The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 23. Still Patient

Drrt..drtt ...

Deringan mobile phone beeping.

I woke up half-conscious, my sleeping lights turned on and shuffled on the bed.

📞Dhanisa

Hello, what's your midnight phone gini?

📞Fayzulen

What time is it now?

📞Dhanisa

It again. Hours 12.30.

Fey chuckled on the other end of the phone.

📞Fayzulen

I can't sleep thinking of you, Nis.

📞Dhanisa

Yes, tomorrow we will meet at school.

📞Fayzulen

You are careful to sleep alone if the rain is heavy, usually a lot of thieves who roam.

📞Dhanisa

Ah, you're right?

I looked around at the window timidly what Fey said was true.

📞Fayzulen

Ja. What I'm most afraid of is that he'll steal your heart.

Fey's voice laughed out loud.

📞Dhanisa

Ha. ha. it's funny.

I said pissed.

Unconsciously the chatter of the two of us slightly disturbed Brother Azzam who was sleeping next to me. He seemed to squirm a little, changing his sleeping position to face me.

My eyes are closed strong.

“Ouch! hopefully he doesn't wake up,” my murmur, silently holding his breath.

📞Dhanisa

Fey, ah, I'm sleepy.

My vision was slow but full of emphasis.

📞Fayzulen

Just sec. This time I'm serious. It's about our bulletin that will be loaded on the school mading.

The tone of his voice restrained me so as not to quickly hang up the phone.

📞Dhanisa

Whaan?Look out yeah.

📞Fayzulen

Tomorrow I get information there will be a massive demo action reject omnibus law. We can put that too into the bulletin in our classroom mading. How's it? If so, I'll pick you up tomorrow.

There was no choice but to agree with Fey's proposal. Otherwise tonight's chat will be longer. Actually it doesn't matter if Abang Azzam is not beside me, but if this is the story he will wake up and lecture me.

📞Dhanisa

Ja. Okay-okay.

📞Fayzulen

Okay if you stay home, I'll pick you up.

📞Dhanisa

Uh, you pick him up not in front of the house. In front of the complex gang.

📞Fayzulen

Wh why?

📞Dhanisa

The thing is, the person who put me in this house, is fierce. Angry. If I close it, call it. I want to sleep heavy.

I spoke with a little whisper, so as not to disturb the sleep of Brother Azzam.

📞Fayzulen

That huh? yes, if so. Good night dear.

📞Dhanisa

Good nights.

Tut...

Phone disconnected.

I turned off the sleeping lights and pulled the blanket deeply to continue the sleep that had been interrupted by the chatter earlier.

***

If counted mukin seven times I paced in front of this television, if he is human would be a heavy protest. Actually, I was looking for a solution on how to get out of the house today without having to bring a motorbike. If I told Brother Azzam I didn't bring a motorbike because it was picked up by Fey, he would be angry and curse me with his lectures. Huh! fate of the house with ustadz.

I just want to be honest, the only problem is that if I tell the truth is there I won't be out today, and the school tusk won't be finished in our hands. The huft!

I saw Umi just coming out of her room, I quickly approached her. “Umi, Umi today with Abang Azzam want to come out again no?”

“No Nisa, why?”

I smiled bitterly. “He-he no Umi. Yes Nisa wants to go ahead first,”

Umi shook her head to see her daughter-in-law. “Nisa, Nisa, is still laughing at her childish nature, even though she is already in High School, has become someone's wife again,” said Umi after seeing Nisa pass.

I glanced at the circular clock on my wrist. The clock has shown at 13.03 WIB. I was still pacing around in front while biting off the fingernails, a sign of anxiety.

“Ouch! How come Nisa thinks! Think on! At 13.30 WIB Fey will pick you up in front of the complex gang.”

I patted my head.

From the distance I saw Abang Fandi pushing his bike, I ran to the front of the gate without wearing footwear.

“Abang why the motor?”

Brother Fandi tilted his lips. “Do not see the tire, why?”

I then glanced towards the two motorcycle tires of Abang Fandi. The front part of the tyre looked mediocre, nothing was wrong. The rear tyre looked deflated, it seemed like there was really no wind.

