The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 38. Takwa Clothing Matters

Azzam understood very well that his body and mind were now very tired and were now tired of seeing what was happening at home.

“Nisa, come with brother now.” Azzam pulled my arm, but his eyeballs glanced at Hanan.

“Hanan, wait there for a while yes,” I said and replied with a nod of the head by Hanan.

I don't know why suddenly Azzam invited me to join him. Maybe there was something serious he wanted to say.

I just followed his steps leading to the room. He wants to speak four eyes.

"Sit down" Azzam pulled out a chair, then asked me to sit down.

A glance turned to the frozen face of Azzam. I was silent with a straight look into his eyes anyway.

Silent.

The two of us were still holding each other in a quiet room. Hanan is still outside waiting.

Not long after that, he sat down. We sat face to face frozen in each other.

Azzam sighed slowly, then said, “What did Nisa do together with Hanan?” tanya start.

I looked at Azzam's face that was red. Jealous. Perhaps yes, it was a look of jealousy imprinted on his face. Is he going to talk about my treatment with Hanan? But it actually came from my instinct to repel the mosquitoes that stuck to Hanan's face. No other hidden intent.

“Why? Is brother jealous?” I asked her to look at her angry face.

Azzam immediately gasped.

“Sure,” sahut Azzam sure. “No husband likes to see his wife close to another man. Whether in his heart there is love or not.”

I folded my arms, walked up against the wall of the wardrobe.

"Hanan only delivers newsletter and magazine flyers. That's it,” I answered honestly.

Azzam's eyes followed every move I made.

“Then why should there be a face rubbing scene there?” His memory was thrown when Dhanisa was caught holding Hanan's face.

“Abang don't get me wrong first, why!?” I pursed my lips, because he just played judging someone without listening to my explanation first. "So Nisa was just trying to get rid of the mosquito on her face" I said, according to what actually happened.

Azzam sighed softly, he threw his gaze the other way.

“Who would not misunderstand if he saw a wife with another man who is not his mahrom in one house,” Azzam tone slightly raised.

“But we're not both at home. There's Marvin, too" I replied, refuting the unsubstantiated accusation.

Azzam looked back. “There is Marvin, but is Marvin there to accompany you both!” Azzam is back. "Nothing is it?"

I shook my head slowly.

“OK. Nisa knows now! If from the words of brother just now, it hints that Nisa must admit Nisa's mistake! Want to Brother?” I clenched my teeth and squeezed my fingers, an indignant sign.

Azzam walked closer. His originally sharp gaze began to dim. “It's not about wrongly blaming, it's not about judging each other. But it's about morals. Brother does not want his brother's wife accused of arguing with other men to cause slander. Hanan is not a blessing for Nisa, not good for a woman in a room together, let alone together with someone who is clearly not her mahkram.

Azzam's chest feels tight. There were actually a lot of words that wanted to be thrown out of his mouth, but stuck on his lips.

Sabaarrr ..... Azzam's little heart always throws words of patience until he tries to lower his ego.

“Abang said so does not mean the brother of a holy man who does not escape sin. Man is the place of sin. Whether intentionally or not, humans can do that at any time. But one thing only you want to do and show right now," his voice choked. "Abang just wants to be a good priest for his brother's wife. Responsible for the family that you lead. Including guiding the morals of a wife to jannah. Brother wants us to reach for the paradise of God together" Azzam said softly.

My hand grabbed Azzam's wrist, then kissed him. I apologize if what we did was wrong and inappropriate. I just don't want to be labeled as a defiant wife on the advice of a husband.

Azzam is still tight-lipped. I waited for him to say a sentence. But after a few minutes, it felt like the chatter would be cut off here.

“If there's nothing more to talk about. Nisa wants to come out, it's not good Hanan waited outside,” I said, then turned around.

“Wait a minute!” azzam's Clenches.

I turned back. “What?”

"Next time, do not repeat this." His gaze was full of emphasis. “One more message brother, next time if out to meet others wear hijab," cried Azzam.

My forehead wrinkled. “Nisa if out wearing hijab continue,” my object, because all this time in addition to the school that requires wearing hijab. Even out of the house I also keep wearing a hijab.

“When received a guest earlier?” sangkal Azzam, when he saw his wife receiving guests without wearing a hijab. "All parts of a woman's body are the aurat except for the palms of the hands and face. Then the hair that becomes the crown for women, including the woman's aura that must be maintained."

“Nisa feel no problem, it's just Hanan and Marvin outside,” I replied lightly, while raising one eyebrow.

Azzam changed his standing closer to his wife's side. He was trying to make room to advise Dhanisa. Azzam never tired of throwing advice that is an invitation to good. As much as possible he spoke carefully so as not to offend his wife.

“Nisa, they're both other people, Hanan and Marvin. They are not makhrams. They shouldn't have seen your awrah! Nisa, must know the limits of aurat a woman.” Azzam swallowed the saliva before returning. “The veil is worn to seal the aurat of a woman and protect her because Allah swt. Not to be seen by others, including men who are not makhramnya. With hijab can also prevent women from the interference of men,” continued Azzam.

