The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 28. Shirt Fittings

My eyes are still fixed looking at the mobile phone screen, reading the online novels that I managed to download. The story presented was quite interesting, making me feel at home reading it. Do not know why the tumben tonight my eyes are still fresh, there is no drowsiness approaching when it is 11 pm. I was thinking maybe this is the effect of the drug I just consumed.

The door to the room opened slowly. Azzam stepped inside towards the bed, calmly laying his body beside me. I just don't feel his presence because I'm still busy reading novels on my phone.

Azzam pulled his blanket deep, trying to close his eyes. I was still silent not flinching only my mouth was pouting when reading, sometimes I laughed when I found a funny scene. The novel I downloaded is a comedy. Azzam changed his sleeping position to face me right now.

“Why haven't you slept!?”

My body suddenly wriggled in shock as the sound of reprimand came. I stroked the chest. It almost made me die young! Fortunately I don't have heart disease.

He's so uncomfortable seeing me not yet buried his head in bed.

I glanced at him. “In the meantime, Brother. Love Nisa the new 10 minutes Nisa will sleep," I replied back staring at the mobile screen.

“Sleep early so that later you can pray tahajjud,” rebuke again.

I frowned while thinking, He who wants to wake up, why should I sleep earlier?

“Hmm... Kan Abang who wants to wake up to pray tahajjud not Nisa, so Abang go to bed first.”

“No...no..no...” Azzam wiggled his index finger to the left and to the right quickly. “Abang will later Nisa participate in tahajjud prayer with Abang,” the door with a soft tone.

I rolled my eyes at him, and said with a warming tone.

“Abang, if Nisa participated in tahajjud prayer with Abang because she was forced, later her intention would be other. What should be the intention of praying because of Allah, turned into the intention of praying because it was forced by Brother,” I said to give an excuse.

Azzam.

“No problem, Nisa. The beginning must be forced first, later in time will finally get used to waking up. And if you are used to it later intend in your heart to wake up praying tahajjud because Allah ta’ala. So, you don't think it's a problem if you force Nisa first to wake up praying with Brother later huh?"

Azzam paused for a while, then said again, "But, one thing Nisa must remember, do not let Nisa tired of waking up in the third of the night and grumbling for holding a cat, but, only because my brother is forced to participate in the tahajjud prayer. So try to give your heart to do it because of Allah,” he said while lips spread a smile.

Hooaamm!

Suddenly my drowsiness came when I heard his short talk.

“Ihh! Okay, 10 minutes to go! After that Nisa just slept!” reply grumbling.

I continued to read but my eyes were trailing slightly towards Azzam. I feel uneasy and uneasy because he hasn't changed his position. He was still so intense looking at me. What was not his knowledge he stared as he threw a thin smile from his lips.

I don't know what she's thinking, or if she's imagining? Don't know if he wants to prank me? I don't know. What is clear is that I now feel awkward and misbehaved if he continues to do so. I removed the phone from my eyes for a moment and turned to him.

“Abang, why haven't you slept too?”

“Abang wait Nisa.”

Hearing his sentence I scratched my neck which was actually not itchy. Why would sleep have to wait for me? He can sleep alone! Eyes, eyes him! Aiihh, I don't know if there's just a weird attitude!

I then turned the eyeballs off guard, while slightly grumbling inwardly. Looks like I have to go to bed tonight before I die standing up because it is being watched by human-shaped CCTV. He said in two days he was going to Balikpapan for training. I think I want to tell him to quickly go there, so that no one is riweh, who always interferes with all my activities. The huft! At least I can breathe.

I breathed a heavy sigh, then put the phone on the nightstand.

“Yes, Nisa is sleeping! Huh!” I glanced at him and slammed my body on the bed.

Azzam smiled angrily when he saw his wife was sulking.

“Lamp turn off, baby,” the door again. Not only the tone softened but the word affection at the end made me all presumptuous.

“Aisshh!” I snarled while turning off the lights. I'm pretty sure he'll smile to win tonight.

***

The hot ball of the sun seemed to be unsatisfied stuck out its tongue to the earth, even though it was late afternoon but the heat was still radiating intensely. On the road the dust rolls because of the wind. The season is sometimes not always clear, sometimes the heat is still peaking but suddenly the rain breaks down. Evening sometimes lags day because of the heat, not long rain also falls.

Sarah Afsana, a 25-year-old single woman is very grateful to be given an ayu face and an ideal body. He always tried to maintain his honor by wearing clothes that SYar’i that can cover the curves of his body. Many friends are always praised for the woman's elegance and motherly nature. But apparently fate is not as beautiful as it looks. At a ripe age for marriage, she has not been able to open her heart to other men who come closer. A little bit of the past story still continues to float in his mind. This time he wanted to be careful, not wanting to fall into the same hole for the second time.

In front of a large mirror, Sarah smiled showing her neatly arranged teeth without a riot, what a beautiful creation of God. That is what Sarah is grateful for. He seemed to be trying one of the collections of his designs, he smiled with satisfaction. Indeed Sarah often busy herself with the work of designing various designs of clothes, both to add to her collection of Muslim clothing and various models of dresses including party dresses, wedding dresses.