“Well, it knows!”

“Ya already Brother continuein geh thrust, happy fighting,” I said encouragingly.

Brother Fandi shook his head. “No school?”

I was heavy. “Nisa tau, Brother cape push motor from home. And the workshop is still a few meters away. But not by pushing a motorbike can make people become senile. Yes no?” I said by raising my eyebrows.

Brother Fandi frowned.

“Abang, now it's Sunday, during Nisa school from Kindergarten to High School Nisa has never met a school that has learning activities on Sunday. Except ...”

“Husstt!” Brother Fandi cut in instantly. “That mouth has no brake yes. Brother so surprised, about not at home yes Ustadz Azzam married and chatty like Nisa,” he said meledek.

“Abang like don't know me aja.” I looked back, making sure there was nobody behind me. “Abang Fandi tau not every day Nisa was able to get a short lecture from him,” voice I put.

Brother Fandi laughed. “Lajarlah, the installments kayak Nisa, do need spiritual daily broadcast so insyaf,” ledeknya again. “Udah meningan you enter before you can talk again there.”

“ISHHH! Yes, there you continue to push the motor. Bye.”

The wicker chair creaked as I sat on it. My eyes were stunned to see my motor matic still perched in the garage of the house.

drrt.drr..

📨Fayzulen

I otw, you wait for me in front of the house alley huh? As per overnight's agreement.

I'm looking at the weight, putting the phone on the table. I sat on my chin, constantly gawking towards the motor.

It was like there was an incandescent lamp burning brightly above my head. I got one idea.

“Ah! Stupid why not try it! Turn mepet-mepet gini new get idea."

I dragged my feet towards the warehouse to look for something I could use. Right once I found a pile of nails in a little bucket of old house paint. I picked one of the nails and took it out.

I smiled cunningly.

“Si Blue sorry I, yes. I had to hurt you for a moment. This is for my job.”

I brutally stabbed the motorcycle tire using a nail that was as long as a little finger. Instantly the sound of the wind hissing out of the motor makes the tire deflate in a matter of seconds. There was really no wind left. While the nail deliberately left in the tire, so there is a reason if the tire leaked because it was pierced by this big nail.

I went back into the room to take a small note. In my neck I've hung a camera ready for combat. The right hand holds a tripod that will be used to capture the demo action on the field. I feel like a real journalist now. I confidently walked out of the room.

“Abang! Brother!” my peek.

Azzam's brother appears from behind the house, probably having finished fixing a mini garden containing several plants, such as chilli, tomato and soup leaves. If only it can be planted on the remaining land behind the house.

“Abang Nisa wants to go for a short interview, to fill out the school's mading bulletin this week. But Nisa did not ride the motor ya.”

“Indeed Nisa motor, why?”

“Kempis, hit by nails,” I said without a sense of sin.

Oh God! Forgive Nisa for lying to Abang Azzam.

“Let Brother inter.”

“Abang,” I said with a pretended sweetened smile. “Nisa is not a child that must be controlled and between everywhere!" I said culas.

Azzam was about to return my words, but I cut quickly.

“Why?" I said probing. “Abang angry? Do you want Nisa to bring a car? Here!” my hands looked up with lazy twisting eyeballs.

I took one step closer and spoke near his ear. “But, be careful not to mistake Nisa if it hits a tree," I said in a pressing tone.

I saw his breathing rush, his hands clenched. Now it was his turn to approach one step towards me, with a hand swinging towards my head. In my heart I said, this is bad.

My eyes are closed strong.

It's something I didn't expect. A kiss landed on my forehead.

“Be careful on the road.”

I can just freeze. I didn't imagine before, I thought he was going to hit me in the face. I'm like checkmate! can't say anything more.

My head is bowing deeply.

Oh God forgive me, Nisa.

I reached for his hand which I had seen clenching hard, then kissed him. “Abang, Nisa leaves first. Assalamu'alaikum"

My footsteps swung quickly leaving Azzam still standing in the living room. I ran outside the house, carrying with me the memory of what happened a few seconds ago. In my heart I wonder if he was really angry or not? But if not why is his breath holding emotions. But even if not, why didn't he continue his slap?

