The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 34. That Conversation

Fey clucked because Jovan instead gave his number to Requeensha, the transfer boy who always keeps stalking him these four days. Even worse, he made trouble with Dhanisa. Fey said he already has a girlfriend. But a girl named Requeensha still insistent on bombarding herself to accept her as a boyfriend.

“Crazy! That girl is totally crazy!” decak Fey while pounding a small pebble in front of him.

Fey walked in with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her school uniform pants. Fey's steps slowed down, then stopped at the mouth of the parking lot. His gaze was fixed on the two figures standing by the roadside in front of the gate one of whom was seen as Dhanisa and the other was a tall man wearing a cream-colored jacket. Fey also saw in Dhanisa's hand carrying a bouquet of flowers.

Fey's tail was unceasingly watching Dhanisa. He was now smiling faintly, at the person he was talking to. They were talking and smiling. Fey felt his chest feel hot. He then ran to retrieve his motorbike which was still parked in the school parking lot. He moved quickly, put on a helmet, then turned on the motor stater. Right in front of the gate Fey turned off the engine in order to eavesdrop on a bit of their conversation.

“How do you like the shipping?” the man said slowly.

I'm mangosteen. “Like. Just not read until it's done.”

“Sgratitude.” She smiles. “Sorry, because I can't deliver the book directly. Yesterday, I was busy with my college work. Coincidentally that night, I met with your Om at the Thanksgiving event at home so I just tipped with him.”

“Before that night Brother Azzam also attended the thanksgiving of his friend. What friend Abang Azzam meant Brother Sarah, yes Han?”

“Abang Azzam who?”

“Abang Azzam it, the man who was with me at that time. He's my cousin's brother.”

“Oh, my goodness. So his name is Azzam.” He chuckled while shaking. “For what you said earlier whether Brother Sarah with Om azzam was victorious, yes it could be. I don't know exactly either, Nisa."

“Oh yes to book problems, tumben you send books everything to me?” I said rickety.

The man had his hair blown by the wind. “Ahm, no. I remember a time in Gramedia yesterday it turns out you also like and hobby reading literature. That's why I bought you a literary masterpiece, a novel like that.”

I smiled sweetly, then nodded.

He looked to look around, finding the crowd of students one by one going out from the school gate. “Oh, yes learning activities already spent? Now you want to go home.”

“Iya,” reply I nodded.

“Then go home with me, how?” He offered himself.

Fey who was still eavesdropping on their chatter near the gate was hot and furious. He would not allow Dhanisa to go home with the man. Finally Fey restarted his motor starter to approach the two of them.

Fey parked his bike to the side of the highway. Fey's eyes were endlessly watching the man standing with Dhanisa. Fey's sharp eyes hinted that he did not like the man who was with Dhanisa.

Fey dehem. “Nis... who?” Fey pointed at the man next to him.

“He's the guy I told you about.”

“Hanan?” ask Fey to make sure.

“Iya.”

Hanan raised his hand to shake his hand.

“Hanan.” His hands hang in the air.

Fey greeted him lazily. “Fayzulen.”

Fey's eyes were now trailing to the bouquet Dhanisa was holding. “Nis, after she gave the book to you, did she also give flowers again?” asked Fey probing with a spot of dislike.

I laugh. “This is not from Hanan. It's from Bu Lydia to Ustadz Azzam.”

Thankfully, Fey muttered in relief.

“Bome with me yuk!” without excuse Fey pulled my hand up to get on his bike.

I followed Fey's wishes, and I was about to put a helmet on my head. Brother Azzam's car had pulled over closer towards the three of us. I let out a heavy sigh, then patted my forehead repeatedly. I'm really very stupid. Not that this morning I have agreed to ask Abang Azzam to go home together. Why I forgot and now I want to go home with Fey.

Azzam's brother came out from behind his wheel. From the look on his face he looked confused to see us gathered here. The tail of his eyes alternately glanced at Fey then at Hanan.

The two of them who realized it then grabbed the hand of Brother Azzam, asking him to shake hands.

“Assalamu’alaikum Om,” greet Hanan.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Ustadz,” greet Fey.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warramatullah.

While I on the other hand could only duck in fear.

“Dhanisa?” Call Bang Azzam.

