The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 24. Reunite

“Come let me help!”

I blinked when I heard that voice. His masculine voice made me want to quickly see who the owner of the voice was.

I looked up, but the hot glare of the sun made my eyes not clearly look at his face, plus the pain in the head made my eyes blurred and twitched.

But the next second, he crouched down and rubbed my body that had fallen down to get up quickly, then sought help to immediately treat the wound that still continues to melt on the forehead. My voice grimaced a little when I started moving my body while standing.

“Who are you?” I asked that because I still couldn't see his face covered in black helmet glass.

Not long after he revealed the glass helmet, to reveal all parts of his face.

I was stunned and wide-eyed, when I found that handsome man coming to help. I really didn't expect that I would be paired up to see her again. He really is my angel of help.

“Kok you can be here too?” manywould be surprised.

“Part of SME Journalism students were also present here to cover the action. I happen to be the head of the SME. So I came along to direct them. They are junior brothers who have only joined a few months with this SME.” He spoke with a little sting, maybe he came to me with a run.

“It doesn't seem right if we have to chat here. Conditions are not possible. Meningan we quickly away from the crowd and treat your wounds,” said the man worried.

“Awhile my camera,” said I held back his steps.

The black camera also fell to the asphalt with its master. I don't know how this camera fates anymore. But luckily no one stepped on my camera, as people ran down the ridge away from the mob.

“Sini, let me take it,”. He slid the camera to the side of his body.

I struggled and struggled very hard. Every now and then my body staggers almost uprooted, much like a boat ride. But he kept guiding me all the way across the street.

When he touched my body, I turned to his face which was still wrapped in a helmet. His attitude was still the same as his time at the bookstore, humble and caring. The proof is that he wanted to help me find a book, and now he's saving my life. I thought so because it could be that he was just pretending to be nice and looking in front of the Mall girls who were busy asking for selfies.

I let out a subtle breath.

He asked me to wait in front of the shophouse that seemed to have not filled in for a long time, in front of him plastered large writing Ruko Rent please hub. 085273XXXX, I circled my gaze in another direction. He went into the parking lot to get a motorbike. I feel pain in the face. I dare not touch it if the blood is still there. What's more makes me shudder.

A few seconds later, he came riding a big motorbike with a black list mixed with red.

“If I take you home no problem? I guarantee my brother can also treat your wounds.” His hand pointed to the area of my face. “Because he had also served a long time in the hospital before finally choosing resign.”

I agree to his invitation.

“Emang your home where?” ask me to connect the chat again.

“That's so close from here. It's wearing the helmet!” His hand held a black helmet. I grabbed the helmet, then sat in the back. He's a really rare man. In the street, he kept talking to me. Until during the trip I felt not too foreign and awkward.

“Tadi actually I went there with Aksa, but he came home with his younger brother whose house was in the same direction,” he said with a voice missing arising from being swept by the wind.

I'm nodding. “I never said that now college. What semester is it?”

His head turned to the side so that his voice could be heard. “Semester 6.”

“You're older, it doesn't feel polite to call him you, so I should call brother or sister?”

His voice chuckles. “Ndon't need. You just call my name is also not a problem, so it sounds familiar.”

In my heart I can only smile. I held my arms to his waist. Dhanisa is not his name if only silent and not bring. After a few minutes of travel he also did not stop asking just to invite me to chat as well as with me, and I think we are very suitable. Suitable for exchanging stories.

On the streets people who cross paths see me. Maybe they were so excited to see the blood flowing from my forehead, or maybe they thought I was the victim of violence from the man who was piggybacking on me right now. If I screamed that it could be yes, they would come and beat up the man I'm hugging right now. I chuckle in my heart.

“Ehemm, do you remember my name? We've previously met you know in Gramedia at that time.”

He seemed to be moving his head slowly. “Iya.”

“Who tried?”

“Can you?” He asked back to make sure.

I smiled with anxiety. “Iya.”

“Whose am I?” tanyakanya.

You are my angel from heaven sent by the Lord today, I murmured in my heart, shouting with anxiety.

