The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

Chapters 19. An Old Wound

The drama that nature paints is endless. He continues to march along the steps of human life. Time can never be blamed because he just wants to tell and remind when the story should stop and when the story should continue.

Time has become a thrilling speculation. What's going to happen today? Or tomorrow? All wrapped up in a veil of mystery. Likewise, meetings are always a thrilling event.

Was the meeting part of the fate? Because people always wonder, for those who believe and then declare themselves as the great fortune teller say that people do not meet just like that. There must be something behind it. Is not so much life changing because of meetings.

Today Sarah Boutique looks crowded than usual. One by one customers come or just stop by to look at the new products offered. The girl imitated deftly and agilely stepped her feet here and there to serve her booming customers, lucky today Aunt Arini came to help her.

From the results of asking some of his customers, they said they deliberately bought clothes long before the month of Ramadan and Eid al-Fitr came, he said, because if it is approaching the H day the markets will be fuller and some traders sometimes deliberately raise the price of goods to double.

At around 11.30 WIB both can just stretch or just rest fill lunch, because visitors began to decrease one by one until the remaining can be counted with fingers.

Not long after that the white car stopped right in front of Sarah Boutik. It seems like their goal is indeed to go to the boutique.

The pimping girl who was sipping a glass of mixed ice she just ordered accidentally turned to the open boutique door. What was captured by his sense of sight was a man along with a middle-aged woman who was roughly fifty years old.

“Welcome to Sarah Boutique, can anyone be helped?” Aunty Arini came to welcome the new customer friend.

The eyes of the pimping girl were slightly stunned, it seemed like she was no stranger to the man who had just come to the boutique. He tried to dig deep into the memory of the man.

“Az.. Azzams. Isn't that Azzam?” said later.

Azzam replied to Aunt Arini's question in a friendly manner as well. “Ouh, we here want to find out the game, said Umi here always update the latest and good products as well as friendly prices.”

Aunt Arini nodded. "That's fine, here we always update new products starting from the dress, party dress, wedding dress there. Who knows this handsome Mas will have found his soul mate. Can drop by the shirt fittings here."

Azzam laughing masgyul. “Iya next time we will try to stop by here for wedding dress fittings."

"Try the wedding dress fittings? So, is he not married yet? And just on the way married!" Aunt Arini smiled.

"Oh, no. If I'm married."

Aunt Arini's raut instantly turned disappointed.

"Why is that?" asked Azzam when he saw the look on the face of the woman sumringah.

Aunt Arini smiled rattly. "While I mean, want to cornering his Mas loh," quipped Aunt Arini, after chuckling.

Azzam laughed softly.

“Alright, this catalog can be seen first.” Aunty Arini has pulled out the catalog she took from Sarah's desk.

As usual Sarah Boutique always gives a catalog first to the end of the product in this store, about the products in this store, because not all items on display in boutiques are partially stored first if anyone wants to buy them newly issued.

“Mashaallah, the game is good in color is also so beautiful and calm. Looks like this equates to the owner, huh?” the word Umi Salamah praised, when looking at the collections of gamis in the catalog book held.

“Umi know. If Umi wants to see the owner, it's him there, ” said Aunt Arini as she floated her index direction towards Sarah who was still sitting in the middle room of the boutique.

The girl chimed in and then smiled at the consumer because Aunt Arini had already introduced her. Finally, he walked over to their two consumers who were still standing on the glass doorstep of the boutique.

“Assamalu’alaikum. Welcome to Sarah Boutique, hopefully Umi can be impressed and can deal with our boutique,” said Sarah with a soft and soft tone of voice. Not made up is how it is. Sarah, the pimping girl has a small voice and is rather hoarse.

“Thank you, Son. Umi want to look inside first, well?”

“Mari Umi please,” said the girl to Umi Salamah.

He then gave the code to Aunt Arini to accompany Umi Salamah sorting out the items in the boutique. Now the girl lives with Azzam in the front room of the boutique.

Just like Sarah earlier, Azzam was like scanning a recording of the face of the woman he had seen. Wrinkling his forehead while trying to remember.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas Azzam,” greet the girl.

“You know my name?” ask Azzam. “Before a while, we were like we've met before, yes.”

“Iya is right. Mas was my senior brother when I was in college, as well as the chairman of the Islamic studies forum on campus, and I was part of Mas Azzam's work team. Remember?”

Azzam is still trying to remember, and it seems this time his memory has been able to arrange the pieces of footage several years ago. I started to see a little who this woman was.