Sarah kept the dress and headed back to her desk again continuing her sketch of the design that had not been stretched. The next few days it looks like he has to overtime and work extra because he sees a lot of orders coming in.

“Welcome to Sarah. Can I help you?” Aunty Arini's slashing voice sounded from the end of the door. “Eh, this is not Mas who has been to the boutique with Umi, huh?”

Azzam. "Yes, right."

"Can you help me, Mom?"

“We are here to discuss about wedding dress fittings for.... " It is not finished Azzam said Aunt Arini had attacked.

Arini's eyes glanced at the woman trailing behind Azzam.

“This is the candidate, Mas. Wow beautiful sakali,” said Aunt Arini praised.

Azzam laughed softly.

“Oh, no. She's my sister."

Although Azzam was the youngest. Presumably the stereotype of spoiled children is not inherent in Azzam. He grew up with the obedience of responsibility as a child to demand him to be a more mature person. As the youngest child, he always had the opportunity to witness the failure and success of his brothers so that he could learn a lot from people who were older and more mature than him.

Aunt Arini smothered her mouth. “Yeah, I think Mas's wife you know,” said Aunt Arini while patting spoiled Azzam's shoulder.

Azzam felt a little uneasy just replying to him with a faint smile. While Brother Soraya seemed to throw an amused smile at the expression of his sister.

Tells about Aunt Arini indeed sometimes she can not control her attitude if she has met with male customers, understandably it has been three years widowed. So maybe he wanted to cheer up a little bit of himself who was still living on his own. Yes, by trying to get along with the men he met. That means who knows if there is one, it's good. So later he can make his love story about the widow's soul mate in Sarah's boutique. Ha-ha-ha.

“Halo, introduce me Soraya,” Brother Soraya thrusts a hand, introduce yourself.

“Halo also Mbak. I'm Arini. Manager Sarah,” reply Aunt Arini apparently admitted manager Sarah, even though she was only a month asked to help Sarah in her boutique. The huft!

“Oh, yes-yes,” says Brother Soraya. “Before I have contacted her name Sarah, and made an appointment with her to discuss the plans for the wedding dress to be ordered.”

“Emm, Sarah huh? I will call you inside first. While waiting the Mbaknya can look around our gallery first. There are many new products, who knows the Mbaknya interested.”

“Iya, I try to look around first.”

“I stay a while ya." Aunt Arini pamit.

Aunt Arini disappeared briefly into Sarah's workspace to ask her to meet the customer in front.

“Sarah,” call Aunt Arini.

“Hmm”

His hands were still busy sketching the designs of his clothes.

“There are customers in front.”

“Not that Sarah has entrusted everything with aunt, aunt must have understood and know the tastes of our consumers,” he said still staring at the sketch paper without turning to Aunt Arini.

Aunt Arini sizzles.

“This other.”

He walked over to Sarah's desk.

“In front there is a woman whose name is Soraya, the older sister of Mas who had come here yesterday, the Mas Azzam. She said she wanted to ask about her wedding dress. He has also made an appointment with you he said.”

Sarah jerks. He recalled that about a week ago there was a woman named Soraya called him, he asked to make a wedding dress.

“Oh so. Sarah is out soon.”

Sarah put away a job for a while to meet the customer. Aunt Arini came out of the room with Sarah behind her. Sarah finds Azzam standing near the cashier. While he was still searching around for which one was named Soraya, of course he did not know because they had never met before.

Azzam was still there. Sarah went to him.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas,” said with a smile.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Azzam said, then turned to the voice that greeted him. “Eh, Sarah.”

“Mas, come with Umi?”

“No, I'm here with my sister. That's there.” Azzam pointed at the female figure. Sarah's eyes followed Azzam's index. He caught the figure of a hijab woman standing while looking at some of the dresses displayed on each side of the store. From a distance Sarah saw her appearance so feminine and polite.

“Soraya's brother,” Azzam's voice calls his biological brother. “This is Sarah,” Azzam introduced her college best friend.

Brother Soraya turned her head while commenting on the smile, then stepped closer to the two of them.

“Salam knows Mbak, I'm Sarah.” Sarah shook Soraya's hand.

“Soraya,” reply.

“Oh, this Mbak who yesterday contacted me yes.”

Brother Soraya nodded. “Iya.”

“Then Sister Soraya, Mas Azzam let's sit first.”

Sarah took them to sit on a sofa chair that was available near the cashier which was slightly given a divider.

“Begini, yesterday I asked to order a wedding dress to Sister Sarah. This is actually Umi's advice, but I am sure that the design of Ma'am Sarah's hand design will not disappoint. That's why I entrust with Sister Sarah to design it.”

“Yups is exactly right, Ma'am would not go wrong entrusting us to create the dream wedding dress of Mbak Soraya!” serobot Aunty Arini who immediately sat next to Sarah without being asked. It's like he took power. Sarah admits Aunt Arini is good at promotion.

Sarah just commented on the bitter smile of seeing this one's tantalizing attitude. “Oh yes, Sister Soraya. Thank God that Mbak is confident in the results of my design,” he said in a friendly tone.

