The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 115. ....... Baby (2)

"Darling, look at this funny huh"

"It's funny" I said. "If this is how? Isn't funny?"

"He'em is good" Azzam replied.

Without looking at me who was talking to him, Azzam assented to anything I pointed out through sheet by sheet magazine catalog of baby supplies that I brought.

"So this is green or blue?"

Azzam glanced at the magazine on my lap. Showing the baby box along with the accompanying mosquito net hanging beautifully at the top.

"Green is good too"

"But Nisa likes blue."

"It's green, Nisa."

"But green is good too."

There was a short and faint breath that sounded from his mouth. Men seem to understand that women when crying will close their mouth, unlike men if crying then he tends to close his eyes. It is as if there were sins created.

Feeling ignored, I closed the magazine and then gradually faced the husband. Observe every activity he does along with stacked sheets of white paper. It might just be a report of his student duties. Might as well. Or it could be a report on the Mambaul Ulum pesantren.

"Azzam...!"

"Yes what?"

"Nisa wants to talk"

"Speak, you'll hear it."

The mood was silent for a moment. I deliberately did not say anymore so that Azzam was tired of waiting and immediately turned to me. It is good to talk without facing the other person. Azzam was my husband, not a wall.

"Why silence? He said he wanted to talk, honey?"

Justright. No need to wait long. Azzam. I just gave her a brief kiss. A loving kiss that warms.

I tried to hold a smile, when I saw the surprised action Azzam showed. But the instincts of an adult man are unable to resist the actions of a woman who is none other than his wife. It is not that God will glorify wives who give their husbands inner happiness. As the kiss ended, we stared at each other with a horizontal line.

"Nisa doesn't like that abi kayak. Abi knew that Nisa would have to wait more than three months for us to be together and spend time just the two like this. Right now we can-" implied a hope that hangs from my words just now.

"I-I was just longing... "

Azzam took a deep breath while pulling his lips to form a smile arch. "This man is also dear. How much do you miss that?"

"Se.... " I put my index finger and thumb together but was given some distance. "....gini"

Azzam hurriedly sniffed. "Why just that?"

"Look at it, it's not done yet." I carried the finger link to Azzam's chest, where God placed the heart in it.

"That's the size of missing you, baby. Not big, not small. Just as big a heart that Abi gave to Nisa. Cabi's himself?"

Azzam thought for a moment. Having previously tidied up his stack of paper first, which certainly disturbs the current atmosphere.

"The abi miss cannot be measured by how big. But honey must know how deep the love that Abi gave."

Yes. Azzam smiled triumphantly, yet still created an element of warmth within. Now the two hands that had been focused on locking my tiny fingers, now turned to cupping on the convex stomach of Azzam's wife. He stared with love.

"Darling abi. The hotshot. You listen, son. Mother is good at also seducing and combing now. Look at him first teasing your brother. Keep kissing again." Azzam invited chatting baby candidates in the stomach. His hands actively stroked the surface of a large belly clad in dusty pink robe.

"Kan abi who taught you, baby" I laughed.

"Oh so yeah. The student is better than his teacher."

"Hahha is dong."

Then I felt something jolting in my stomach. Azzam was silent while focusing on the surface of the stomach. Trying to find out where the baby is.

"Patience to abi's son. God willing, it is time for you to be born and grow up to be obedient children of God and parents." End with a gentle kiss from him. I also put my hands together on my stomach to include myself in the loving link. A new generation awaits the birth of a new generation who will be the successors of the servant of Allah who always believes in Him alone.

***

The wedding took place solemnly. Not to mention the voice of Azzam chanting the holy verse of the Qur'an at the wedding of his eldest brother, Bang Fikri who was delayed due to the disaster that befell his sister time. And now alhamdulillah can be held also finally. It was Sarah's house.

All the families are also invited guests to share happiness for the bride and groom.

It can be read how the hue bahagaia couple Fikri and sarah who were sitting on a guarantee, no ceaseless smile of happiness.

I was still chatting and sharing my joy with Sarah's younger sister, who in fact had just enrolled as a student in Sakura country. What an aura of good looks Hanan more and more sticking up, more than the beginning when I met him first.

We were both sitting. Azzam was busy helping the event. There are many stories and stories that Hanan shared with me, both about expressing his happiness because finally his older sister has found the right man to accompany Brother Sarah, defusing half of her religion. Also stories about education and career. He is very willing to help me if I want to sing study S1 there.

I not only chatted with him but also Jihan who joined in between our conversations. Until it is time to shake hands with the two brides. I was helped by Jihan to walk, apparently having a little difficulty with my condition, making it difficult for me to move.