I don't know about what's going on with me right now. Before leaving I almost got a slap from Abang Azzam. Uh, but he's just peeping my forehead. He's a weird husband! Then my head had to be hit by a damn thing that didn't know who threw it. If I knew the guy I'd throw him with bricks. And this last one was in accordance with my dream of being able to meet again with him, and it turned out that God heard my words. Maybe I kept silent for a long time, to the point that he was shaking my hand that was attached to his waist.

“You okay in the back? Not faint of blood?”

Feeling that something shook my hand, I immediately blinked and stuttered while answering, “Ng.

The motor has turned into the yard of the house. He stripped his helmet off the rearview mirror. My eyes looked around to see the situation. The house is not too big maybe it can be said fit to live in by the nuclear family. I don't know how many brothers he is either. The house is joined by a boutique shop. Whether it was his business, or his parents' business. I don't know exactly. A woman appeared from the direction of the boutique I had just observed. The woman was wearing syar’i clothes, from her face it appears that she is calm, gentle and loving woman. His face was pure white similar to this guy beside me.

“Hanan, who?” The woman's hand pointed towards me.

I made a friendly smile. Greeting while shaking hands.

“Kak knows me Dhanisa.”

“Halo, I'm Sarah.”

The eyes of the woman named Sarah were trailing towards Hanan. They both cast their eyes. Hanan changed his position a few steps at a time to get closer to Sarah. He spoke near his ear. I frowned, trying to eavesdrop but to no avail only hissing sounds were heard. After that, Sarah threw another smile at me.

“You look out for ya? Brother does not like you to be a playboy guy, a guy who likes to spread charm,” his brother's voice mengedumel slowly.

A playboy? I murmured in my heart. Did he ever bring a girl before? And she has a boyfriend?

Brother Sarah embraces my shoulder, her bearing familiar and unpretentious.

“Come baby go inside. Geez, that wound must be treated immediately. So as not to infection.”

I smiled briefly, plus an awkward feeling. “Iya, Brother.”

While we were both walking ahead, Hanan was tailing behind. Arrive inside the house. Brother Sarah took a moment to call the medicine box and anti-septic liquid to clean my wounds.

Seeing Brother Sarah go. I pat Hanan on the shoulder to ask about the woman.

“That was really your sister? Or brothers’an? Or wife kali?”

He throws a smile, “That's my real brother. Big brother I told you about last time on the road.”

“Ouh,” I said while nodding.

“Then I stay in the kitchen for a while. Preparing drinks.”

Just a few seconds Hanan got up from his chair. Sister Sarah came with her stash of medical supplies. Some white bandages, betadin, anti-septic liquid has been out scattered from the P3K box. I frowned slightly as Brother Sarah's hand landed on my face. He very carefully cleaned my wounds using a cotton swab that had been given anti-septic liquid to avoid infection. Nevertheless I still grimaced with the pain of this wound.

The atmosphere is silent and silent. Since there was no chat that lasted a few minutes I finally opened the conversation.

“Kak, Hanan is Brother Sarah's sister, yes?”

“Iya,” sahutnya with his hands are still busy bandaging wounds on the forehead with bandages.

“Tadi, Hanan said big brother ngobatin people, but it was first. Why didn't you continue your career as a doctor?”

Brother Sarah suddenly stopped her activity, she was silent for a moment. “This is related to the incident that Brother experienced first. But Sister can't tell you.”

“Iya Kak, sorry if my question slightly disturbed the incident of Brother in the past.”

Brother Sarah smiled bitterly. “Iya, it's okay.” Brother Sarah grabbed a small scissor in the box to cut off some of the bandage cloth used to seal the wound on my forehead. “This update is done, do not forget to change the bandage yes.”

“Iya Kak, thank you Kak.”

“Where was the story you got that wound, Dhanisa?” ask Brother Sarah, while busy cleaning and tidying up the equipment used.

“Tadi me ...”

I paused for a moment, not continuing the sentence I wanted to say. My mouth was held down for a moment. How can I not just remember something. Holy hooch! What was Fey's fate? Is his fate like mine? Or maybe he has been trampled by the masses there? I'm ingrained. Strange thoughts began to fill my head about Fey's current state.

