The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 3. Showdown

Cold air is still smelling fresh, it looks also the road that was originally dry is still moist and wet due to the rain last night. Early in the morning people squirm started their activities at the beginning of this week. Likewise, one family that occupies a fairly large permanent house with green grass, shady trees and colorful flower plants look vibrant and beautiful.

I was still looking at myself in front of the mirror, making sure that my appearance was okay. Not to be missed, I sprayed perfume to smell. Now it's my turn to put the books neatly into the bag. The blue helmet located in the corner of the room did not escape my observation

“OK, now all is ready, cuss time!” morale say.

In a relaxed and carefree style I walked out towards the garage.

“Bu, Nisa departs!” I shouted farewell to my mother while getting ready to ride the motor matic.

“Eh, Nisa breakfast first!” I shouted, when I saw that I was on the bike.

“Later to Mom, at school!” reply immediately.

Now the blue full face helmet has covered my sweet face.

“Yes be careful on the road, you don't speed ya!” order me to buy some vegetables up front.

“Iya Ma'am. Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikumsalam”

With a happy and happy feeling that enveloped today, I immediately pounded the matic motor through the streets. With the main purpose of picking up Fey because early in the morning he called me to be picked up because his bike suddenly broke down.

After about fifteen minutes I had arrived in front of Fey's house in Gang Mangga No.5, the house looked big and luxurious. Fey was the second child of a convection businessman and Fey's mother was a doctor. No wonder with an established job, it will certainly make the rupiah coffers flow rapidly and easily.

“Nisa!” fey's voice called out as he waved at me.

“Fey Hunt!” my peek.

Fey immediately accelerated his pace. “You get off, here let me take it,” said Fey with his hands already holding the handlebar of the motor.

“OK,” my answer is short.

I sat there behind Fey. He swiftly pulled the gas lever of the motorbike and raced against other riders. I held tightly to Fey's waist from behind.

Fey acceleration on the new road stopped when our bike was hit by a red light. As the bike stopped, Fey was startled by the clap that landed on his shoulder, simultaneously Fey and I turned to the rider next door. A black Vixion motor driven by Azzam. Our teachers.

“Eh, Ustadz." Fey greeted politely when he found out next to his teacher.

“Be careful bring girls people,” Azzam's advice with eyes fixed on me while stinginging a smile. I reply so.

The eyes that looked at me were like they were no ordinary sight. His eyes are like talking. But I don't know exactly what that means. I, who was feeling a little uneasy, immediately turned my eyes in the other direction. The short chat on the highway ended up being cut off also by the green-lit red light. We were also preparing to go back through the streets.

From a distance some students walked in a hurry as a little more the school gate would close. Yeah, about a minute. I pinched Fey's waist, so as to bring the motor even faster, lest I be late just for picking her up earlier.

“Iya-iya calm, anyways we have been deket kok, yes it is impossible to be late,” said Fey confidently.

My matic motor has entered the school grounds. Fey parked the motor carefully and neatly among the other students' motors.

“This is the key.” His hand thrusts a motor key with a digital cutting acrylic hanger with a D-shaped scene along with a brown one. ”I actually made this simple for you last night, but I forgot to take it. So, yes I bring it now aja.” Fey's smile was so bright when he pulled the chocolate package.

I welcome Fey's gift. His left hand is now holding my hand. Now our hands are linked. “Thank you for last night's happiness."

I smiled knot. “I also thank you for entrusting that heart to me," I said rattlingly.

When compared with the garden that is enlivened with flowers, it seems our hearts are more vibrant and colorful today. We can't hide it from each other. A happy smile radiates and it seems clear the look of the face that continues to meet red like a tomato.

Dooorr ...

Jovan's clap surprised us from behind.

“Hey, congratulations yes!" Jo greets with 45 spirit. Then he walked two steps, until he was now standing right in front of us. "Don't forget the PJ!" his hands looked up, with his next eyebrow raised.

Linked alisku. "MJ?" I said it as if I didn't know what the word meant.

“Tax Anniversary, yes Nisa!” jovan is upset.

Kringh ...

The school bell was so loud, it cut off our chat in the parking lot. A boisterous voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the end of the school corridor. Who the hell early in the morning has made a scene.