I raised my head when my name was mentioned. Before he spoke and asked the others, I had to cut the sentence first.

I gave a big grin, when I met the eyes of Abang Azzam.

“Abang? Upss I mean Ustadz.” I patted my mouth slowly, especially at school I should call him Ustadz no matter how he was my teacher. So I have to act like a teacher with students who maintain good manners. “Ustadz, want to take you home together?” I am full of certainty.

“Iya. Come!” bring Azzam.

“He-he Yes.” I took off the helmet that had been attached to the head dramatically.

“Where are you going with Fayzulen?” Brother Azam asked with a slight whisper towards my ear. His eyes then glanced at Fey, and the last one was dropped back to my face.

I looked towards Hanan who had also invited me to go home together. Now he is just a spectator here.

I squeezed my fingers hard.

“Ta..tadi plan ...” My sentence is not finished but someone has come again.

“Hay Fey's. Come home with us!” Requeensha suddenly came and directly held Fey's hand.

I rolled a lazy eyeball. Why else would the water fleas come here! I'm inward, furious. Now I pin the title of water flea on the itchy girl, Requeensha because she got my shirt wet from the spillage while in the canteen.

I pretended not to see, as Requeensha glared at me.

“You did come here, didn't I invite you home with.” Fey let go of Requeensha's hand grip violently.

“But we said yes to me." Requeensha. "This is the proof.” Requeensha shows the contents of her WhatsApp chat to Fey.

Fey took a deep breath and his teeth twitched. This must be the work of the two cursed creatures. Awasss yes I will make a fight between the two of them, furious Fey with two friends.

I snorted as bad as hell.

“Hanan, thanks for the offer to go home together. But I promised to go home with Ustadz Azzam.”

Hanan just nodded. In her real heart she was confused about the drama she was watching at the moment.

“Abang, let's go home!” take me without looking back at Fey.

All the way I just kept staring at the road ahead. The feeling of being annoyed with Fey and Requeensha the water flea, still filled my head. Unknowingly my hand squeezed the flower that Bu Lydia gave to Abang Azzam.

“Nisa?” reprimanded Abang Azzam when he realized I had only a sour face.

“Hmm”

My breath roars irregularly.

“Nisa is angry?”

“Ngak.”

“Thus it's an innocent flower why should it be damaged so?” azzam asked, tailing at the flower that had begun to crumble in my hand.

I moved the flower to the dashboard of the car, before it got crushed in my hand.

“That's a flower from Bu Lydia to Brother. Said an apology!”

“Sorry?” Azzam's brother frowned.

“Abang, if you want to ask Ms Lydia to apologize what problem? Until the apocalypse Nisa will never be able to answer, because only Abang Azzam and Bu Lydia are the ones who know each other's feelings. Nisa, don't interfere. Even Nisa doesn't know what you two have!”

Azzam played a simple brain recording of what happened when Ms. Lydia expressed her feelings for him. However, Azzam could not accept the expression of feelings expressed by Ms. Lydia. Azzam thinks maybe that's what Bu Lydia's apology is trying to convey.

“Nisa?” call Azzam again.

“Why? Did you get the answer?”

“Nisa is jealous if you see Fayzulen, close to Nisa's girlfriend who was?” Azzam threw in another answer.

I cringe. Since when did that shitty water flea become my friend.

I just kept quiet, I don't think that question was important for me to answer.

“Why not answered?” azzam said when he never heard the answer from his interlocutor.

“Abang, indeed brother has no other question what?”

Azzam sighed and changed his seat slightly with his hands still holding the steering wheel. Signs he's uncomfortable to talk about it further.

“Entah why inward brother said that Nisa keeps a taste with Nisa's male classmate. Did Nisa have a special relationship with Fayzulen?” Actually, Azzam's heart hurt a little when he said that. It is difficult and painful when one loves without being loved.

I was immediately stifled when I heard the sentence that Abang Azzam had said just now. Did Abang Azzam feel like I was doing that.

I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty. “Ng. It's just a feeling brother aja time,” kilahku.

“Yes. Hopefully Brother's feelings are wrong,” replies trying to sow yourself.

“Nisa?”

“Hmm” reply short.

