The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 37. Disappeared

A breeze accompanied the return of the teachers after holding a weekly meeting. The roar of the motorbike and the sound of the car engine collide with each other in the parking area. While in the meeting room there were only a few teachers.

Azzam is seen in a four-eye discussion with Mr. Anshori, Head of the Foundation. Mr. Anshori slightly touched on the problem of preparing madrasa teachers for the departure of School Leadership Training and Education Management activities held in Balikpapan, Indonesia, the BMH-sponsored Balikpapan in collaboration with Karang Bugis Islamic School and Gunung Tambak Education.

On the other hand Ms. Lydia tidied up the report papers strewn across her desk, while occasionally watching Azzam from a distance. Ms. Lydia, the fashionable-looking Mathematics teacher, still continues to hold hope with her co-workers, although Azzam has previously rejected Ms. Lydia for a closer relationship. But Ms. Lydia had already forgotten that rejection, and was trying to build new hope again.

After Mr. Anshori heard the brief presentation of Azzam regarding the implementation of training held the day after tomorrow. Mr. Anshori was convinced that it was not wrong for him to choose and send the 27-year-old in the school's involvement in coaching this time.

Azzam stepped out of the foundation meeting room. Tired and tired of KBM activities and some additional activities of the school today, did not discourage Azzam to carry out the duties and responsibilities entrusted to him. For Azzam it is a remarkable belief how he was involved in the committee of the crucial event that presents the people of Islam who are very talented. Donations and thoughts given will certainly be a science of blessing.

The man who has a shady gaze and charismatic bewajah with a giant step towards the parking area. Her steps were accelerated if she remembered that tonight, she would do her first dinner with Dhanisa. Before arriving home he planned to stop for a while to the barber.

From a distance that was only a few steps away, Azzam could see Bu Lydia's face more clearly. He was standing right next to his car. Ms. Lydia still as usual threw a sweet smile when she met Ustadz Azzam.

“Bu Lydia,” greet Ustadz Azzam while taking off his glasses. Azzam's pair of eyeballs instantly focused on looking at the woman standing in front. “What's up, Bu Lydia?” Azzam asked as Bu Lydia's steps led to him.

Without permission, Ms. Lydia's hand grabbed Azzam's fingers, and then an age-old smile looked at her closely.

Azzam. He's really shuddering right now. By being polite Azzam put away the hand of Bu Lydia.

“Sorry Mom, it's not nice to see people."

Azzam took one step back, slightly keeping his distance from Bu Lydia.

Ms. Lydia smiled faintly.

“Sorry ustadz don't get me wrong first, I just want to give you this.” Ms. Lydia's hand held out a parcel of medicine that hung on her right hand. He took one step forward, Bu Lydia's hand reaching back the fingers of Ustadz Azzam. “I, tau ustadz must be very tired with activities all day. Then I give a supplement, extract natural ingredients that can increase endurance.” Bu Lydia's hand slowly landed the medicine into Azzam's palm.

Azzam welcomes the gift of Bu Lydia.

“I don't think you should worry too much about me,” Azzam replied politely and gently so that Bu Lydia would not be offended. “I'm just afraid that such a mother's attitude will make others hurt.”

“Open? Whose heart will be hurt? I don't think my attitude will hurt anyone else. I only hurt if the person always sneers from me,” reply Bu Lydia directly.

Netra Azzam was busy paying attention to what was around so as not to have to look at the face of the woman he was talking to. “What does Bu Lydia mean?”

“I just asked with Ustadz to give me some space to get closer to Ustadz.” Ms. Lydia flashed a serious and cautious look at what was said just now.

Azzam raised his left hand, glancing at the attached watch.

“Sorry Mom, I have to go home first. Thanks for the medicine.” Azzam was ready to put on a long stride, but Bu Lydia was more alert to grab his wrist.

“Wait a minute.”

Azzam had no choice but to stay where he was.

“What tomorrow Ustadz would like if I take you to the airport?”

Azzam. “No need to bother Ma'am, tomorrow I will leave with Marvin,” reject Azzam, by throwing a smile before he goes by.

Ms. Lydia just smiled bitterly, accepting the rejection.

“I say goodbye first. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam”

Azzam got into the car, leaving behind Bu Lydia who was still out of place. Until Azzam's car swerved out the school gate.

