The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 22. You're Beautiful, My Wife

All the houses around the dark complex covered. The electricity went out tonight. The light of the stars and moon has long since disappeared into the dark clouds. A rumbling sound rang out from the end of the sky. If this is the case, people are not able to puckle. The sound of the television flame is no longer heard nor the sound of the chants of songs played from the tape belonging to the next door neighbor also does not call anymore. Usually he is the one who always makes a complex noise by playing music until late at night. Without thinking that his actions have disturbed the night sleep of his neighbors.

In this room only lighted candles. The fire shriveled when hit by the wind that gusts in. Umi had been a few minutes ago leaving us to rest in her room. I am still focusing on the laptop screen that shows the Korean drama series Doctor Jhon . I just finished five episodes, and tonight I want to continue with the next episode. There is no other way to liven up this dark and silent atmosphere except by watching Korean dramas. Meanwhile, Abang Azzam focused on reading the hadith interpretation books. To add to his lighting when reading he uses emergency lights.

At 10:05 WIB. An hour has passed I am still enjoying watching the movie played by Ji Sung, and his colleagues. I who get carried away sometimes feel the jubilation itself until I vent on the pillow that is in bed. To the extent that I unconsciously shouted seeing the romantic scene of Cha Yo Han with Lee Se Young. This was the second time I screamed. I could only wrap my mouth with both hands when Abang Azzam turned towards me because of the shrill screams. It looks like Ustadz Azzam has a lot to be patient when it comes close to me. I'm ingrained.

Sometimes I steal a glance at him who is also still diligently reading the same hadith as me. It's just the difference if he does something more useful than me. But that's okay, everyone has different hobbies and tastes. I also realized that I had no similar tastes with him.

I had missed an episode. If I feel sore with the current position, I sometimes change position by putting my body down.

The quiet atmosphere of the night and the condition of the mattress soft as a while makes me feel at home for a long time staring at the laptop screen. Now what I hope is hopefully the laptop battery can be friendly.

The Azzam I looked up to had just ended his activities. He tidied up his desk, tidied up the scattered books and put them back on the bookshelf. He stepped onto the bed, and sat quietly right beside me who was still bowing.

“Watch what is it?” asked Azzam's brother, looking at the laptop screen.

“If you want to know, this is what is called drakor,” I replied while changing the position of the body in a sitting state, with hands holding a bolting pillow.

Brother Azzam nodded.

“Not bored from earlier staring at the laptop screen?”

“No!" my ketus.

Azzam sighed. "If you count it seems like an hour the laptop is on. Nisa's watching now and going to study."

I frowned. “Ih, just a little more."

Azzam chose to get closer to my side. “If we feel at home for a long time watching such dramas, why do we also not compensate by lingering at home reading the verses of God. At least we can also get his reward and silver. Try to imagine within an hour we read the Qur'an’an how many verses we can read. Moreover, if it is routinely done every day then the reward of reading the Qur’an we will continue to increase along with other rewards such as prayers, shodaqah and others.”

I was heavy. "Hmm. always, she always makes me ugly," I was upset.

Azzam Pov's.

The expression of the look on his wife's face made Azzam realize that her speech might make him dislike. At that time, Azzam sometimes felt that his responsibilities as a husband were so great and heavy. But, this is the way he can do to change little by little the less good temperament that is in his wife. Remembering he was the head of the family who had the responsibility to educate, guiding his wife to the morals that God loved.

Sometimes in the household life a wife makes mistakes. And it is certainly the responsibility of the husband to rebuke, direct, remind his wife to return to the straight path.

While Islam itself has clearly provided guidance and direction for the husband to do his duty to educate the wife in a good and right way.

Narrated from Abu Hurairah, that the Apostle Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said, “Whosoever believes in Allah and the last day, let him not harm his neighbor. Worship women with kindness. Because they were created from the ribs and the most bent ribs are the upper parts. If you straighten it, you will break it and if you let it, it will remain crooked. Therefore, be wise to women well.”

As it has been argued that a woman is created from a crooked rib, she needs guidance to straighten it out. However, to straighten it also requires softness and patience.

This implies that the husband straightens his wife gently and not excessively. Not as excessive as rude, and brash. If it is too hard, the risk is that the ribs will break. In other words, women will be persecuted. If a husband wants to straighten it out with the straight and no bend will surely eventually lead to strife and separation. But, if the husband is patient with the situation of the wife then the relationship will undoubtedly be long and lasting.

Azzam took a deep breath. I hope that his advice will be accepted by Nisa. So that he may lead him to obedience and obedience in order to obtain Allah's paradise.

Her body was held by my side with her hands clasping my shoulders. Right now, I can even smell Abang Azzam's fragrant perfume. I closed my eyes. It was hard for me to swallow the saliva because I was holding back my nervousness. This way I even thought that Brother Azzam had heard my heart thumping violently.