“Now what if the situation is brotherback.”

I turned a puffed-up eyeball towards him.

"Otherwise it's behind. Never make Nisa add puyeng.”

“What if you have a relationship with another woman? Without your wife knowing. Is Nisa going to be jealous?”

Who wouldn't be jealous if a man was in a relationship with another woman. I feel not only jealous but even hurt. If I were a cheating woman, I would ask for a divorce. I answered in my heart.

I haven't discussed the question yet.

“Nisa?” he woke up my daydream.

I was heavy. And had to admit. “Yes, Nisa jealous.”

“So what will Nisa do after that?”

“Ihh brother why must Nisa anyway!” I said grumbling in annoyance.

“No. Brother only asked for Nisa's opinion and views as a woman. Usually women are always sensitive when talking about the third person.”

“Why? Want to get married again? to the point!” chirping.

“Why does Nisa think so?”

“Ya out, where else try the direction of the conversation except to it!” reply growled.

Azzam smiled briefly.

“If you choose to marry again how? What does Nisa allow?” god Azzam, he really wanted to know how Dhanisa's reaction.

My eyes that had been staring forward, I immediately turned on the face of Azzam who was sitting at the side.

“Tuh right, already Nisa guessed.” I crossed both hands in front of my chest. “All men are the same, most doang sweet promise sale. If you get tired of looking for something else. He is not a girlfriend or he is married. All the same.” I mengedumel myself in the car.

Azzam. He was happy to see his wife jealous.

“So how?” azzam asked back, asking Dhanisa's opinion.

“What? Marry again? Yes already there if you want to marry again,” reply me with a grim facial expression.

My breathing was really congested hearing Abang Azzam's question. Is he gonna do that? Ah, it's impossible. Azzam's brother was a kind and heartless man, he would not have the heart to hurt women.

My hands I throw you off the direction of disposing of that thought. Maybe what I was thinking was wrong.

I don't think this is just a normal question. Abang Azzam may have the desire to remarry with another woman. I also realized that maybe he asked that because Brother Azzam never felt happy living with me. For all this time I have not served him too much as a wife serves her husband wholeheartedly. Even if I forbid him to marry again I can be checked matt by using the postulate and hadithnya.

Islam does not prohibit men from having more than one wife. As long as he can be fair to his wives.

Suddenly my joints weakened. My chest feels squeezed. There will never be a woman who wants to be combined, unless there is indeed a reason that woman really wants to be combined.

I opened my voice.

“If you really want to marry again, one request Nisa,” my voice began to vibrate.

Azzam looked over for a moment. “What?”

I'm mendehem. Trying to neutralize, hiding my trembling voice.

“Before Nisa sees Abang remarrying, make sure you have divorced Nisa.”

After I said that sentence, I immediately threw my face to the side of the car glass.

Opening the windshield and leaving my face in the wind. Without feeling and can not be dammed again my tears fell quickly across my cheeks that are still in the wind.

Azzam occasionally turned his head while holding the steering wheel. He watched his wife who kept wiping her cheeks. Azzam who was worried finally chose to pull over his vehicle.

“Nisa?” His hand landed quietly on my shoulder. I hope that movement doesn't surprise me.

My right hand brushed away the hand of Abang Azzam.

Azzam was shocked by Dhanisa's arrogant reaction, just now he immediately brushed off his hand. This time he turned off the roar of the car engine. He wanted to speak more intensely.

“Nisa, see Brother!” her door.

I looked out the car window and wiped my face.

“Nisa, crying? A... Brother apologized. Not that Abang wants to hurt Nisa," said Azzam a little regret.

“But I don't think I'm going to get married again. Quite in your life in making a sacred promise in lafadz ijab and qabul for your brother's current wife. Brother wants Nisa is the soul mate of a brother who will last until death picks up."

I held my breath tight. With eyes that were still slightly watery, I turned towards Abang Azzam. Presumably the sentence he just succeeded in making me melt. But I still got upset. I couldn't say anything more after that. Tongue whimpering.

Sayup-sayup heard the street buskers are singing songs with a pretty slick voice. Accompany drivers of cars or motorcycles that are stopping by. Not even those, the visitors who were relaxing enjoyed a bottle of drink sold on the side of the highway.