I reached into my bag to find a cell phone and called Fey. My hand pressed the phone screen a few times but it never lit. Must have exhausted the battery. Unknowingly I patted my head. To make me scream in pain myself.

“Dhanisa, why? Why panic?” ask Sarah with a confused look.

“So I can pinjem mobile sister for a moment?”

“Bby.” Sarah's sister gave her cell phone. “This, please.”

Tut...

Fey's voice was across there.

📞Dhanisa

Fey, it's me Nisa. You're well-advanced?

📞Fayzulen

Nisa, where are you going? I panicked to find you know. The phone is also inactive.

There was a worried Fey voice on the other end of his phone.

📞Dhanisa

Fey, I'm fine. You how?

📞Fayzulen

I was good too and now I'm home. Last time, I had time to go to your house, make nanyain you have gone home or not.

My eyes were wide open when I found out that Fey had been to his house, afraid that he would come face to face with Abang Azzam.

📞Dhanisa

Fey, who did you meet at home?

📞Fayzulen

Your aunt.

The aunt that Fey meant, must be Umi, I muttered.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought he was going to meet Brother Azzam. Mercifully.

📞Dhanisa

📞Fayzulen

You hunt home. I'm sure your aunt must be worried. Where are you really now?

📞Dhanisa

I'm at Hanan's house. The man who helped me when the protest action ended violently. I used to be Fey, I minjam his phone Sister Sarah. Bye

📞Fayzulen

Ja. Adios.

Tut .. tut ...

“Diminum first the juice,” bargain Hanan who just appeared from behind.

I looked towards Hanan.

“I think I should go back now. My family is worried about waiting.”

“I take ya,” bargain Hanan.

I forced a smile. “No need, you and Brother Sarah have helped me a lot. I'll ride grab aja.”

Earlier I returned the phone belonging to Sister Sarah. “Kak, thanks.”

“You are sure, if not let Hanan go to home.”

Again I refuse.

“Bener Sis, it's okay,” said I'm full of confidence. “Then I go home first Hanan, Brother Sarah. Thank you very much. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Ya already if so, I order his grab yes.”

Hanan was tailing behind me to make sure I was okay.

***

Time has shown at 5pm.

The sun drowned itself in its resting place. The tail of its colored light gives rise to a tinge of orange looks so graceful.

At home Umi is still sitting in front of the terrace by continuing to look at the street waiting for Nisa to return home. His feeling is so agitated. Not long after a motor stopped right in front of the gate, saw it was Nisa. Umi got up and approached him.

“Yes Allah, Nisa. You're making Umi worried. There was a friend of yours here, telling you that you were lost among the crowd that protested.”

I hugged Umi tightly. His attitude made me feel bad for worrying too much about me.

“Nisa is okay, Umi. Thank God congratulations.”

“That's her forehead bandaged so, Nisa said it's okay?”

I hold my forehead. “Oh this, it seemed to have been hit by a stone throw when Nisa was still in the middle of the mass action. But Umi calm down already been done kok.”

“Umi, Brother where?” I glanced into the house.

“Tadi exit with H. Ustman, he said he asked for help to be made submission of such a proposal. Umi is also less tau.”

I nodded in understanding.

I looked at my sleeves that were still sticking to the bloodstains, I decided to clean myself up immediately.

“Umi, Nisa enter first yes, want to take a shower.”

Umi sighed slowly, then nodded.

I quickly accelerated my steps into the house. The body feels sticky due to being filled with sweat.

In the room, I threw my body on the bed. Breathing deeply with eyes closed. My body tried to relax, calm my mind. Not long after that came the sound of people saying greetings from outside. I believe that's the voice of Azzam's brother who just came home. I'm fucking going into the bathroom, before she sees me here and asks me all kinds of questions.

I grimaced a bit as the water began to splash on my head and down to other parts of my body. I'm sure this must have been the effect of the scar. I turned my hand slightly to look at the elbow that also felt sore. I didn't realize that my elbow was also injured and still bruised as well as the bluish-purple palm. Coupled with cold water makes the skin pores like barely able to absorb the natural water.