Cittttttt ...

The motor brake sounds squeaking. The man carrying a pile of gallons rebuked me.

“Hoy Neng!! Be careful if you want to cross the road. Good luck if you don't..!”

“If not what? Huh!?” I said I also challenged him not to lose.

He threw out his nearly finished cigarette butt at my shoe, then pulled the gas lever of his motor without saying a word.

“Huh! How dare you doang girl!” my hardik.

My breath still felt stingy after running earlier, now I have reached the face of the alley.

“Fey, not yet arrived,” I said with half-out breath.

I felt my throat so thirsty because of running out of a small marathon. My eyes glanced at a minimarket with close me standing at this moment.

“Fey's mumpung hasn't come yet, mending I buy a drink first.”

Five minutes after Nisa went into the Minimarket, there was the sound of the roar of the Fey motorbike engine that stopped right near the complex alley. Fey looked left and right. But he has yet to find Nisa waiting for him in front of the alley. He reached into the phone from his pants pocket, just to send a message if he had reached the front.

Drt. drt...

I heard the phone ringing from inside the small bag, on the screen appeared a message notification from Fey. I'm sure he's ahead. I quickly set foot toward Fey who was not far from where I was currently buying a drink.

“Fey!” I screamed with my hands waving at him.

Fey narrowed his eyes to clearly see the woman across the street.

“Buruan!” yelled Fey from a distance.

***

The rumbling sounds of people filled the road, some of them deliberately blockaded the highway in order to voice the action. The sound was heard loud from the TOA loudspeaker on top of the open tub car. They just want to fight for their rights as in the law on freedom of association, assembly and opinion. Presumably this is what they are trying to take advantage of by taking cover behind the law. However, are all the people who are crowding in this mass action really fighting for their idealism? Or just for the money?

I looked to the left and right side of the road. There were people selling drinks and food among the crowd. Some journalists were busy broadcasting the news live. The hustle and bustle of vehicles is still visible in the street corner with all its interests and activities. The lives of people on the streets never seem to be lonely. There was never any rest.

Today the weather was so hot and scorching, there was no sign the sun would relent to resign. The spirit of the demonstrators is increasingly tempestuous, we too, do not want to lose. I quickly put the camera on the tripod head. Meanwhile, Fey, is trying to find a source who can be asked for an interview related to the protest action. With the little technique I knew about the shooting problem, I started trying to normalize the position of the camera lens. Look for precise and sharp bokeh effects with a blurred background. While waiting for the source, I aimed at the surrounding conditions from behind the viewfider and began to shoot with fun.

Suddenly the sound of objects hitting the glass sounded equally vague, from the direction of the demonstrators. Not long after that the sound of bang after bang grinning accompanied by a continuous explosion under the slipi flyover. Some police in charge of maintaining security tried to bring order to the mob who made trouble. However, the other masses were provoked by emotions. They retaliated by throwing a few pebbles and boulders at the building and a slipi flyover. People were scattering to and fro avoiding stone throws and slipi flyover attacks. But the successive attacks continued for up to a few minutes.

I also ran. But do not know where to take shelter, while Fey has not returned. I walked with a gasp of fear among the crowd of people, who were like wanting to kill each other.

A BRUUKK!

A hard object hit my head. I fell down among hundreds of people who were running down the ridge to and fro pouring pebbles.

Slowly I tried to get up, holding my head in a daze to endure the pain. I saw patches of blood dripping down the asphalt road. Surely my head has launched fresh blood, my mind.

Asphalt road temperature that has been more than 8 hours exposed to the sun is so hot. I felt like my skin was blistered, especially the palms that kept on the asphalt to support my body, so as not to really fall asleep. Slowly I tried to get up, but I tried three times it never worked. I fell back down.

A hand stretched out right in front of my face. My eyes looked straight at what I was seeing. Without knowing who the owner of the hand is. Is there anyone who cares among these protesters?