"What's title?"

“Doctor Jhon,” I replied.

I saw the face of Azzam's brother a little confused, sometimes in my heart I laughed cackling when I saw Azzam closed or looked away when I saw the scene kissing affectionately. I was sure in my heart as she watched while she also took part a hundred times ha.ha.ha.

Not long after he got out of bed. I saw him looking for something in the closet.

“Well, this is from Sarah.” Azzam thrust a paper bag at me.

“Feelings Nisa doesn't have a girl friend whose name is Sarah."

“It is, Nisa's friends where there are women, all men," he said again.

“Abang stop sindir-nyindir Nisa continues,” I said pouting.

“Sarah is Brother's friend. College friends Brother college time strata one.”

“Ouh,” while nodding.

“Well, try Nisa wear first.”

I raised my forehead next door, “Why should it be now?”

I'm sighing resignedly. “Ihh! Yes-yes, so is sulking. Unaware of what age?” I said by singing my lips.

Quickly my hand grabbed the paper bag still hanging in his hand. Not too excited, just that I felt indignant at his desire.

Slowly I opened the plastic packaging that wrapped the shirt to cause a crackle sound.

I looked towards Azzam. He threw a smile back five inches, then sniffed his chin. He told me to wear it quickly.

“Ish!” I hissed in annoyance, with my feet pounding to the floor. Then step into the bathroom. Follow her wishes tonight.

The shirt is now on my body. Really fitting. I grabbed an instant hijab pair with this robe.

I did not feel satisfied because the bathroom mirror was too small, so it only reflected the image of my face wearing an instant hijab.

My smile immediately expands. A red smile. Signs I like this view. A beautiful face becomes beautiful with a long hijab. I deliberately linger in the bathroom, so that Azzam curious. And I'm sure he'll be knocking on the bathroom door any minute.

Gts ... Gts ...

“Nisa, so long! Nisa change clothes while taking a shower, yes?” azzam from the outside.

I laughed amusedly as it managed to upset him a little for the long wait.

Shortly after, I stepped out. Blank. There was no one in this room, including Azzam who had knocked on the bathroom door.

The 150 cm high mirror displayed in the room reflected the image of myself wearing a tosca colored robe with a beautiful design and so stunning. I didn't even expect that woman would give Azzam clothes this good. It must be expensive, my mind. Long dangling gaya covers the eyes of the feet, the hijab with matching color covers the chest to the arms.

I'm still busy pulling my hijab up because I feel the looseness on the part of the face that makes the hair out here and there including the poniku as well.

Without me noticing, Azzam was already standing beside me with a look of amusement seeing me fatigue justifying the oversized hijab.

"Here, help brother"

Azzam held both of my shoulders, so that I could face him. I felt a bit uncomfortable and awkward when Azzam helped fix the hijab and put my hair out.

A few minutes later, a voice came from the doorway of the room.

"Nisa, just put the needle on if it's loose," Azzam suggested.

Azzam held my shoulders back and faced me in the mirror.

“Beauty." One word but it has a wonderful effect. I feel like red stuff sticking out of my cheek. I could only bow shyly covering the cheeks that were already flushed like tomatoes.

“Try Nisa look forward!” He lifted my chin so I could look straight in front of the mirror. A smile expands when I see the reflection of my face in the mirror.

“Nisa wife beautiful brother once.” He praised my half-dead appearance. “See the shirt fits perfectly on the body of Nisa.”

He looked at me from head to toe covered in cloth. I just stared at him silently from the mirror image.

In my daily life I am not a feminine woman, but I also do not call myself a tomboy.

If everyday I prefer to wear jeans, long-sleeved shirt, but if out still I wear a hijab. I am not used to it and rarely wear clothes like this unless invited by my mother to a lecture.

I was amazed to see myself a little different now. Well, if it's like this I think it's fitting that I'm with ustadz beside me this

I know why my mom and dad would rather put me in a religious school at the madrassa level. So that I don't get me wrong, stay disciplined and stick to my religion. But even so, I felt that nothing had changed from within me. I still often argue, coming home late at night, tribes hanging out with male friends. I don't have many more girlfriends. My only female friend is, Jihan. But I'm grateful that mom and dad didn't kick me out to move to a boarding school.

“Udah satisfied? Now Nisa wants to change.”

“Sebentar.” He blocked my step.

“Ish! Especially anyway?”

“Nisa, would you like to change the appearance of Nisa to be like this?”

I quietly sighed softly, trying to weigh up Azzam's request.

“For a while Nisa thought about it,” said as she patted her forehead. “Hmm... Ahhaa... I guess not yet,” I said, then passed to the bathroom again.

Azzam snorted a patient breath, inwardly thinking of convincing Nisa to love him alone she had not been able to. Moreover, he had to change his fashion. But, Azzam always had a slow belief he would continue to guide his wife.