The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 118. The Extra Part [End]

2 Years later...

Saturday afternoon, we invited Faaz to stay at his grandparents' house. Coincidentally tomorrow is the weekend, as well as the family wants a vacation alias qualitytime with family.

"Reply, assalamualaikum..." With his little legs Faaz ran from the terrace into the house whose door was already open.

"Wa'alaikum... " Seeing her granddaughter running over, Umi immediately spread her arms while bowing to embrace Faaz's small body.

"Hummmmmd... " Umi pinched both of Faaz's chubby cheeks. "Umi's granddaughter is more handsome. It's so big now."

"Yes, Umi. Mi, Bang Az wants to play school so that brother has a play."

"Well, Bang Faaz's spirit hasten to check, son."

"Within' here as well as a woman?"

"Ama Abi with Mother. Mi... Mi.... Bang Az happy abi mayin brother nginap at home Umi continue tomorrow abi same mother ngajak walk to the zoo."

"Wihhh, yummy dong. Umi can come, son?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically. "May," Faaz replied more excitedly.

"Faaz, umi wants nanya. Bang Faaz misses Umi, don't you, son?" ask Umi gemas.

"Rinduuu." he replied spoiled while biting the tip of his index finger.

"Sama Abah too?"

"Yes too... Just as everything Bang Az missuu. " Faaz said followed by a hand gesture playing the tip of his grandmother's khimar.

Hearing the babble of her grandson made Umi Salamah all happy and happy to see the development of Faaz. I saw him happy too.

"If so Umi want to be kissed dong same granddaughter of this most handsome umi." Faaz confirmed it by kissing both cheeks of grandmother alternately. Once satisfied, pleased with the grandson. Umi Salamah took off her luggage letting Faaz play around the house.

Without being given the cue Faaz ran towards his favorite play area, where else if not in the small pool in front of the house. The pond was deliberately made to beautify the garden of the house and filled by small fish, who ran agile. Chasing each other after each other.

"Faaz, where are you going?" Azzam who brought some of Faaz's toys first called out to him. Meanwhile, I am still cleaning a small bag containing the needs of the little one.

"You look at the Faaz fish, Bi.." The squirm had already run out of the house first.

"Slow down... Slowly. It will fall, Faaz" said Azzam. And just now Azzam turned around for a bit. Faaz's crying voice was already heard from outside.

"Hiks... Bundaa," cried Faaz loudly calling his mother. I asked Abinya to see what had happened to Faaz to make her cry.

"Mother... Mother. "call him again with a loud cry.

Without saying anything, Azzam walked out, following. I just shook my head, since then the boy was too hyperactive, jumping from one chair to another, running around here and there as if there was no tired of the Faaz playing.

He saw his brother coming near him. Faaz's cry eased a little.

"God is the son of abi dear" Azzam cleansed Faaz's filthy body, for it fell on the ground. With the condition of the shirt that is also somewhat wet because of playing water.

"Hiks... Hua... Abi Sakitt!" faaz sat on the floor.

Azzam took Faaz's body and carried it. "Where does it hurt, son?"

The boy blinked slowly and pointed to his right arm.

"Bismillah. Audzubillahi wa qudratihi min syarri maa ajidu wa uhaadziru (I take refuge in Allah and His power from the evil of something I encounter and which I fear)." After reading it, Azzam blew Faaz's body away.

"Cured... Heal. Fuh," he added.

"Why else is he, Bi?"

"His name is a child." Short Azzam, then give Faaz to me. I felt Faaz's body wet from playing splashes of water outside earlier.

"Come, we change the body clean Faaz used to be gantu clothes yes, son."

"He.huh... " Faaz nodded and let himself be carried by me towards the bathroom.

***

Allahuahbar... Allahuahbar...

I blinked my eyes when I felt someone was slowly shaking my body.

"Mother.... "

"Yes, baby" I replied. I found Faaz standing next to me. "Eh, you're awake, baby."

"Yes, mother let's get up. Abi sama eyang is waiting to pray together... " Faaz pulled my hand swiftly.

"Dear, Faaz is waiting there for Abi and the others. Mother wants to wudhu first."

