The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 113. Halal Love

In the all-white hospital room, there lay a man whose eyes were wrapped in bandages. He tried to get up when he heard the door open.

I, Umi and Azzam's brother, and the ophthalmologist who dissected both his eyeballs approached where he was sitting. The doctor told him that his bandage today could be opened. Azzam's lips moved in a smile. It feels happy to wait for seconds that a speck of light color will come back.

Slowly the doctor opened the bandages from both eyelids. The doctor gave instructions while calming the patient, in order to prepare himself when he opened his eyes.

I also did not escape giving her spirit.

"Dear spirit, everything will be fine."

"Let's start" said the doctor, after all the bandages covering Azzam's eyelids were opened.

Azzam opened his eyes right now. For a moment, he simply flinched, then rubbed his eyelids.

"Slow down. For the first time it may indeed be somewhat more sensitive because the retina of the eye needs adjustment first with the incoming light."

And it's true what the doctor said. Azzam said that he could not see clearly yet, because the glare made his eyes hurt like a prick. Soon, however, he looked at the people around him with a smile.

Seeing his reaction, without a word spoken, I all but snuggled to his side.

"Mashaallah, thank God." said Azzam who was a sign that he could now see again.

Hearing Azzam say so suddenly made me bite my lips to hold haru.

"Are you able to see it already ?” ask doctor.

"Yes, doctor," raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Dhanisa, my wife." her hands shook on my face. Untouched decay clear liquid that has been stacked in the eyes.

"Yes, honey.... "

Unable to hold haru, I dropped a hug in the arms of my beloved husband.

Azzam also allowed his mother and brother to join in, getting a warm hug with him. The feelings of haru and joy mix into one.

"Oh my God, son. I miss your beautiful eyes, son" Umi laughs happily, then kisses her youngest son's cheeks affectionately.

"And mother's prayer is always with you, dear."

"Thank you, Umi. Who has always loved us all without limits." The entire family that entered the room smiled happily.

"Mother salute and admire you. All this time we can only lament fate when we have to accept the reality left by you."

Umi took Azzam's hand as well as mine, putting together the skin of both of our palms. "He. Your wife is a person who feels very lost. It was a heartbreaking and dark suffering in life when we had to accept the harsh reality."

"Umi, Azzam did not expect any of this. Azzam did not hurt will survive the fatal accident. God still gives me a chance to look at you all for longer. Giving me the opportunity to draw closer to Him and continue to improve practices that are still lacking."

His hands are holding tight. So Azzam replied to her while glancing and smiling at me. Make me blush.

"Honey, Nisa's got a bouquet of flowers for brother." I approached the nightstand, reaching for a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers.

"flower?"

I nodded at the sign of assuring. "Why flowers? Because like this beautiful and vibrant flower arrangement, that's how Nisa feels right now."

Azzam received the flower with sparkling eyes. He put it on his chest and kissed it.

“I am grateful that the first time you see at a special and important moment in your life is the most beautiful thing in front of your eyes."

The smile on his lips grew like rose petals on his lap.

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Light brown soft sofa decorated with white woven fabric embossed in red gives rise to the shape of flowers around each corner like a frame that protects the unique flower moons in the middle. Azzam leaned his head right on it, a sense of relaxation enveloping his entire body. Every now and then he sipped my warm orange water on the clear cup showing the warm orange water that is still full because only twice Azzam gently upheld it.

"Here is already. Is it cooked?" as I walked slowly closer to her, my right hand stroked the already protruding belly, while the left hand held the back. I tried to stand a little upright even though it looked difficult because the burden carried increased on the stomach.

"Here, this chicken opor ala chef Azzam is ready!" with the face of the sumringah Azzam showing a bowl of his opor intended for me.

"What was that?"

"This is Nisa again arranging our photos first." I showed you one photo while on vacation to the tea garden.

"When is the way again?" my door.

"certain. Brother has plans for our next trip."

"We umrah dear after our son was born how?"

"You know, Nisa wants to. Hope everything goes according to plan. And this child will be born safely."

"Amiinu. Now, let's eat first, A-" Azzam asked me to open my mouth immediately to take his first bribe.

"Attent." I held his hand. "Have you taken your medicine yet?"

Azzam smiled and nodded. "Here, Nisa don't worry. Now let's go on and taste this chicken opor."

He spewed a bribe of opor made by Azzam. After that mouthful came into my mouth. I began to experience the tongue tasting process, a few seconds later I nodded in satisfaction.

"How's it?" azzam asked waiting for answers and responses to his cooking.

"Don't ask. His champion. Now try to replace Nisa who bribe yes, feel how good this opor is." My hand prepared a mouthful. A moment after the bribe landed in his mouth. Azzam seemed to taste while digesting a taste that I think is very good.

"Where is it really good?"

"One more time, baby," Like still not sure Azzam asked me to bribe him again.

"Have you?"

"Hmmm..." Mengulum smile. "Ah, not yet, my brother has not tasted where this delicious food is." This is the third time I have bribed him. Either he wanted to confirm the assessment I said earlier, or he really wanted to prank me by continuing to bribe him many times, even though I am currently hungry.

"May dear" pinta again.

He's starting to piss me off. "This is the story of your brother being tasted or is he hungry?" my pouting.

Azzam stumbled a smile holding back a laugh. Seeing me so, he took the opportunity to do sun on my lips.

I froze, silent in place. I even felt that at this moment my face turned a deep red withstanding embarrassment.

My heart beat began to stir - making me a little nervous, more nervous as she approached, and gently stroked my cheek while whispering, "Don't miss this dear."

I got rid of the hair that started covering her forehead. Deepen in this moment.

It's like I haven't seen her face water this close. As close as we both breath. I bowed deeply after looking at his face.

"Oh God, is this really all? Am I not dreaming that Azzam is by my side again?" lirih.

He raised my face back. "Nisa's not dreaming this is real, baby. This man in front of Nisa was the man who had managed to conquer the heart of a woman whose heart had previously been stolen." Fractured momentum.

"Nisa just doesn't believe."

"I'm sorry for making Nisa sad as long as you leave Nisa." He kisses this friendly hand before returning to the test. "Now let's look at the good times that are waiting, which yesterday let it be, now we focus on arranging our future."

Azzam straightened his back, then stood up straight from the sofa chair he had previously occupied. "Now try Nisa's standing up"

My two eyebrows are linked together. "Why?"

"Let's just stand up"

I just follow his will while tidying up the clothes I wear. Magenta colored silk gamis. The smell of flowers came from the perfume I was wearing. Azzam swallowed his saliva with difficulty, for a second I could no longer dwell when I saw Azzam smiling seductively, his heart beating fast, blood rustling warmly throughout the body.

"Why? Is there something wrong with Nisa's appearance?"

"Mashaallah's. Real pretty. Most beautiful bumil aura," he praised desperately.

"No need to overdo it ntar Nisa flying again praised only."

Azzam. "Honestly, you're not lying. Nisa's waiting for you that night? Now brother's tagged tonight too." Seductive smile.

The man standing in front of me picked me up and grabbed me, carried me in his arms and carried me to the bed.

"Love has filled almost half my heart, so there is no room for another love" she whispered softly to my ear, lying next to me.

"That's half. Where are you going again?" many wonder.

“Of Allah and the Messenger of Allah,“ replied Azzam.

I smiled while looking at him.

Both eyes stared at each other, speechless, and when the holy, halal cinnta became an intoxicating opium, there would be no longer any barring named shame to reveal it tonight. He's back in a warm embrace tonight.

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