Curious, I walked towards the corridor. There, several students were crowding. My tiny body crucified in among the other students. Exactly, now I'm standing in the front row. Eyes immediately rounded when seeing the incident in front of my eyes. Sadam and Ranggaspatih are fighting jotos.

Not knowing what was behind the two of them doing the commotion. What I clearly know is that Ranggaspatih is a man who often makes trouble at school. Exit BP has become a common sight for the man.

Not intermittent after that, Mr. Herwin's voice boomed. His serious face, his eyes glittering, his eyebrows were almost met with a bulging molar muscle, followed by his index finger pointing towards two boys who were fighting jotos, showing that Mr. Herwin was very angry and did not like the commotion created early in the morning.

“Hei! oi! What are you doing huh! Early in the morning, there's been a school fight!" reprimand Mr. Herwin with a fierce face.

Instantly the dispute ceased. None of them answered. I saw that Sadam was still holding his breath up and down while holding back his anger and emotions.

“Now you are also coming with Father! Others quickly enter the classroom, no more being outside!” his loud and loud voice, made the students shudder in horror and disperse themselves.

Mr. Herwin led Ranggaspatih and also Sadam into the room to ask for their explanation.

I was actually going to come to the room to find out what caused the emotions of the two to ignite. But my intention was to prevent it because I remembered that today there was a repetition of Mathematics with Ms. Lydia. If you are a little late. Finish already. We may be told to study outside.

I patted Fey's shoulder many times. “That Lydia's mother is out of the teacher's room, mendingan us back to the classroom later we find out about Sadam.”

Fey agreed to my decision. We walked quickly to the classroom on the second floor.

The graduation exam is only a few months away, no wonder the third-graders of Madrasah Aliyah seem busy with more intensive learning activities. Likewise, Ms. Lydia who now often gives us questions of simulating national exams, especially the subjects she uses, namely Mathematics. Just like today.

An hour has passed...

“Let's stay another three minutes, which you have to collect the answer sheet,” said Ms. Lydia while tidying up the two-inch stack of paper on the front desk.

Today there are four subjects. One of the subjects Azzam taught. Precisely the second lesson hour after the Math lesson. I took a deep breath. Relieved the sense of Math exam in seconds will be over and enough to make the students dizzy seven roving.

Fey poked my back from behind. “Nisa, what was the exam about you?”

“Hmm, about twenty-five numbers, you Fey?” I replied slowly, so as not to be reprimanded with Ms. Lydia who was still sitting in front.

Fey tapped a pen on his eel, well he said to minimize the pain that suddenly hit his head after answering the math problem earlier.

“Ouch! I think it's fifteen numbers deh,” whispered.

“What is only fifteen?” I said not sure.

“Yee, I don't know, if I'm weak in Mathematics, not like you can exact fields,” complained Fey with his tangled face.

I took a long breath. “Each of them learned dong with Sadam, do not ngandelin people doang,” teaseku. “Eh, by the way Sadam how are you? why has it been an hour of lessons he also has not returned to class.”

Fey shrugged both of his shoulders quickly. "I don't know, maybe still introgated," he replied busily cramming the book into the bag. "Eh, yes. Jihan Tumben today no news?” Fey paused his activities when he found out that Jihan had not revealed her nose.

I'm shaking. “Entah, the obvious choice is now only two, between her being sick or late,” I said guessing.

Tok.dok...

Long live. Only after we talked about it did he appear from behind door 12-A and step in to meet Bu Lydia in front.

“Excuse me Mom,” said Jihan by showing a look of anxious face to face the famous Bu Lydia firm and disciplined.

“Why are you late, what time is it?” ask Lydia's mom while she's traveling to Jihan. Jihan just put up a resigned face and weld, while the head still continues to bow.

“Sorry Mom, it was in the middle of the road my motorcycle tire broke.”

“Why until an hour late?” ms. Lydia asked again as if she was not satisfied with Jihan's answer.

“I have to wait for my Brother to pick up and deliver to school. So, I'm late Mom."

“Please after this you are facing me in the teacher room for the exam yes!” We're dumbfounded, Jihan's lucky. It's not unusual for Ms. Lydia to behave like that. I guess he'll punish Jihan by making 20-sentence statements. But maybe the reason Jihan is quite logical, and able to accept Bu Lydia, so she understood.