The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 30. Bad Occurrence

Umi and Abah still seem busy chatting in the family room whatever they are talking about. But when viewed from the look on their faces, they seemed to be discussing something serious, maybe it was related to the wedding of Kak Soraya. I decided to join them there.

I looked towards the kitchen. A woman wearing a negligee is still busy doing her job. The thought took me to step into the kitchen to see Soraya's activities. The scenery around the kitchen is enough to steal the attention of my senses. The dining room and kitchen seem spacious with some sleek design furniture. Even so, the sideboard and kitchen cabinet in this house is crowded with glass jars, container boxes, and bottles that contain various kinds of foodstuffs. There are some that appear to be affixed to the name label, some are left to remain in their original packaging and some are stored plain without any decoration. From the dining room and kitchen this looks like life.

How many pieces of chicken newly put Kak Soraya into the frying pan is still stirred. It seems that he will cook soy sauce chicken, hands Soraya so skillfully stir the chicken that has been blackish brown on the pan. But, many times also he was seen grimacing because his finger accidentally touched the hot frying pan.

Not long after that, he was like a satisfied smile when his tongue tasted the taste of the cuisine that was successfully created, at least better than yesterday. After making sure the dish was ripe, he turned off the stove and poured his homemade soy sauce chicken into a medium-sized bowl.

“Huft! Finished, continue the next menu,” murmured Kak Soraya.

I turned my head when I heard Brother Soraya muttering. “What else do you do, Brother?”

“You make corn pergedel.”

“Capek Yes Sis so housewife. His work, nyapu, mopping, cook, wash dishes, wash clothes, cook. That's just the one that gets raked every day.”

Brother Soraya flipped over, smiling.

“If we think so, it is true. How exhausting it to be a housewife with routine work in the house must be covered all. But instead of the reward given by God is also extraordinary. The best woman is obedient to the husband, fulfilling obligations as a wife and pleasing the husband. When a woman obeys her husband, her guarantee is heaven" Soraya's smile expands.

Soraya's sister resumed her cooking.

“Nisa, if at home how?” Soraya is back.

“How is it, Brother?”

“Nisa, said husband not when at home?”

“Hm” reply short.

“Why just answered hemm. Is Brother Azzam less impressive?”

The question of Brother Soraya that makes me recall the behavior of Abang Azzam that sucks. Not at home or at school. Much the same. Not breaking up pisses me off. What's more every day I never get away from seeing his face.

I snorted long.

“Impressive, Brother. Very impressive,” I replied with a grimacing smile.

“Nisa tau no,” said Kak Soraya while arranging food on the table. “Serving husband is worship, preparing food like this is a reward tree, washing husband's clothes is a charity piggy bank that continues to grow every day.”

My eyes were staring straight at every single thing that Kak Soaraya was doing. I remember most of those who did that were Azzam's brother.

“Kak?”

“Hmm.”

“If a lot of doing that is husband without being asked, it is not the fault of wife dong.”

Brother Soraya tightened her body, then pinched slowly on my waist.

"aww... " I grimaced.

“Hmm, why talk like that. Has Abang Azzam been a woman at home?”

I just grinned.

“Hay, hay kasianlah fate Brother.” Brother Soraya shook his head.

“Who said, Nisa helped a lot kok,” said I dodged, do not want to lose.

Brother Soraya patted my shoulder.

“Kakak was just kidding. Sister knows Nisa has grown up and understands about it.”

I nodded and looked the other way.

Suddenly the retina of my eye caught an object in the form of a chocolate-cylinder jar arranged on small table shelves. I shuffled up from the chair and headed there. For a long time I observed it, my hand was busy lifting and flipping through the jar, to cause a crackle sound caused from the package inside.

“This what Brother?” My eyes were still staring at the jar that was in hand.

“Mana?”

Soraya briefly stopped her activity of pouring mineral water into the glass, then turned to look at me who was still observing the contents of the jar.

“Oh, the Green Tea Latte.” Brother Soraya continued to pour water from the teapot. “Why? Nisa want?”

I thought for a moment. “Nak no, Brother?”

Brother Soraya's sniffing his chin.

“Try first. Who knows Nisa's tongue is appropriate,” bargain. “Sini Kakar teach how to mix it.”

For the next few minutes, Brother Soraya explained about the tea being concocted. I was also very enthusiastic to listen to him. After which, he added a little pudding on it, just finished.

“Nah, can try.” Soraya's sister poured the concoction tea earlier.

When I tried the Green Tea Latte made by Brother Soraya in the kitchen, I was choking cheerfully enjoying the taste.