Uncover the blanket, and immediately head to the bathroom with your eyes still clenched. Understandably last night I was willing to stay up late to watch the favorite football team compete until willing to sleep until late at night, even though Azzam had reprimanded me but his reprimand I consider the wind passed. I still want to watch the game until it's over until now I'm really still sleepy.

"Astagfirulabadim.mom!" My ringisku was in pain, as her head hit hard under the sink while picking up a dropped toothbrush.

"Ohhhh!!" while stroking my forehead.

Busy looking at and checking my slightly bruised forehead, it really hurt. Makes me even feel dizzy.

I turned to the toilet door when I heard it knock.

"Darling, are you in there?" his voice sounded outside.

"Yes. Nisa is inside. Nisa is soon to follow. This again wants ablution. Just a little darling."

"Yes.. "

I feel bad because I woke up late, especially the in-laws had gathered to pray together.

When I finished, I immediately put on the face and took a position next to Umi Salamah.

"I'm sorry everyone, Nisa was a while ago." I grinned, feeling bad.

Umi Salamah smiled while looking intensely at the area of my face.

"That's why, son?" asked Umi Salamah, pointing to the jidat area.

He must have noticed this bruise on my head.

"Hm... Here, umi?" I said I rubbed the bruises that still hurt. "So it's a hurry, so suck, Umi."

"O Allah, you are habitual, not careful. Later in love saleb. Let's not be so swollen."

I smiled and responded. Shortly after, Faaz ran and stood in the middle of the line of me and Umi.

He chatted, "Faaz wants to be here, yes, near Mommy and Umi" said Faaz staring at the two women next to him alternately.

"Abang Faaz is a man, so his shaf is ahead, son. It's the same abah. Stand next to you, son."

Not much to comment, he immediately changed course and returned to where he was standing next to his grandfather.

Ba'dha shubuh as usual Azzam again listened to the development of my Qur'an reading. Correcting the true tajwid that I apply when reading the Qur'an.

No less excited, Azzam also taught his children to read the Qur'an, even though they only knew the Hijaiyyah first.

For Azzam, education for children at home is very important, so before children spend some time in school. He and Azzam became the first teachers of their children.

The education of a child is the main obligation for parents, not others, especially on the character education of a child. Azzam taught independence to his son as early as possible, he did not want his son to be a spoiled child.

The social soul with high concern is firmly planted. I am grateful that Azzam's patient, caring, and intelligent character largely declined to Faaz, our first son.

As a father, Azzam only hoped that his children would be happy and be able to spread good to all people and benefit religion, nation and nation.

An hour has passed, murojo'ah activities have been completed.

Slowly the dawn rises, poking after drowning his entire body on an decorating night accompanied by celestial objects that are no less beautiful in the sky. But dawn is no less than giving hope. New hope for humans again began the day and his life is constantly driven by time.

The chirping of birds leaning on tree branches signifies activity in a minimalist house owned by the Abah Hamzah family. The retired lecturer man, was enjoying the morning tinge with his favorite grandson in front of the house.

But Azzam, his face looks radiant today. Like a kid who just got a new toy. He took off the batik gloves, leaving behind a t-shirt and knee-length shorts.

"Honey here first." he asked who sat on the edge of the bed, after folding the sarong and removing the peci he always wore.

"Why?" I still do the same activity.

"Here I go."

"Why, Bi"

"That's jidat already in the love ointment?"

I just nod.

"Oh."

"Oh yeah."

"So?"

I let out a rough breath. Without saying a word, I stood back to stare at him.

"Huf! Rather than just that, mending help the wife! A dress like a mountain."

But I haven't been able to step Azzam has already pulled my hand, making me sit back. But this time it was Azzam.

He threw a ten-centimeter smile. I'm more interested in looking at his two eyeballs. And it lasted a few seconds.

"Honey, don't gini ah, it's not good to be seen by others, because we are not both at home anymore, especially if Faaz saw," I protested while trying to escape, but Azzam wrapped his hands around my waist so tightly.

Azzam ignored him. He played his fingers around the area of my face gently. His hands were dancing freely on my face. My eyes closed tightly enjoying the touch.

Now, I feel like a sweet kiss just landed on these lips. I finally opened my eyes with an erratic heart. This guy in front of me always managed to make me fall in love with him.

"I just want to spend time with you" he said.