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A yellowish-copper light had already greeted the sky. I was still wandering around the garden area of the house accompanied by the faithful Mouzine following behind.

“Mou, hungry we do not snack first. You wait a minute, don't go anywhere!” I said before leaving Mouzine.

Three minutes later, I returned with a few snacks to fill the relaxing time in the afternoon. For Mouzine I only gave him sausage because he was very fond of this one snack, even Mouzine seems to prefer sausage rather than fish.

My eyes rolled around the garden. I remember earlier, that Mouzine I lived in this garden chair. But when I got back Mouzine was no longer there.

“Mou!”

“Mou!”

I shouted while walking around the park area.

After fifteen minutes I circled this little park, still I have not found the existence of Mouzine. It's not usually Mou like this. Usually if left for a while the cat will certainly not go anywhere.

I ran quickly into the house. Checking who knows he slipped into the house first overtakes me. But I've been through every corner of the room, still nil. The mouzine is not inside.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” voices people say greetings from outside.

“Yes for a moment,” my cry from the inside. With a long step I immediately rushed out.

Opening the door, I answered my greetings.

“There Azzam?” ask the man directly, when the door was first opened.

“Not yet, he hasn't come home. He said there was a school meeting so go home a bit kesorean,” reply me to the man standing at the door. I knew that he was Marvin, a friend of Azzam's brother.

“Still a long time ago?”

I glanced at the wall clock. At 16.20 WIB.

"I think he'll be home soon. You go in, while you wait for Azzam to come home." I'm offering.

“That's yes? Yaudah I wait for him a minute,” reply Marvin. He walked over to the side of the chair available on the porch of the house.

“You made drink no?” I asked when I saw him sitting, but there was no drink on the table.

“Bby,” sahut Marvin fast.

“You what? Coffee, milk, tea, juice, water?” I gave him an option so he could choose.

Marvin shakes. The chatter has not disappeared yet! the Marvin lirih.

“Hah!? What?” I know that Marvin just put out a sentence. But the sentence did not manage to be captured clearly my eardrum.

“Neither, the wind passed by just now,” kilah Marvin.

I pursed my lips. “Yaudah, what are you drinking? I still have work.”

“Mi..” Marvin has not finished his sentence. Dhanisa's already cutting.

“Oh. Or not just white water. Yaudah a minute ya!” I said, then passed to the kitchen.

Marvin just grunted, when he saw Azzam's wife had disappeared into the house.

Not until one minute, I returned with a tray on top of which perched a glass of mineral water for guest Abang Azzam.

“Please drink?” I'm inviting.

With a resigned face Marvin sipped a tasteless drink given Dhanisa.

“Why you?” Marvin asked when he saw me busy pacing in front of the terrace.

“I lost a child!” my reply was careless, with a face still riled up. “I've been looking for Mou here and there but haven't met.”

I checked into some parts of the flower plant that were quite tight and lush, who knew Mouzine was there.

A mouzine? The kid?

Marvin was thinking about those two words.

"Both of you?” ask Marvin plain.

“Iya,” I said without full focus, listening to Marvin's question.

Marvin sighed heavily, scratching his head a sign he was confused by Dhanisa's confession.

How can they have children? Azzam said Dhanisa alone still can not accept his presence as a husband. What Dhanisa herself had already opened her heart to accept Azzam, Marvin said. A second later he smiled with satisfaction. Thank goodness that you are so at least she does not love one side. They can already accept each other, Marvin thought.

Seeing Azzam's wife was puzzled. Finally Marvin took the initiative to help find Mouzine.

“I helped find around the back of the house yes, who knows is there.” Marvin got up from the chair until he heard a small squeak from the chair he just sat in.

I've agreed to Marvin's offer to help me find Mou.

Marvin looked to the back of the house. I walked out the gate. My eyes were watching the streets around the complex. Look to the left and to the right of the road. What seems to be only a few complex children who wander by using bicycles are playing on the side of the road.

Tin!

Tin!

I stroked the chest. The loud sound of the car horn was quite shocking to me.

The black colored car stopped right in front of me standing at this moment. I was hoping to worry. Afraid this guy will have evil intentions. I was just trying to learn from what happened that night.

When the car door opens. I retreated

a few steps back, while taking a swing ready to run.