“Wah, Brother I fell in love with sister's concoction tea,” I said praising.

“Actually the beginning who created the concoction was Abang Azzam.”

Uhuk!

The tea I sipped was like it was stuck in my throat. I puffed for a moment to relieve my throat. “Combine Brother Azzam?”

Brother Soraya nodded.

“He loves tea, so there are experiments he made using tea.”

“Oh, so,” I said flat.

“Nisa, under one jar of that tea,” the thrill. “Nisa, say make fall in love with tea concoction made by Brother Azzam.

Indeed, I often see him on the sidelines of rest at home making a kind of drink. But I don't know if this drink he made. I'm ingrained.

“Have nothing to think about. Take it,” refer to Brother Soraya.

“Gosh!” I said jumping in shock, after remembering something.

“Why!?” asked Soraya, more surprised. Brother Soraya's eyes looked down at the table like they were looking for something.

“Sister, Brother Azzam said tell Nisa to come home because she does not hold the house spare key.”

Brother Soraya stroked the chest.

“Astagfirullah Nisa, Brother think what's up!? You, ih.”

I was grinning wide.

“Kak, I have to go home now deh.”

“But how can you take Nisa home, the car is still carried by Abang Fikri,” said Kak Soraya, confused. “Oh, or do not bring Abang Fikri motor in front.”

“That's yes, Brother,” said while thinking. “Ya already Nisa brought Abang motor aja.”

I'm accelerating my way to the garage. My eyes turned around looking around. Where's motor? There is no vehicle here. Finally I chose to go back inside and approach Umi, who wanted to get out of her seat.

“Umi, Nisa want to go home, yes?” I said ask permission.

“Why is that fast? Don't eat first?”

“Abang Azzam tell Nisa not to take long because it does not bring a key, Umi.”

“Wait a minute,” Umi held me for a while, walking towards the kitchen. I vaguely heard Umi and Brother Soraya talking.

Not long after Umi and Sis Soraya came out together.

“Well, take it.” Umi is pouring rice.

Soraya is like that too. He's handing out a clear plastic bag. “This tea earlier, take it home.”

“Thank you, Umi, Kak.” My hand welcomed that. “Kata Kak Soraya in front there is an idle motor but Nisa clay does not tuh.”

Umi replied, “Motor was brought by Abah briefly.”

“Hemm, That's it Umi,” nadaku disappointed.

I reached into a small sling bag to pick up a cell phone.

“Kak, Nisa pesen ojek online aja.”

“Neatingly waiting for Abang Fikri or Abah to return home first, let it be delivered home.”

“Nevent gone, Brother. Ud lengthened dipesen this gojeknya.”

I decided to leave immediately after my online ojek order came to pick up.

“Waduh, it looks like it will rain heavily tonight.” I muttered to myself.

“Mbak, don't want to shelter first?” ask the bully.

“Next Sir. If you can hurry a little before the rain is as heavy as possible,” my door immediately.

“Aduh, I don't dare Ma'am, this drizzle all tight. The visibility is also not very clear.”

Not long after the rumbling sound from the sky was heard, flashes came alternately. The roar of lightning was the sound I was most afraid of right now. I hugged the driver's waist tightly. The motorbike continued to speed through the drizzle spots. Sometimes sometimes I hit the driver's shoulder so he can be faster in driving the bike. Over time puddles began to form on each side of the road. The motor can still run stably. My eyes began to ache when the raindrops that fell tightly. Highlight the light coming out of the motor light like being overwhelmed through the dense fog due to rain spots.

I panicked when the motor suddenly died.

“Why is the motor off, Sir?”

The driver stopped checking his motorbike.

“Yahh, it looks like the bus is dead, Ma'am. Forced I have to push the motor first to find the nearest workshop.”

“Ouch! How dong, sir. I had to find another vehicle, before the rain was as heavy as possible.”

“Sorry yes Ma'am, so hamper his journey,” said the driver, feeling guilty.

At first I wanted to grumble him. But after I looked at the driver ojol, it appeared from his line of face that he was no longer young. These nights he still continues to work to earn a living for his wife's child. I feel so sorry.

“It's okay, sir,” my tone persuaded. “This is the money.”

At first, the driver refused to accept the money I gave. He quibbled because he had not completed his duty to deliver passengers to their destination. But I kept persuading him to accept it sincerely because at least he had taken me more than half the way. A few miles away I got home.

The father of the online motorcycle taxi driver has gone to push the motorbike. I also continued my steps to immediately search for public transportation. My eyes turned around looking at the situation around. Slender. I walk while clucking bitterly because it has been about 15 minutes I walk yet there is also a public transportation that passes when my feet are very sore.