“So, what design does Mbak Soraya want?” Sarah begins the discussion. “Oh or not I have several collections of designs that have been so, who knows one of them is there that makes the heart of Soraya's mother captivated. A minute yes.”

Sarah's eyes went around looking for someone. “Vin, Vina! Here a minute Vin!”

Vina came over to Sarah who called her. “Iya. Why, Ma'am?”

“Please get my IPad on the table, yes.”

“Sarah's sister, Hanan left first, yes!” hanan shouted from a distance, with the position already riding a motorbike.

“Hanan, where are you going?” ask Sarah

It seemed that Sarah's small voice was not heard by Hanan, because there was no reply from her sister. Sarah wants to call him back but it doesn't feel good to yell from inside while in front of him there is a customer.

“I excuse me for a minute.”

“Hanan! You can cover here and there but also pay attention to the situation, huh?! Do not let events like yesterday repeat again.” Sarah's voice was heard advising Hanan.

“Iya Brother, safe. Hanan left first. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

Along with the roar of Hanan's vehicle engine that was always away from the yard. Sarah re-enters to serve the customers who have been waiting for her.

“Ouch! Sorry yes, I was staying for a while,” Sarah's tone is not good.

“That's who, Sarah?” ask Azzam.

“That's my sister, Mas. Si Hanan.”

Hanan's? Hanan ... Azzam tried to neutralize the name once flashed by his eardrums.

“The plan needs to always be advised because it does not want to be silent because it is busy looking for news to fill its reporting editor. It was his idea to supplement his income while in college, he said.”

“Good dong then, he learned to be independent,” said Kak Soraya.

“Iya Ma'am. I'm just worried because a few days ago he came here carrying a woman in a state of injury due to being hit by a stone throw while covering also.”

“Oh so.” Brother Soraya nodded. “Iya anyway indeed such risks need to be minimized need to also look at the situation and conditions when covering the news.”

Azzam only listened to their conversation. There was a flurry of thoughts about the incident that happened to Nisa which also happened recently. But is the woman Sarah meant by Nisa, his wife? And Hanan, the man who had come to his house was his sister Sarah?

Azzam's daydream was instantly lost when Sarah asked him to swap sitting positions with her because there were some things Sarah wanted to explain related to her design with Soraya's sister.

“It's some design I offer.” Sarah's hand rolls over picture after image displayed on her Ipad screen

Not long ago Sis Soraya blew off the scroll of the iPad, like he had found a design that was right and in accordance with his wishes.

“I think this one is right for us.”

“Oh this one yes, Mbak.”

Sarah's eyes looked at the design that Soraya had chosen.

“Iya, because I want to equate the concept of wedding with her clothes.”

“Alright then.”

“When can we do the fitting of her wedding dress?” ask Soraya to make sure.

“Any day we are ready, as long as it is not Sunday because of the week indeed we do not open the service.”

"Then. I will contact my husband first. Once we get a good time, we'll be back here."

"Oh yeah, let's talk about how it's going?" continue Brother Soraya.

"If for that matter the ma'am can come with me. We're talking in the administration, "Aunte Arini cut. "How's Sarah?" ask Aunt Arini.

Sarah just bohriya while nodding steadily. "It's there!"

For payment and other administrative matters Sarah entrusts to her current tant, in fact everyone already holds a role and their respective parts. However, since the person holding the administrative role took a leave of absence, Sarah asked Aunt Arini for help.

After the two left, the room felt a little quiet and bland. Sarah does not know what topics must be raised to melt the atmosphere of criticism like this, as well as what Azzam felt. They are both equally angry.

"You .. "their voices go together.

"Ops, sorry please Mas first," said Sarah bowed her face, feeling bad.

"Ouh, it's okay Sarah please first who knows more important than I ask."

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you about Brother Soraya. When will Soraya's wedding be held?"

"More than two months away."

Sarah nodded.

"Thank God I as his sister was glad that Brother Soraya had found his soul mate, and would soon complete half of his religion."

Sarah nodded in understanding, then seemed to turn her gaze to another object in the room, then said, "Everyone wants to find the best soul mate, and indeed no one knows with whom he will mate, how much of his sustenance and where he would fetch his death. Talk about a mate, then talk about the pairs of life, not only couples in the world but also the afterlife. Then all cannot escape the power of God."

"For those who are married, of course, always pray that he is the eternal soul of the hereafter." Azzam also commented.

Sarah rubbed her face. "Eh, why is the direction of the conversation so here"

Azzam threw a faint smile. "Indeed, we were talking about Soraya's marriage."

"Oh, yes, I just remembered. We want to invite Mas and family to come later tonight to the prayer ceremony at home," said Sarah.

"I can't promise. But, I will try," said Azzam.

"Oh yes, thanks for the cooperation," the voice of Aunt Arini who just came out after taking care of the administration.

Azzam stood up when he saw Brother Soraya was about to go home.

"We're saying goodbye first, right? Thank you, for the continuation will be contacted again," said Kak Soyara.

They then left and left the boutique.