“Ouh yes-yes. Sarah, right?” the Azzam.

Sarah smile. “Iya, Mas. Exactly it.”

Azzam looked bright because he managed to guess the girl's name correctly.

“MashaAllah, how healthy?”

“Alhamdulillah, Mas.”

“This means your boutique, Sarah?” Azzam asked because his eyes caught the front plaque of the boutique that read Sarah Boutique.

“Alhamdulillah there is sustenance yes I tried to open a boutique business like this. Some of the products here are also the result of their own production and hand design. Yes, so I feel happy to be so able to adjust to the development of fashion and youth trends. The price we keep is not too expensive.”

“This is really a good part of the effort. At least you get two benefits at once. First, to cultivate creativity because surely the designer will continue to innovate to update the models of goods according to market tastes and fashion today. Second, of course, there is always additional income every day and can be invested as capital of other businesses. Not everyone has the same opportunity as you. Especially sewing skills. If we look now many people are looking for work, so that companies can no longer accommodate the unemployment that always adds up every year. So, one of the initiatives is that we move by creating jobs. Yes, the calculations reduce the unemployment rate in Indonesia.”

Sarah was so impressed. How not the overflowing idealism he often shows first when they are still working together in the campus environment. Before they both choose a different path after finishing college strata one.

“Yes, it's worth thanking the Mas. It's part of the initial effort I'm trying to start. This shop has not been long standing. It's only about six months. If the schoolboy says it, one semester. Yes no?”

The two then laughed.

As usual, the wind already knows what should be its task. The wind gently whirred, making a whistling sound that struck and blew away the dry leaves. Eve around the old tree was sembangkin soundly and as if everything became light. Meanwhile, in the middle of this hot day the air began to feel a little cool with the slowly shifting gray clouds sent by the wind from the west. This is part of one short, magical period of time.

“Boong about school, after coming home from college in Egypt now Mas work where?”

“I teach at MA Mualimin Foundation at the moment.”

“Oh, no intention to switch to lecturer?”

“If there is sustenance yes why not. But for now I choose to be in Madrasah first because the school needs my services that lack teachers.”

One by one people go back and forth, in and out of boutiques, making them feel a little disturbed. Sarah invites them to chat on the boutique veranda only. Incidentally there is often used for Sarah to discuss with friends or clients who often take goods from boutiques.

The girl let me go inside for a drink. It did not take two minutes, he returned with a tray containing a glass of warm tea concoction.

“Mari drunk, Mas.” Sarah handed a cup of tea with a small platter to Azzam.

Sarah looked around and her eyes focused on the Azzam.

“Together with Umi? You stick to the same Umi.”

Azzam. “Not really, the whistling is not busy today either. Eating nyepetin take Umi. Mostly only I am still here while the other brothers have returned to work outside the area,” he explained.

Sarah nodded, suddenly thinking to ask if she was at her age she had a family.

“Mas, don't walk so with girlfriends?” tanyanya.

Azzam smiled, just replied, “I have no girlfriend,” said Azzam then sipped back the warm tea that had started to cool.

Sarah seems to be thinking about something because for her it does not make sense to men like Azzam, men who are sholeh and smart do not have a girlfriend or life companion. It is impossible if there is no woman who is not interested in a man like him.

“I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a wife.”

Azzam continued his unfinished sentence. He deliberately gave a little pause because suddenly his throat felt dry so it took a little water to just wet the throat.

“Have a child?”

“Not yet. We just got married about a month ago.”

“Oh, newlyweds this story. The other auras," seduced Sarah. “Wah, soon Umi will definitely fondle her first grandchild.”

Her face is masgyul. “I don't want to burden my wife too much to do housework in addition to momongan because she is also still in High School. I Jug don't want to rush. Let him enjoy his time, like school children in general.”

Sarah frowning. “SMA? Mas married a high school teen girl?”

Sarah seems so surprised that Azzam chose to marry a woman whose age is still young who is clearly far below him.

Azzam. “Why? How come it's so surprised?”

“Ahm, no. I think Mas Azzam will find a life companion that is commensurate with Mas such as famous college graduates, ustadzah, or Qur’an memorization.”

Sarah's words, made Azzam laugh for a moment. “No must. It depends on each other's perspective. There may indeed be some people who take such a view.”

“But Mas, is not Islam as the last religion that is used as a guide for mankind to recommend that we look for a partner, namely a good husband or wife, candidate, because in a marriage that is expected to create a family sakinah, mawaddah, and warahmah.”

