going to have that operation. My body was stiff and cold with my hands still clasping and locking the fingers of the man who had been lying on the bench.

Since waking up at four o'clock in the morning, this heart continues to beat fast.

"O God," I murmured.

Tik tok tik tok tik tok

Time keeps going. I just keep istighfar..

"Your hands are cold, baby" he said squeezing my fingers.

"Sisa's just so scared and worried."

He put a smile on his face. "And gave all things to Allah, even this life. Pray that everything will be okay. And Nisa doesn't need to be this hot, baby. Brother who would not even calm down if he knew Nisa was still tense like this. Poor baby too. Health is still, baby."

I tried to hold back my tears so as not to spill in front of him, even though he did not see. But I refused to spill it in front of my husband. I should be able to strengthen her, like she always strengthened me.

Surgeon Dr Harim said the surgery would be done soon.

"Dear spirit this time you have to fight again to recover. Bismillah's brother can get through it." The last kiss landed on the forehead before the nurses brought Azzam into the operating room.

Everything can happen, and we believe RSCM doctors will do their best. This is an effort, of course all with the permission of Allah SWT. Bismillahs.. All I can do with my husband while waiting outside the operating room is pray, pray and pray for all to be smooth. And these tears keep pouring out.

In front of the audiologist. I hope everything will be okay.

"Everything will go well. I can't cry like this" I said with tears in my eyes, huhuhuuuuu.

Around 12:00, Dr Harim was accompanied by several doctors and nurses out of the operating room. “Alhamdulillah the operation is complete," said doctor Harim.

At exactly one o'clock, Abah Hamzah and Umi Salamah were asked to enter the recovery room. I am waiting alone. Fortunately there is Kak Aya here who is still waiting for news about his sister.

Although it was relieved by the doctor to say that Azzam was conscious, but still I dag dig dug because I have not met him directly.

Azzam exited the surgery recovery room by being pushed over the bed with the condition of bandaged eyes. We follow where the nurse takes her.

***

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