Fifteen minutes later ...

The wound plaster I put on my elbow. Now I was seriously staring at my forehead in front of the mirror, trying to put the bandage back according to Sister Sarah's advice. But my right elbow felt so painful it was hard to bend.

“Sini let Brother help.” The voice always appears suddenly.

His hand grabbed the bandage that was in my grasp. Throughout the process, I kept staring at his face. Not one bit out of my sight. It was like I was holding my breath. For some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of admiration in me for this man. I can't understand the meaning of awe that appears suddenly.

“Already,” he said.

I blinked my eyes, trying to throw away that vague feeling.

"Why is this so?"

I'm sighing.

"Abang Nisa cape, tomorrow only Nisa explained."

I then moved towards the bed. But Abang Azzam held my body by holding the injured hand earlier, making me grimace a little to hold the wound on me.

“You Want to buy medicine?”

I'm shaking. “No need.”

He released his hand.

I walked back to the bed, and sat down in front of the bed. My hand reached for the digital camera that lay on the nightstand. I cleaned the camera I was using. My lens head is inflatable-blown to repel the dust sticking. Occasionally try to turn on the camera and shoot objects in the room, to check the state of the lens.

CKREEKK

The typical sound of the camera indicates that the camera has succeeded in capturing an object in front of it. I'm still lucky because this digital camera can still turn on and shoot objects well. Although there was a bit of disappointment because we did not have time to do an interview session with the sources, but at least we managed to document the protest actions.

My eyes followed Azzam's brother who was inching to lay his body on the bed. I heard her breathing like it was heavy. My head turned towards him. I remember what happened last afternoon.

I'm mendehem.

“Abang!”

He nodded, but his eyes looked up. I also looked up there was nothing, there was only a white painted ceiling.

“Abang was that afternoon, Brother was really angry and wanted to slap, Nisa?” I asked while twirling the ring that was coiled around my finger.

He turned his head, then got up and leaned his back on the bed.

“No, why?”

“But why is your brother's hand clenched so tightly and brother's holding an emotional breath?” ask again.

He sighed slowly.

“Oh that, Nisa don't get me wrong. At that time Abang saw a mosquito attached to Nisa's forehead. Brother wanted to hit him earlier, but not the heart.”

“Abang kills mosquitoes can't bear?”

He smiled thinly. “It doesn't have the heart to hit the mosquito. But do not bear if you have to hit the face of the wife Abang.”

I'm silent not commenting and wondering, he's actually telling the truth or lying anyway?

Geck... Gts ... Geck...

Assalamu'alaikum

I have heard the voice twice say hello while knocking on the door.

"Abang, it's no guest Brother time."

Brother Azzam woke up. Out to the living room. A few seconds later I walked into the living room.

"Excuse me Om, I just want Hanan to deliver this."

From a distance I saw him give me a small cream-colored wallet, I was very familiar with it.

I was closing my steps toward the front door.

"Hanan, do you know my house?"

She's grieving. "Hi Dhanisa, how are you feeling better?" As usual, he asked in a friendly tone. "I know your house through the address listed on the ID card that was left behind."

"God, is it true that my wallet was left in your house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who are you with?" I look out. I just saw a black car parked in front of the gate.

"I'm with Brother Sarah."

As he was chatting, I didn't even realize that Abang Azzam was paying attention to our familiarity with talking at the door.

"Abang, this is Hanan. The one who nolongin Nisa earlier when the masses were being rowdy."

He raised the corner of his lips, until a faint smile appeared. Azzam still remembered about this man, the man he met at the bookstore two days ago.

"Let's go in first" said Abang Azzam.

"Yes go in first yuk, take Brother Sarah too."

Hanan scratched his head, a mark unable to fulfill their request. "Oh, I don't think so at the moment. Sister Sarah has needs too. He wants to meet with his customers tonight" Hanan explained. "If you excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt her break, Nisa and Om too" he said politely. "Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

Seeing him pass into the car, Brother Azzam closed the door tightly.