The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 16. Siratan Memories

I put the bag and sat leaning the body on the seat. For a moment, I closed my eyes to calm my mind. My calm was a little disturbed by the ringing of the phone that sounded. Not knowing who was calling that clear at the moment all I needed was calmness. Don't want to be disturbed. The phone that was still in my grasp turned it off and I threw it on the bed.

Outside is actually mega is struggling dark. The delicate circles of the sky slowly began to descend to the earth. But that did not deter my mind from escorting footsteps to the small garden that was on the land next to the house. A look of the eyes lay on the green-growing grass and some sturdy flower stems neatly arranged in a pot. Without footwear I walked through the park, the pebbles were deliberately arranged nicely around the house which led me to a mini park designed by Ahsan's father and Hamidah's mother. The sound of the creaking of the pebbles I consider as the accompanying music every step of my way.

Slowly I close my seat on the teak chair under the beauty of the fir tree. I just kept quiet, looking ahead without knowing what I was seeing. The empty view. Angan led me to walk somewhere through a passage of time into the past. It is similar to a short film.

That afternoon, Amel my schoolmate got a lot of gifts and greeting gifts from friends. To the extent that his parents also took part in coming to school to give an extraordinary surprise for his little girl.

“Happy birthday daughter Father and Mother 10 years.”

“Iya, Mother's Father. Amel is very happy, Daddy and Mommy gave this amazing surprise to Amel.”

I saw them hugging their spoiled and sweet child.

This is the third time in a month my school friends celebrate birthdays at school in special gifts with the presence of their parents. The first was Juno, the second was Shera and the third was Amel. They were all born in the same month, just different dates.

Once arrived in February the third week, precisely February 22. As usual I went to school with a carefree heart and my feet were moving with agility. From last night's phone, my mom and dad promised to be home soon and bring me presents just like any other friend. I studied with passion, the spirit of endless I looked at the wall clock that was plastered in front of the classroom, waiting for the arrival of father and mother to come to school brought a surprise.

It's eleven but there's no sign of father and mother. I'm still thinking positively maybe mom is still preparing everything.

The clock kept clinking, my other friends kept asking me why my mom and dad hadn't arrived at school yet when they were all impatient, wanting to share my happiness.

Half a dozen...

“Dhanisa?” meysa's mother's voice called me. I looked towards him.

“This is dear,” said Mother Meysa softly.

I ran as hard as I could towards the doorway fulfilling my homeroom call.

“Mother, Mother and Father Nisa have arrived, yes?” my ask is very excited.

Meysa's mother was stunned, then smiled. I saw his eyes wither and glaze over.

“Come on, come with Mom. But before take the bag first yes,” the tone is so soft and affectionate.

“Why, Mom? Later if Father and Mother Nisa come here continue not to see Nisa, how?”

Ms. Meysa did not know how to tell that to the sweet and innocent girl who was standing right in front of her at this moment. Finally, Meysa's mother who went to take Nisa's bag and guided her to the office room, on the way she stopped her steps for a while, then sat down crouching at me.

“Nisa, Nisa knows Uncle Ahsan?”

I nodded many times.

Meysa's mother rubbed her head, while tidying up my braid pigtails that might be a little messy. “Uncle Ahsan is in the office waiting, Nisa.”

Meysa's mother got up, continued her steps which were only a few meters away until she reached the school office.

“Assalamualaikum Mr, this is Dhanisa.”

Instantly Uncle Ahsan, got up from his seat when he saw that my body was already in the doorway. He hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe.

“Uncle, why did Uncle come here. Where's Dad and Mom, Uncle?” I was surprised to not find my parents, but Uncle Ahsan who even invited me to go home.

“Dhanisa, we go home yes dear. At home Dad, Mom and Brother Khalid are waiting, Nisa." Uncle Ahsan's voice was raucous and trembling.

I then turned to look at Ms. Meysa. He just nodded followed by a smile, but it was not like the smile I saw on his face.

“Mother, thank you, yes. Excuse me first. Assalamu'alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

We started leaving the Pearl Elementary School grounds, to immediately return home. In the car, I wondered to myself in my heart. Disgruntled, I asked Uncle Ahsan again.

“Uncle, Mom and Dad why not go to school? is there still a show, huh? so Mom and Dad asked me to make it home?” tanyaku plain.

Uncle Ahsan did not answer. I folded my hands together on my chest and showed a sullen face because no one wanted to give me a definite explanation.

After traveling about twelve kilometers, the car has entered the yard of the house. From the windshield of the car I saw very crowded people crowding the courtyard of the house. Mothers who wear the necklace, and men wearing cocoa clothes complete with pecans appear alternating back and forth in the yard. The tent is also upright, aluminum chairs also fill part of the yard. Uncle Ahsan opened the car door for me. I walk among the crowd. They looked at me with pity and pity. My eyes were staring around, I saw in front of the gate of the house, a man was planting a yellow flag made of oil paper. Who died?

The footsteps I put down when I got into the house. It turned out that it was more crowded inside than the people I had seen outside earlier. Hamidah's mother came to hold me in tears. Sayup-sayup I heard people chanting do'a. I opened my eyes, looking at the crowds in this house, in search of father and mother.

“Bik, where's Dad and Mom?” my many.

“Huuu..huuuu... hiks....” I cried a bunch.

Before they were delivered to the resting place without stopping, I kissed and hugged the bodies of the father and mother who had been stiffened. Uncle Ahsan and Ibu Hamidah continued to hold me, trying to sow.

Without buying time, the appointed neighbors immediately bathe the bodies. The surrounding people had gathered to fill the room, they all came to send do'a, soldering and delivering their bodies to the last bed.

