The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 15. Munakahats

Rivans

Nis, do not forget today bring my flash, because there is data management of OSIS last year and standing benner pension activities needed in it.

A message from Rivan is in the WhatsApps notification.

Dhanissa

Okey. I brought it to school

Send.

After reading Rivan's message, in my heart I thought about where I last saw Rivan's flash drive. Don't get lost, I can be silent, class president!

I got up from the dinner table and checked my backpack. Right, I didn't find Rivan's stuff here.

I stood while leaning my body against the wall, while both hands folded across the chest. Still trying to remember, but it's not enough if I just stay like this. Right now I need to find that stuff quickly. Don't let me not go to school just to find that thing.

Early in the morning, I was noisy by myself. The books that were on the shelf I was rummaging through all, they were now lying irregularly on the floor. Not satisfied, for the second time the contents of the bag I check back. Who knows if there's a missed part for me to check. Books and stationery that had been neatly inserted before, I dismantled it again until there was nothing left. Even the bag, I lifted up into the air and turned it over. But nothing fell to the floor.

I snorted in annoyance. Where the hell! usually small things like that I put in a zipper bag. But this doesn't exist.

Azzam's desk is the only part I haven't checked. I tried to rummage through every part of his desk, from the drawers to the shelves that were near the table Azzam. Stay nil.

From inside the house I heard the subtle roar of the Azzam car engine, which was being heated in the car garage. While I still haven't found Rivan's flash drive he gave me three days ago. I sent another message to Rivan.

Dhanissa

Van, I did not meet your flash, how dong?

Rivans

Ow hell! how the hell is Nis, we really need the file.

Dhanissa

Got to be today, Van? Can't that be tomorrow?

Rivans

Can not Nis, because it has been agreed with the printing team that the design of the standing banner should indeed be sent to the printing press today.

Rivan's only message I read, without replying to it.

I stopped for a second. “Two days ago as I remember, I put it on the study table when I print and I put it in the bag. Yes, as I recall,” I said trying to remember the chronology of that time when I last held the flash.

I ran towards the garage, approaching Azzam who seemed to be wiping the dashboard of his car.

“Abang, appears flash blue color is not? there are black color strap starp hangers,” manyu.

Azzam.

Seeing the record so, I went back inside the house. I walked in while grumbling.

“Uh! Rivan did not have to tell him right now if you need it again, why not from yesterday try. Let me be more free to shout, if morning sip be a sling.”

When I mengedumel Azzam came to put a small object on the table in the living room. My eyes followed the direction of his hand as he put the thing down. With a slight squint of eyes trying to ascertain the thing from a distance. I accelerated the footsteps approaching towards him.

My hand raised that thing just to make sure there was another flash in this house that was the same as this one.

“Nah, yes. It is not wrong to have Rivan,”, I said, sumringah.

“Bang, where did you get it?”

“On car dashboard.” He answered without looking at me. I feel a little something strange with Azzam not usually he's so cute and cold. Is he still mad because of last night? I shrugged my shoulders while pursing my lips.

I approached his side. “Bang! Brother is still angry with, Nisa?” ask me sweetly.

There was no reply from Azzam. ‘Ish! it was like I was talking to the wall.’

But I'm not out of sense. I did what I used to do to my mother, if she'd have another bite with me. I tried asking again but with another topic, my eyes were trailing towards the wall clock.

“Bang, why did you leave so early in the morning? Usually six o'clock past forty Brother just left.” I tried to look at his face. However, it didn't work. When I do that, he always throws his face away from me.

Now I switch to sitting on the couch playing my fingernails. “What's up with Nisa? Is it because of last night? If it is, Nisa has ngaku wrong and apologized, continue to say sorry. Why are you still angry?” nadaku sad.

I saw him seem to start to react a little. He stopped his activities for a moment. The thing he did so made me feel a little relieved. It seems like what you did worked.

Azzam got up from the sofa chair, then sneered. “Abang leaves early, as there is an office picket.”

“Ouhh,” I said followed by a nod of the head.

The bag lying on the living room table, grabbed by him before stepping outside.

“Abang departs first, Assalamu’alaikum.” Without even looking at me he left.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I replied.

The car slowly moved away from the yard. I entered the room and got my bag ready for school. However, I had typed the message for a while.

Rivans

Van, I've met.

Send.

***

The ringing sound of bells echoed so loudly to every side of the classroom corner. I walked energetic and agile, while occasionally chugging a little towards the classroom.

Taraa!!!

I soared in shock when suddenly someone jumped in front of me, while thrusting a cheese cake, with a candle burning on it. Then following the confetti shot, so the colorful paper scattered in the room. Jihan blew the trumpet like a new year. The atmosphere felt crowded and exciting.

“Happy birthday, Dhanisa,” sahut they four best friends and the genk.

A momentary five-centimeter smile expands followed by an all-red on the cheeks. I tried to cover a part of my face to hide the red stuff that was sticking out. But the feeling of happiness that is so hard I close tightly.

They are very attentive to me. Unexpectedly, I thought that only enemies and bad people were scattered on this earth, but it turned out that of the many humans, I could still find good people and care for others.