I looked up, then rubbed my head I felt like my body had started to get moist because of the drizzling drizzle from earlier.

I was heavy. “Ah, if you wait gini is not clear. Mending me order driver ojol again.”

Not long after the sound of a grinning motor approached me. The familiar sound of the motorbike was so noisy that it forced me to close my ears tightly.

“Hi Beautiful Miss, how alone would you like to transfer between?” the man's voice teased me.

I timidly turned my eyes towards him. The man got off the bike and approached. The lack of street lighting makes me unable to see clearly the face of the man. In my heart I believe this man is not a good man. I was so afraid that he would hurt me or do something indecent. The streets are completely deserted. I'm all scared.

“Who are you!? Please don't bother me,” my voice shakes in fear.

I faintly saw him smilingly raising his lips. He smiled wickedly.

“You do not fear Miss, I will take you to a comfortable place,” he said with footsteps continuing to approach me.

“STOP! DON'T COME NEAR!” pekikku, in the middle of the meeting drizzle the night.

The words I shouted did not seem to be ignored by the striped-nose man. His hands were trying to touch my arms.

“PLEASE! PLEASE!” I screamed with all my might to make my face turn red.

As much as possible I tried to rebel to let go of his hand. No less violent I bit his hands hard to make him grimace in pain. I managed to get him to give up on releasing the grip from my arm.

Without a second thought I immediately ran with all my might away from the man.

“Hei Miss! No matter how far you run, I will never let go!” He shouted in a threatening tone. The words that the man spoke scared me.

Heavy rain and thunder are still frivolous. My body shook violently from fear plus the cold rain. I pulled out the phone with my hands shaking, I looked for contacts to contact. My finger rolled the name of contact Fey. After finding it without hesitation I dialed up Fey's number and placed the object into the ear. First call failed. Fey's number is out of range. I'm sighing.

DUARRRR

The sound of lightning striking, I suddenly shouted loudly as both hands closed their ears tightly. The phone fell to the ground.

With the rest of the courage I reached back to the phone lying on the ground. Without waiting for long I looked for the contact of Abang Azzam, hoping that Abang Azzam would lift his connection.

“Abang lift dong! Nisa please!”

“Thanks Brother!!”

I cried sobbing, the rain made my body wet. There was no reply from Abang Azzam.

“Hey Miss, where are you!” the man's voice sounded again.

I don't want to give up. I kept trying to call Abang Azzam once again. If not also lifted, at this time I really resigned.

📞Azzam

“Assalamu’alaikum, Nisa.”

The sound of Abang Azzam's voice from across the street made me cry loudly along with the rumbling rain.

📞Dhanisa

“Abang! Brother please Nisa!”

“Abang please Nisa!”

📞Azzam

“Nisa? Nisa why?” abang Azzam's voice still seemed calm.

📞Dhanisa

“Abang help Nisa, there are evil men bothering Nisa!” my sobs can't stop.

📞Azzam

“Nisa! Brother doesn't like it when Nisa jokes excessively!”

I took a deep breath, then exhaled it.

📞Dhanisa

“A...Brother, Nisa really doesn't lie!” reply me with a choked voice resisting the overwhelming cold and fear.

The voice across from there started to panic.

📞Azzam

"Nisa? Nisa calm down, don't cry. Where is Nisa now? You go there now."

📞Dhanisa

"Nisa's on Flamboyant Street."

📞Azzam

"Don't go anywhere, Nisa wait for Brother, yes"

📞Dhanisa

"FATHER DON'T YOU ..."

The man took the cell phone from my hand and threw it into the street.

“Whose phone do you want? Huh!?” the man's voice was angry. The veins look monstrous and tense.

BRUUKK

“Awww..” I grimaced in pain as he slammed my body into the ground.

The man laughed. “Now you can't run anywhere anymore, Miss!”

I sat on the spot, my whole body feeling frozen. I can't say anything. I wanted to scream but my voice was over. I can only sob. The man brought his face closer to mine. My eyes blinked a few times holding back the rain drops on my face.

“You are so sweet, Miss!”

I cried sobbing.

“PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME! I BEG YOU,”, I pleaded with you to keep that man from touching my body.

“Sorry Miss this is my sustenance tonight which I cannot refuse.”

He shook both my arms. I kept thrashing asking to be released.

“PLEASE!” I shouted with a little voice that I was still able to let out.

The man laughed with all his heart.

“DIAM!” snapped it. “Free no one will be able to help you beautiful woman!”

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