The funeral delivery motorcade hastened the steps to leave the house after performing the funeral prayer. Each person tried to reach the coffin of the corpse on the way to the funeral. As recommended by the Prophet so that Muslims can immediately manage the body. In a hadith also mentioned so, “Be quick to take care of the body. Because if the corpse is a righteous person, you have quickened the good for him. And if the body is other than a pious person, it means you have put ugliness on your shoulders.” [SV. Bukhari no. 1315 and Muslim no. 944].

Before the funeral was over. The mourners resigned one by one. Now I live, Uncle Ahsan, Mother Hamidah and some of the closest families who survive in front of the mound of land that is still wet. I didn't feel like moving from this side of the navel, but Uncle and Aunt Abang Azzam helped me continue to persuade me to go home.

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Takziyah wa takziyah had done three nights in a row at home. Now, everything has begun to be fixed. The chairs that were originally arranged neatly filled the yard now have been folded and collected. Sofa chairs and tables that were originally removed have been arranged back to their original place. In this house, there are only relatives and a handful of neighbors.

In the middle room of the final resting place of the father, the mother also Abang Khalid has been held carpet, and now the room was used as a gathering place for relatives. I myself am still immersing myself in the room. Still staring at the wound of the departure of father and mother.

Tok.shock.

“Nisa, this is Abang Azzam, you can enter, no?”

Little Nisa still did not reply.

Azzam decided to turn the doorknob, and it was fortunate that Nisa did not lock it. Azzam's gaze immediately turned to little Nisa who was sitting on the bedside looking at the family photo. Her tears slid back to her chin and trickled down just above the photo already in a white frame, about the size of 10 R.

“Abang, why did Mom and Dad and Brother Khalid leave, Nisa? why did they renege on her promise to give a surprise gift to Nisa at that time,” said Nisa's voice was hoarse.

Little Nisa momentarily sobbed back in her brother's arms. Azzam who sat at the side, then rubbed the little hair of Nisa who was limp because of all day in the room. Yang Azzam knew all along that little Nisa was an agile, jovial and energetic child. But these few days it's all gone in Dhanisa.

“Nisa, don't be sad. Later Dad and Mom are also sad there if they see Nisa crying like this. Meningan we out, outside brother has a favorite cheese cake Nisa, also a special birthday gift for Nisa from brother. I'm sorry, but you can give it now. Little brother girl,” he said while ruffling his sister's hair.

“Ish, brother nih can not, no need to scramble the hair continuously,” protest Nisa.

At that time Azzam was relieved when he found a streak of smile transverse from the tiny lips of his cousin's sister who had just finished crying.

A moment later I came to my senses from the daydream that brought my memories to the record five years ago. The wind blew, waving the branches of the tree above me, when it blew carrying a cloud to deliver rain to its destination.

At least maybe he knew that there was a heart that was being barrenly cut off the sad past. The rain comes simply to remind us that there is a grace of God that always accompanies in the life of every human being.

The rain slowly began to spill itself onto the earth. Do not shift the position of my body that still survives sitting on a teak wooden chair in the garden next to the house. The rain kept flushing until now I feel my body has been evenly doused with rain water.

“Nisa! what is Nisa doing here?” the voice was suddenly present amidst the roar of heavy rain. “Come go inside?” Azzam pulled my wrist tightly.

“I brushed away Abang Azzam's hand.”

Azzam was silent, trying to catch his breath.

“Nisa, if Nisa is angry because of the incident in the class, I apologize. I mean Abang just wanted to prank Nisa who was on her birthday. Now Brother asks come on according to a little to go inside, the rain is as thick as possible. Later sick, how?”

“Let's. Nisa is tired of the melody of Nisa's own life.”

Wrinkled Azzam's forehead.

“Abang, what's wrong with Nisa so God gives life like this?” he said with a trembling tone holding back the cold. “Nisa, miss Daddy and Mom.” At the end of the sentence the word is so lyrical, and being stuck at the end of the throat is too painful to remove.

I looked down deeply with my bones drooping. There are water droplets that I have to endure to not shed from the eyelids. Those clear eyes were glazed. But finally the circle managed to also escape through my eyes which now began to be soft and thick. Seeing me who was starting to get emotional Azzam sat on the side with his left hand still holding the umbrella. Now my body is a little out of the rain.

Azzam's delicate hand stroked his wife's head, and then he let out a gentle kiss. The longing of a child left behind since childhood by his parents five years ago seems to spill all over today. Can no longer be hidden. Azzam felt Nisa's cold body. He guided the tiny body to enter in his arms. Not a word came out yet.

I still sobbed, when my head was still leaning against his chest. “I feel quiet. Don't have anyone ready.”

“Hey, who said?” Azzam denied my words just now. “Nisa, still have adoptive parents, have a brother. Not alone.”

Azzam tried to understand his wife's feelings and circumstances. He turned his face to the sky with a full heart. There is hope that he is trying to convey.

“Nisa, ever said that there is a destiny that has become a provision of God, both good and bad. Man is under the laws of God, so that all that we do is not separated from the laws that already have value. Even before man is born one's destiny is already established. So as a believing humanity we must always strive.” He stopped for a while and said back, “What does Nisa want us to take to the tomb of Abah and Umi, also Abang Khalid?”

I muttered.

“Then we go to the tomb tomorrow, it also happens to be a holiday tomorrow because of Sunday. So, now come on in the house, look it's soaked still wearing school clothes anyway. Must not have taken a shower before after returning home?” god Abang Azzam. He then embraced the increasingly trembling body of the woman, because she was shivering in the cold.

Outside the rain is still not reluctant to subside his desire to water the heart that is troubled, but there is still a series of life trips that must be passed. The two began to leave the garden.