Fey came and set foot on me first. “Where was last night, have you done it?”

“What?” I asked along with a face that was still beaming.

Fey raised his index finger and pointed it at the head.

“Ouh, that's it. I'm doing it now.”

He looked back for a moment. “Jovan, here's the cheese cake, we're ready for you. I'm asking you to blow the candles.”

I took a deep breath and was ready to blow out the little candle waving over the cake Fey was carrying, the little candles as if asking that I blow it right now.

“Eitss” my movement stopped instantly.

“Why?” many wonder.

“I want you to spend in the heart of one request before you blow this candle,” pinta Fey.

“One day? I request a lot, there is not only one.”

Fey shook his head once.

“Yes elahhh Nis. Many words? what is list-san shopping? much,” usik Jovan.

I just laughed as I shook my head, hearing Jovan's words. There are words he can use to make us laugh.

I fell silent and asked for one wish and do'a as Fey had asked. “Already.”

“If I can know what do’ it?”

“Dong secrets, only me and God can know,” My reply.

I saw him breathing.

“Mana flash, me?” Suddenly Rivan scratched from behind them while thrusting a hand.

“Yee, Mr. Class Chairman, can't see happy people first what?" my protest.

“Well, still mending me bill flash, if I collect what debt? Hayo, berat?” usik Rivan's.

“Hmm.. yes-yes, Mr. class president always true,” I said admitted defeat.

Not after my friends took turns congratulating me. A teacher with shaky steps enters the classroom.

The children started running around towards their respective benches as well as me. I sat in the second row from the front, close to the door. Next to me, Jihan.

The classroom that was originally similar to the market atmosphere instantly started to be quiet and silent as the teacher had already entered and stood in front of us.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahhmatullahi wabarakatuh”

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh” replied the students simultaneously.

“Before we begin today's study, let's pray first.”

All the disciples were bowed and drowned in solemn do’a before learning that was promised in the heart.

“Kholas. Finish.”

“Ustadz, why did Ustadz Azzam come in to fill out Fiqh lessons? Isn't Ms Afifah?” charisa's voice was first heard.

“Iya Ustadz, Ms Afifah where?” Dila also commented.

“He has applied for a month off work to prepare for the birth of his second child this month. So, Ms. Afifah has requested permission and coordinated with the student body and curriculum in order to ask me to replace her temporarily, filling in the subjects Fiqih.” Azzam chimed in on the questions of his students.

“Ouhh” their voices in unison, more like a choir.

Ustadz Azzam walked over to the blackboard and wrote down the word hypocritical.

“Alright at the meeting this time we will discuss Chapter Munakahat. Please remove each book.”

“Bab this munakahat, chapter about perpetuation, Ustadz?” Jovan.

“Yes, right Jovan. The word munakahat is a term in Arabic, while in Indonesian we call marriage or equal to marriage.”

After hearing Ustadz Azzam's sentence, Jovan seemed to smile to himself as he unfurled sheet by sheet of books in front of him.

“Jo, how do you smile yourself anyway?” ask Charisa who is sitting opposite Jovan

“Obviously, Jo can't wait to take this chapter in his life,” said Sadam also chimed in with his friend.

Everyone in the class laughed at Sadam's words.

“Jo, want to marry young, Ustadz!” aldion's voice came in.

I smiled when I heard the guyonan thrown by my classmates. It seems like they were very enthusiastic when discussing the hypocritical chapter.

Before Azzam responded to his disciple's statement, he seemed to look at me for a moment. A little leisurely he walked closer to his students.

“No problem. Islam has never set an age limit for marriage, as long as the person is already puberty, able to work, and sufficient to be able to run a marriage or build a household. For that young marriage in Islam is lawful and can be as long as in the legal marriage pillars and meet its conditions.”

“Listen to Jo! so if you can't stand getting married anymore, then get married now,” ledek Sadam. “If I'm not ready.”

The class suddenly became boisterous again.

Ustadz Azzam shifted from his position, then resumed the unfinished explanation.

“But what you need to know, if you have built a household life in a marriage bond. You must understand each other's responsibilities. For a man who has dared to interfere with women, then the man must dare to be responsible for his wife and children as the head of the family. Likewise with the wife who must obey the husband because it is the key to a wife's heaven. Obedience in the sense of following the orders and counsel of the husband that are related and do not cause contradictions with what God commands,” he explained at length.

The class was silent again. All the students looked carefully at Ustadz Azzam's explanation. I did too, but it only lasted 15 minutes. After that my body started to get restless, feel tired and want to sleep. As hard as I fought, my sleepy eyes still could not lie.

UAHHHHHH!

I yawned wide. I think dozens of demons are coming in and affecting my soul. I yawned again, couldn't stand it. I think my eyes are red.

The explanation of Ustadz Azzam in front is like the singing of Nina Bobo at night. The writing on the blackboard looks like stars and clusters of planets forming curved lines that look smiling while saying, good night...

Jihan nudged my arm to see my head start falling in the arms of the textbook so friendly and shahdu.