When I got to the top, I hugged Bang Fikri and Sister Sarah alternately. Giving congratulations and prayers to the two bride and groom who are in the flowery.

"Duh, pound Om when does it come out?" asked Bang Fikri enthusiastically. There was a happy twinkle that was so obvious.

"Patience to Om. InshaAllah in a moment" I said. "Entar dedenya want to teach brother to play ball with the same Fikri and want to be a good friend to Aunt Sarah."

Sarah smile. "OK baby. Aunt is ready."

After that, I looked at Brother Sarah sincerely. "Sister, Nisa is also happy with the marriage of Brother and Bang Fikri, may you always be happy, be the same family, sister"

"Thank God, thank you Dhanisa. Pray that we can miss being able to debay as well as you, dear."

"Mother."

Having lined up the other invited guests, I finally resigned to retreat from the stage. And sit back. My legs hurt a little when I had to linger and keep standing.

***

Family chats still sound so tight in the living room. Sarah and I are still in her room.

I closed Sarah's window with a smile. Tonight seems to have been long awaited by a newly married couple. They want to enjoy their sweetest nights in bed. I looked up at the sky filled with stars. Unfortunately, the moon is not visible from the window side of this room.

Sarah was already staring herself in front of the glass. Seeing appearance.

"Well, the newlyweds always have their own aura" I glanced at Sarah from the reflection of the mirror.

A knock accompanied by the call of my name echoed from outside.

"Your husband's voice seems to be, Nisa."

"Yes, I'll be out for a minute, brother."

Justright. Azzam was already standing in the doorway and the door was the first time I opened. I look around looking out. Precisely in the direction of the room where the family is still chatting. I could see one by one of them coming out.

"They're going home, baby?"

"Yes. Nisa want to go home or stay here?"

"Yes gohome. Why is Nisa here, who is disturbing their first night," I said, ending with laughter.

Azzam was like that. "Alright, then sort out Nisa's stuff. We also go home, it's late at night, when we both rest just like the two brides" Azzam raised an eyebrow followed by looking at his brother who wanted to guide his father and mother to the front of the terrace.

I flicked his arm. "started. Oh, baby wait outside. Nisa will follow."

Tidy up the party dress I brought after changing into regular clothes, and say goodbye to Sarah.

The person sitting in the room was completely deserted. I saw Hanan, Fikri and the Mother standing at the door leading the Fikri family to the front.

Abah and Umi and Kak Aya are already in one car. Me and Azzam were left behind.

"Mom, Hanan, let's go home first huh"

Sarah follows behind not spared my greeting, for permission to go home with her.

He hugged me while saying. "Thank you Nisa for everything. Brother, I'm sorry that as long as we know, you hurt your feelings. Including about the incident"

"Yes, sister, it's okay. Nisa had forgotten that time. Nisa also apologizes if there are things that are also not pleasing that Nisa has done to sister."

"May you and the Grandpa be healthy until the lahiran."

"Amiin thank you, brother. Then Nisa says goodbye." I re-embraced her before turning my body into the car.

"Han, success goes on, yes" I said smiling at him.

Hanan also replied to him. "Okay, don't forget to go home often. I wait," said the handsome, white man.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

The car drove out of the yard. Leaving the little family, who were waving their hands to the car that was starting to move away.

***

I just got out because I have a guest. I continued my work in the kitchen. Stirring my favorite chocolate pudding dough.

With the condition of the right hand is still stirring the pudding dough that has been boiling, and ready to be transferred to the mold container. A big hand took over what I was holding.

"Let abi help bun."

Instantly a red pseudo sticking out as the kiss landed on my cheek.

Bizarrely. Although he often did that but still the red tinge was always appearing.

"No need. A little more, just poured here anyway."

I held onto my chest feeling jolted, as a small opposition jolted back. There was no room in there, too narrow to make a baby kick as if it hit my heart straight.

"Why?" Azzam asked when suddenly my hand stopped pouring the dough into the mold.

"Regular, Bi. Baby's activity in the stomach" I said with a crisp laugh.

"His stomach's getting tough, Bun."

"Yes. More frequent stomach cramps too."

Just talked. Cramp it back again. I feel it again. It was quite stronger than the previous one until I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip refrained from complaining of pain.

When opening your eyes. I immediately found Azzam's worried face.

"Kram again?" azzam asked as his hands revolved around the stomach.

"Why is it so intense seems dear. Is it near time."

"Decree what. The moon is still far away. Maybe regular cramp times."

Azzam, who did not want to argue, seemed to give up and negate my words. He probably understands the same as me.

Not speaking at length, he took the pudding dough earlier, there were still a few more that had not been poured into the container.

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