"It's not like we've always spent time together, baby."

"Lack" woo Azzam

"Huh, less?"

"Abi feels that our time is still cut off with work, with abi busy working outside. And Nisa has to take care of everything herself, right? But lucky abi Umi's always ready to help us, baby."

"Yes, Umi Salamah, she is both a very kind mother-in-law and a gentle and caring mother. Just like you, baby," I said pinching his chin overgrown with a thin beard.

"Thank God, since childhood they have always taught me many things. How to establish good relations with our fellow human beings and also with our god, Allah subhanallahwata'ala. Easy, abi can also teach our children what Abah gave me."

Azzam took off his embrace, his hands reaching for something hidden under the white-gloved pillow.

"So there's a present for you, baby."

I took the paper he put on me. "What's this?"

"That was abi's dream long ago. Abi used to dream and dream that if you have a family and have children later, abi will bring our small family to umrah, dear."

There was no expression of my happy and happy expression, other than hugging her and thanking her for everything.

"Oh Allah, that is your plan. So beautiful is the gift you gave."

"Dear,"

"Hmmm.... "

"Thank you for everything. How could abi give such perfect love and love."

"Because the love we build is love because of God. All love and gifts come from Allah subhanallah wata'ala. Loving someone for seeking the pleasure of Allah, not the love of lust and transgressing the Shari'a. Like the love of a person in participating in jihad in the way of Allah, not for worldly purposes.

I stood up again, looking at him straight with a blue heart.

"Our love is the best because my faith is growing. You helped me out in the world, and therefore I want to see you back in heaven."

At the end of the sentence, I bowed my face deeply. Feeling weak and not as good as carrying out duties and responsibilities as a wife. I kissed his palm.

Azzam refused to see me so, he took my body and sat down next to it. "Don't overdo it, baby"

He helped remove the trace of sadness on my face.

"Mother, mother why, Abi sickin mother yes." I gasped as the voice greeted my ears. I didn't realize my son was among us.

I quickly became ordinary. "Bang Faaz, you've been playing with his brother?"

The boy's eyes blinked cutely turning to look at his silent ashes. "Abi, Mother why?"

Azzam took Faaz's body into his lap. His hand rubbed the chubby cheek repeatedly. Before he lowered his body, he kissed Faaz's head with a feeling of affection.

"It's okay, son. Mother Faaz is just too happy, baby"

"How happy are you crying, abi?"

"Yes, there are many ways we express happy feelings dear. One of them is by crying. Crying doesn't just mean someone is sad. Happy people can also cry, cry out."

Faaz's eyes twitched until a nod of his head indicated that the boy understood his ashes.

"Faaz would like to follow abi with mom?"

"Now. Where, abi?"

"We take a walk... We'll go to ..." Azzam long paused his sentence.

"Ke... Where's where?" Faaz.

"We're going to Mecca. We worship Umrah there. Brother Faaz would like to, son?"

"Yeeey, look forward, Bi."

"Same abi sama mama, Bi?" faaz asked.

"Yes"

"Yeye, Faaz can see the same ka'bah as the tomb of the prophet muhammad. Yeee's... " Faaz soared happily in the lap of his ashes.

"Then kiss mommy same abi first dong, son"

Faaz kissed his parents in turn.

"Humm. If so, mother wants to continue to clean up."

"Faaz continued playing yes, abi want to help mother," her voice was vague.

"Faaz will help you too, abi?" whisper back.

"really? Yes, let's help mama get settled, spirit!"

"Spirit!" his clasped hand was raised upwards.

"Geez, what are you planning?"

"Stttt... "

They both run into each other. I could only shake my head at the behavior of the father and son.

Two minutes later, the two returned.

"Mother, see we are ready for battle today" Faaz said.

The two are fighting each other.

I scrunched my forehead, astonished at the words of the two people in front of me.

"the war? " much confused.

"Yes dear" replied Azzam.

The man disappeared briefly behind the door and reappeared with Faaz holding a cleaning kit. Azzam carried a broom and Faaz held a duster placed on his shoulders.

"It's time for war" said Azzam cheerfully.

"WAR!!!" faaz's spirit was suffocating.

I smiled, her husband never tired to help with homework.

-end

Syukron Katsirah