"Nis, wake up You have to be reprimanded with Ustadz Azzam you know"

I lifted my head up heavy.

"Ustadz Azzam up front is teaching material or lectures anyway?” my question, whispering.

Jihan looked at me for a glance. “Maybe this is what is called teaching the lecture method," whispered Jihan, then returned to focus on listening to the explanation of Ustadz Azzam.

I close my head to Jihan while whispering. “Where did you know?”

Jihan shrugged her shoulders. “No idea anyway, just from nebak.” Jihan grinning.

“I'm sleepy, swear!”

Jihan stopped listening to Ustadz Azzam's explanation, and went back to lecturing me but in a whisper.

"I'm sure the devil is whispering into your ear. He said Gini Nisa sleep... sleep.. You need rest."

"Kok you know the devil whispered me so? You're the guy, right?" I said I meant to harass Jihan.

"Gee! You are a friend of the devil. Mending you out and take ablution," exclaimed Jihan, so as to ask me to immediately put an end to sleepy activities and go out washing my face.

Presumably our voices may have reached the ears of Ustadz Azzam. It was from the look in his eyes watching us both.

"Dhanisa!? I don't like students talking when I'm explaining" Azzam said.

I bowed when Azzam reprimanded me.

Netra Azzam then looked towards the clock attached to the wall. There's still a few minutes left. “Good before I continue anyone want to ask?”

Fey held his hand up in the air.

“Ya, please Fayzulen.”

“Ahm, Ustadz what if there is someone male or female who is forced to marry but actually he does not know each other and love with that person?”

Hearing the question that Fey asked, my eyes immediately blinked in shock as the center of high-voltage electricity ran out. Why is Fey's question similar to the one I'm currently experiencing? Is he insinuating me? Does Fey know? Aish.. But even if he did, he must have been angry for a few days and stayed away from me.

I turned to Azzam to see how Azzam would react in response to Fey's question.

He seemed calm, even smiling in contrast to me who was tense and agitated here and there.

He took a deep breath but still in a relaxed position.

“If a man or woman has met the criteria or conditions for marriage and is feared to be trapped in adultery and promiscuity or that can cause slander to her then both parents can force her, even married his son without his knowledge." Ustadz Azzam explained casually.

“Ngak can do dong, where can women marry but not told first.” Charisa the bawel girl is starting to argue.

“Why, Ca? In fact, many people who marry are betrothed, even they do not know each other, but they can finally accept each other.” Sadam protest.

I wipe my forehead. Geez, what the hell are they arguing about? Why go to a matchmaking story try!

Kala found his students began to argue with each other, he spoke again. “Not all marriages above matchmaking are not beautiful, it could be that they are more romantic than couples who already know their partners with each other. Remember that! wherever we run if our partner he who has been written in his book (along al-mahfuz) must be accepted because it is the destiny of God. It's just that maybe the initial scenario that God gave us a little goes against our will. But God always gives his best. What is needed is not what we want.”

Inside the QS. Verse 21 has been mentioned. “And among the signs of his power is that He created for you wives and your own kind, that you might tend to feel at ease with him, and to be made among you of love and affection. Verily in this are signs for those who think.”

From the surah that marriage is a integration between tranquility (sakinah), love (mawaddah) and affection (rahmah).

Azzam looked at Dhanisa from the end of his pupils with a look of love and affection. Azzam knew that he and Dhanisa were married not based on love, but he believed that a marriage intended for a noble purpose would always be blessed with the pleasure of God. Azzam was so sure his sincere intentions would be able to strengthen his faith.

"Is there still a question?" Ustad Azzam glanced towards the wall clock in the classroom. There's still three minutes before the turn of the clock bell rings.

Azzam seemed to be thinking something.

"Don't be here there is a deal, but secretly," said Ustad Azzam teasing his students. After looking towards the disciples, his last glance was dropped on Nisa. In the heart Azzam laughed with anxiety, looking at the expression on Nisa's face, with a wrinkled face and a little pale from anxiety.

"Syafahira Dhanisa, sir," said Aldion suddenly without any filter.

The whole class.

"Look, his face was tense, pale again," said Aldion still continued to tease me.

"Don, Aldion! He was pale because last night his vertigo pain relapsed, when we again mergerjain practicum report. You don't have to judge people!" jihan Protest.

I took a deep breath holding back the frustration. My hand held the pen firmly until the tip of the pen pierced the paper. It felt like I wanted to quickly end the learning today because the feeling of anger was growing in the chest. Though it was good my mood early in the morning given a surprise birthday. But, it was instantly destroyed back.

"Yey, don't be mad, don't be joking. Sorry about Dhanisa."

Aldion raised both his hands to the front of his chest.

I turned to her, then gave a forced five-centimeter smile.

"alright. Already, already. I closed the lesson today. Assalamulaikum wr - wb."

Azzam grabbed his book back and walked outside the room. On the doorstep, he slowed down his steps. Jihan's words were ringing in her head. Nisa, sick? it means he was late last night to get to the hospital because of vertigo pain he suffered relapsing again.