Sarah gave a pause, then said, “For marriage means binding someone to become a life companion that is not only one or two years, but a lifetime and produces offspring. If one of the glory of Islamic sharia is ordered to be careful and careful in choosing a life partner, because the household must be formed on the basis of strong faith and monotheism.”

Azzam took a breath, and slightly improved his sitting position. “Yes, you're right Sarah. Finding a life partner must be careful and careful. Find the seiman, sholeh and sholehah. That is also why there is a need for education. No human being is perfect because perfection belongs to God. Need upbringing to form noble character.”

Sarah lowered her gaze.

“Sorry Mas, I didn't mean to offend or patronize, Mas. But this is a bad experience that scratches my life when it will start a new life, with my partner first.”

Azzam looked at the woman solemnly. "What's wrong with your partner, Sarah?"

Sarah breathed a heavy sigh, only then spoke. “If anyone asks me, have I ever attempted suicide out of love and marriage? I answered once. Life is at the end of my throat, a little more I die. But what was their response? They're laughing at me. Where there are women sholehah, routinely follow Islamic studies but do the act as ridiculous as that, where the faith that you ignore so far. Vanished instantly? Indeed love is so terrible.”

Azzam seemed interested in knowing more about his old friend's life. “Astagfirullah killed himself? Because what?”

“How happy my heart was at that time, if tomorrow the day after tomorrow will be edited by the man of my dreams. Arrived that happy day, our family and invited guests have been happy to prepare and welcome the implementation of sacred times that can only be passed once in a lifetime.”

Sarah paused for a moment, catching her breath.

Azzam saw the look on Sarah's face, a smile, but a smile that was passionate. It was like there was an internal wound still gaping.

“He came with his woman, delivering wedding invitations. How savage! Was his goal just to harass and smear my family? He said Sorry I was wrong, wrong to have put you in my life. You're a good man, then I can't hurt a woman a second time. At first I did not understand, then she conveyed that the woman beside her had been pregnant with her child.”

This time he could not stem his emotions, Azzam could see Sarah's eyes that began to tear. With a trembling tone he spoke back.

“Mas want to know what else he said? She'll marry me after she takes responsibility for what she did to that woman. Who women want to be combined. Has he come to bring another woman, humiliate me in front of the guests, keep saying he wants to marry me too? I felt really like a woman who had no self-esteem at that time.”

Azzam was silent. He doesn't know what to say. Throwing Azzam's cock is powerless.

Sarah muttered again, this time with a dumbstruck look. “I think your wife is a lucky and wonderful woman. Until Mas can convince him to accept you as husband.”

Sarah did not understand that in fact Azzam also kept a heavy burden that must be borne as the head of the family. The priest is the leader in the family. When it has been almost a month the ark of their household has not been filled with love. Only Azzam had ever devoted that love to his wife.

Azzam. “Not yet, he hasn't been able to accept me."

Sarah's shocked. “Why? Why are you married then?”

“We were married at the wishes of each parent. But there was no intention of me getting married just to please the parents for a moment, yet this I did was really a divine intention ta’ala. I'm sure this intention will gain grace in my domestic life later. Although it may not be at this time.”

Long story of life that they recorded at that time. Until not realized Umi was standing in the doorway boutique, carrying a large paper bag. Azzam immediately shuffled from his seat walking towards Umi.

“Already, Umi? Let Azzam bring.”

Now the paper bag has changed hands to Azzam. Sarah stood up too.

“Mas Azzam, briefly there is something I want to give,” he said then went into the boutique. It was like he was dismantling a pile of clothes that were still wrapped in plastic and then putting them in a small paper bag.

“This, give it to your wife.”

Azzam had yet to welcome him, he still looked hesitant. Umi had already passed towards the car.

“Take it. Calculate the newlyweds gift, may it?” Sarah tries to convince Azzam to accept her gift.

Azzam sighed before finally nodding. “Well then, thank you very much, Sarah.”

“Wah! Whoa! Not yet Lebaran has received additional bonuses like this. Hopefully satisfied with our service, do not forget to stop by again here.” Aunt Arini chimed in.

Azzam then set foot leaving the boutique.

From a distance Sarah said by raising her voice to be heard, “Do not stop convincing her.”

Azzam looked up and smiled.

The light from God will always be shed on people who are always convinced that life is not always complicated. Dia─Rabbku will be an artist who has sketched all the flow of life, while humans are painters who must keep trying to give a frame of color in life every breath that moves.