“Why?” ask the guy who just got out from behind the wheel of the car. Looks like the baritone's voice is no stranger to my ears. I looked up to see the owner of the voice.

“Fun." I found myself standing in front with my right hand holding a few piles of papers as well as some magazine-like books.

“I'm going to deliver this." He shrugged off what I observed. “This is according to what you requested,” continued Hanan.

My hand welcomed some of the papers Hanan had proffered. “Yes, thank you very much Hanan. Though the time on the phone I was just a fad story aja,”

A day ago I did call Hanan to ask for his opinion on what topic is good to be the topic of filling in the school's mading editor, he gave me enough references until he offered to help give me the results of his writing that he had made. I didn't expect Hanan to be this good.

“Ahm, go in first yuk. Incidentally inside there was also Brother Marvin. He is also waiting for Azzam.”

We both walked into the house.

Arriving in the living room I let him sit down, while bringing in some bulletin sheets and magazines that Hanan brought.

In the kitchen, I made Hanan a cold drink. Luckily there was syrup in the fridge. I poured it into a cup of glass, and gave a little ice cubes to keep it fresh when it landed in the throat. Once I think it's ready, I take it out.

“What were you doing outside the fence?” Hanan asked, when I saw that he had appeared from the kitchen.

“I'm looking for my cat, Mouzine,” I replied as I placed a cup of red drinks in front of her. “But yes, I'll find Mou again. After all, there was Brother Marvin who helped find it earlier. Hopefully he manages to find Mou.”

I sit on the couch facing Hanan.

“Let's drink, mumpung still seger” seruku saw Hanan has not also grabbed the drink I made.

“Iya,” Hanan replied.

“What's the feature?” Hanan questioned when his mouth was after tasting the sweetness of syrup made by Dhanisa. The smile she threw as she greeted Hanan in front earlier.

“It used to dominate the white color, but at the head right near the side of the ears there are grayish-black scabs, and the tail is long.”

Hanan nodded in understanding at the description of the Mouzine I made.

“Yes!” I said while patting the jidat. “Kira Abang Marvin know not yes Mou characteristics, right he had never met Mou before!”

Hanan shrugged his shoulders. “Where do I know.”

“Etts Hanan, you shut up first! Don't move.” I gave the command then moved the sit-in to Hanan's side, when I saw the mosquito latching on to her temple. With great care I landed a hand on his face. So that the mosquito dies on my hand and the clap that lands on doesn't hurt so much.

He seemed to close his eyes tightly when his hands had landed on his smooth face.

“Assalamualaikum” Azzam greeting swallow, when saw his wife sitting alone with another man who is not his muhrim in the house. What made Azzam's heart stung was Dhanisa's hand holding Hanan's face.

“Wa’alaikumsalam." We both answered the greetings at the same time.

I was surprised not to be dumbfounded when I found out that the one who came was Azzam. I immediately put away my hand that was still attached to Hanan's face. Suddenly the heart ripples, there is fear implied in the heart. Fear Azzam angry and misunderstood.

Hanan immediately rose to welcome the man he called “Om”.

“Om,” greet Hanan as usual, while grabbing Azzam's hand to greet.

Azzam was still silent. Her eyes looked at the two of us in turn. Azzam took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Then walked up to his wife without caring about Hanan still standing at the side.

“What are you guys doing here?” Azzam's gaze alternately examined the face of his wife, and Hanan who was still standing at the end of the door.

Azzam continued to be privileged in the heart, so that the devil did not rule himself with momentary emotions. He took a deep breath trying to calm down.

Hanan conveyed what he should have explained. “Om, I'm here just want to embrace ...”

“Sorry, I asked with my wife,” Azzam reply instantly, without waiting for Hanan to finish his sentence.

I ducked with closed eyes.

Well, this is really a misunderstanding! And with this misunderstanding my status was revealed before Hanan. But it really doesn't matter if it's just with Hanan. Remember Hanan is also a nobody. Bia's not my best friend. Not a schoolmate. He's a guy I've only known for two weeks. But even though it was only two weeks, I felt like I had known him for a long time, let alone with all the intensity we met accidentally. Until sending messages to each other via WhatsApp chat. But honestly I didn't put the slightest feeling with Hanan, hopefully Hanan did too. I'm ingrained.

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