The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 117. ..... Baby (4)

From the tail of my eyes, I could catch Azzam's head against the wall clad in hand sanitizer before approaching the box where Faaz lay comfortably.

Faaz Nufail Syairazy's. A very nice name that turned out to have been prepared for his son. The name, consisting of three words, holds a large meaning that contains the prayers of a new pair of parents.

"Well, Abi's son is asleep, son?" Azzam leaned over Faaz's forehead and held the sleeping baby.

"Already, abi. Now we go home, son." The lips of Faaz in the lap of the father. Thankfully, Faaz was in good condition, the doctor checked on Faaz and we allowed him to bring him home.

The hospital room has been uproar since this morning. Umi Salamah also helped prepare the needs of our return. While Faaz had moved the sling to Mother's lap.

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Unbeknownst to me it turns out Azzam has set up his own room for a small with blue decorations look dominating. I'm really amazed at what I see now.

"How good is it not?" said Azzam standing next to me, carrying Faaz. "If it feels ill-fitting, let the fox abi."

"Don't, this is great... Thank you, yeah."

"Together his mother Faaz." Azzam gave a deep peck on the forehead.

Azzam carried Faaz's slender body in his lap to a bed dedicated to Faaz.

"Mashallah is handsome abi's son huh. Hurry up big yeah let there be friends abi to tease mother." Azzam stood behind me. With the position of the hand coiled around the waist perfectly.

"Start the child with the father of cooperation that is not-no." I said and turned my body facing towards him.

"Handler."

Abi Faaz came back closer to Faaz, then looked at me. Like he was finding something between me and Faaz.

"What's wrong?" my many.

He shook. "No. Abi was just trying to see the resemblance on Faaz's face to Nisa."

I'm mendehem. "Yes, Faaz looks a lot like his ashes. His eyes, nose."

"What yes, dear. Not really. Her lips look like Nisa's. How abi fell in love with Faaz he was so handsome his skin was pure white because his mother was so," he praised my heart.

I turned to look at him seriously. "Bi...?" call me.

"Yes why?" He turned his gaze away from looking at Faaz.

"Thank you yes. Thank you for patiently facing Nisa's attitude during this time, since the beginning of our marriage, Nisa never gave a good impression as a wife. Always hurt my brother's feelings. Forgive Nisa for being a wife who still has many shortcomings, as well as in taking care of the household." A tear fell on my cheek. "Thank you all this time always faithful and patient to accompany, Nisa."

A few minutes he was silent, permeating the current state of affairs.

"The husband is the captain in the household. So, it is the duty of the brother to direct the child's wife in building a safe household, mawadah and warahmah." He took my two hands. "Abang also wanted to thank you for accepting my brother sincerely. Giving a very sweet and handsome baby in the middle of our small family. Brother knows the role of a mother is the heaviest when she has to manage all household needs, take care of children. Everybody, baby."

We were in this room clad in harrumph, clutching tightly with each other. The rest of the family is still outside. For sure they are still reluctant to part with their grandchildren.

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An-Nashir

In the room that smells typical baby sound murottal qur'an from one of the young qori in Indonesia. I decided on the view when the whining voice greeted the ears.

"Cold huh?" I said as I patted the baby's thigh slowly, which was only wearing a diaper, lying on the bed. His body was illuminated by the sun breaking through the window. The little baby squirmed with eyes that were intentionally closed.

"Let's sunbathe next to the house, son," I said, slowly tapping Faaz's fingers.

"God hasn't worn a shirt yet but has been drinking milk, son? huh uh?"

I turned my head when Umi was sitting next to me while gently rubbing Faaz's cheek on my lap. Faaz is breastfeeding. Although only a little, at least it is better than yesterday - a little that did not come out at all. So it must be helped with formula milk to meet its needs.

"What a handsome Umi's grandson, son. Her cheeks are starting to stye, huh?" umi Monologue on Faaz.

Faaz cried loudly and stopped drinking his milk.

"Cups... Cup... Why is it cold? We'll put on some clothes first... "

I gave Faaz in Umi's lap. The middle-aged woman helped to ease Faaz's cries.

"Azzam's gone, Mi?" tanya while preparing Faaz's clothes.

"Not yet, it's still outside as it seems," he replies putting Faaz's body on the bed.

Umi quickly darted out of the room in a hasty step. On the other hand, Faaz's cries hardened. I don't know if he feels uncomfortable just waking up or how. I held him back in my lap trying to pin him down.

THE CZECH...

The door of the room opened, Azzam appeared behind it. He immediately asked about Faaz whose cry was so loud that it came out.

"Let abi help, dear"

Azzam took over the little guy, trying to calm him down. He waved weakly at Faaz's body while patting Faaz's buttocks still in his trunk. Sholawat nabi's humming groove also accompanies.

Faaz's father kissed Faaz's cheeks as his cries began to subside. "Why son, want to kiss abi, yeah. Do you want to go to work, son?" While swiping the tip of the nose into Faaz's tiny nose.

As if understanding, the little baby squirmed with both tiny hands raised into the air. Not to be left behind a small smile from the red lips that stick out makes Azzam semangkin fall in love.

Faaz looked small.

"Don't abi, little Faaz macih. Later on calau Dedek Faaznya already wretched," said I kissed Faaz cheek.

Azzam had been wearing neat clothes. He was used to prepare all his needs himself maybe he understood my condition and added his riweh early in the morning must first take care of Faaz. I am grateful to have a husband who is understanding and alert and even more he plays a role in helping and taking care of newborn babies even though there is Umi or my adoptive mother who also contributes.

It was nine in the morning, this morning he filled public courses at the campus where he taught.

"Tell me to go to work, baby. Now same mother first yes. We'll see you later in the afternoon."

Cup.

The kiss was dropped again on his son.

"Nisa, brother leave first. Don't forget to take care of your health, baby."

I nodded and accepted Faaz back. We both walked together to the front porch. Not to forget he gave a message so that his prince must be a good boy, not fussy.

Azzam straightened his body again, then saw me.

Like the usual days before leaving to kiss the husband's hand first.

"Do you want to order food when you get home?" bargained for.

I'm shaking.

Azzam smiled and brought the body docked to give the kiss on the forehead. He then said hello earlier.

Just two steps down from the porch. The man's voice greeted, the man stood firmly in front, his lips extended a smile and said a greeting.

Azzam returned the greetings of the man slowly and softly. Enough to make me aghast, the man still dared to show his face in front of our family.

"What else are you here for? Want to destroy our household again" I said with a red face.

"Ridho are you here?" azzam asked with a confused look.

I stepped closer to Azzam, but my gaze was not even clear from looking at the man in front.

"Honey, watch out for the bad guy who wants to hurt you first" I whispered.

Azzam tried to be calm while stretching his neck veins.

A scene I had never thought of and imagined before. He hasn't yet said. Saying say. The man sat down, his voice sobbing deeply for forgiveness.

"I haven't had time to apologize for even making my wife happy before she's completely gone from my life for all eternity. That is a great regret in my life. And now, with a sincere feeling and heart, I apologize to your family for being a thorn in the home life. Again I apologize," his voice faltered.

The old Azzam looked at me alternately by looking at Faaz. I also did so, there was no real reason to refuse Ridho's sincere request. His life may be more unfortunate when he had to divorce his wife, Rara was also no less likely the woman he loved had to first go home to his caribou in an incident that also involved my husband.

Azzam bent his body, lifting Ridho's body to stand up again.

"Don't do that, it's not nice to see people. Come on get up." The soft sound was still clearly heard.

Ridho raised his head, slowly starting to stand straight back up.

Azzam patted Ridho on the shoulder and said, "Bro, God alone is very forgiving, let alone us as his servants. So, God willing my wife and I have forgiven Mas Ridho ever since and we have given everything. That may be part of the test to test our patience. So with the family. Hopefully we can all take wisdom from the events and problems that befall us. And keep improving yourself to always be close to God."

Ridho nodded slowly, with his head bowed deeply. "Yes, I gradually began to deepen my religion, and followed the assemblies. I want to change that dark time, so that my life is better, "sincere Ridho.

Azzam's lips recite the phrase hamdalah. Gratitude because Ridho is determined to deepen his religious knowledge. If asked by Azzam, be ready to participate in religious studies together. Learning knows no age. Deepening religion is certainly a must. Of course, God is very happy for his servant who always wants to continue to get closer, self-sufficient, so that life runs peacefully and the soul feels peaceful.

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