I stepped up then stopped in front of a large mirror, glazed for a bit. From the reflection of the mirror I could see my appearance, from head to toe. Straight black hair draped over a shoulder, with a long-sleeved t-shirt attached to the body. And the subordinates wear long jeans.

I nodded when I became aware of my own appearance.

“Abang"

Azzam.

“Abang if Nisa's appearance, how?” I asked for his opinion. For some reason the question suddenly flowed from my thin lips.

I know that Azzam saw me from the mirror. He was commenting on a smile seeing me cast my own shadow.

He had been wearing clothes that were closed but tight to show the curves of a beautiful and beautiful body, it was clear, inner Azzam.

"The clothes that Nisa is wearing are polite, just a little tight,” Azzam commented briefly. “But it's okay, indeed everything will change gradually, until it becomes a good person.”

The silent atmosphere returned.

“Abang please, Nisa is not offended by your brother's remarks just now. Whatever you say is none other than for good so that your wife can get the Prophet's intercession at the end of the day."

I turned my body around, looking at Azzam with a smile. “No. Nisa is not angry. Nisa is happy because there are still good people who want to remind Nisa.”

Azzam's smile. Somehow Azzam felt his wife's heart this time, had begun to soften, his attitude of jutek and cuek gradually reduced.

Now they are back with a fixed view. “Nisa, you are my wife. Your life, your morals, and all your behavior are my responsibility as a husband. Leader in the household,” Azzam said gently.

I looked in the mirror again after hearing Azzam's words.

“Have not kept staring at that mirror!”

“Why?” alisku.

“Abang is afraid that the mirror will feel rivaled with the female beauty in front of him,” Azzam's tease. This was the first time Azzam had dared to seduce his wife. “Go take hijab,” pinta Azzam later, “Nisa need to know that women wearing hijab is not an option but an obligation. Especially if he is already in puberty”

"The Messenger of Allah has inherited two things, namely the Sunnah and the Qur’an. Man is commanded to follow the teachings that are guided by the Sunnah, and the verses of Allah. One of them is wearing a hijab. Wearing a headscarf is a way for women to keep the aurat for men who are not makhramnya. It means that if a woman does not wear a hijab, she has disavowed the law established by God" Azzam said at length.

The order to use the hijab was handed down by Allah SWT and written in QS. Al-Ahzab verse 59, which means: o prophet, say to the wives and children, women and wives of believers, let them extend their veils throughout their bodies. That is so that they may be easily recognized, therefore they are not disturbed. And Allah is Forgiving, Most Merciful. This is the law of the Shari'a of Islam that Allah has outlined in his verses. [QC. Al-Hazab: 59]

Another verse also mentions that, in QS. An-Nuur verse 31, which reads: Say to a believing woman, “Let them withhold her views, and ************, and let them not appear her adornment, , except the (ordinary) one from him. And let them put a veil over her breast, and show not her jewels except to their husbands .... [QC. An-Nour: 31]

There are two reasons or reasons Allah SWT ordered Muslim women to wear hijab. First, so that Muslim women can be recognized and become distinguishing features from other women. Second, in order to awake the authority and character of his womanhood, he means not to be disturbed and hurt and avoid slander.

Allah subhanallah wata’ala also suppresses about aurat for women, as a whole referred to as aurat and can only be shown to the makhram.

Narrated by Ibn Mas’ud in HR. Tirmidhi, the Prophet said, “Women are aurat, so when he comes out (home), then the devil appears widening his eyes and means bad to him.”

I just fell silent. Listen carefully, if Azzam has issued a piece of verse and hadith.

I quietly sighed softly, trying to weigh up Azzam's request. “So Nisa should makai hijab nih?”

Azzam backs up a smile, then replies, “Iya.”

Because I was still quiet, Azzam sniffed his chin. He told me to put on the hijab immediately. I walked towards the closet and interrupted sheet by sheet of clothes neatly arranged in the closet to look for the hijab among the pile of clothes.

“Say Nisa there's Marvin outside earlier right?” Azzam asked as he put the bag on the desk. “Why outside there is only Hanan?” continued.

I answered Azzam's question while busy putting up and tidying up the hijab.

“Tadi Marvin went out for a while looking for the missing Mou. I don't know from earlier he hasn't come back.” I sniffed my shoulders short. “Don't-don't he follow missing, again” guyonku.

A gray veil had coiled around my head dangling to my chest. On the other hand, Azzam is changing his work clothes with a shirt that he usually wears every day.

“Already,” muttered. “Abang, Nisa out first.”

Azzam turned his head with a smile on his cheeks. “Well, it's beautiful,” praise Azzam, after seeing me wearing a hijab.

The corners of my lips widened, forming a smile. “Thank you.” I returned the potluck and then left the room.

“Abang! The hunt was sought by Marvin!” peekkiku from outside the room.

I sped up the pace to accompany Hanan who was still sitting in the living room.

“Sorry for a long time, there was a problem earlier.” I threw my body into the sofa. Right in front of Hanan who had been sitting earlier waiting for me.

Hanan reviewed the smile, then put his phone back in his pants pocket. “Yes, it's okay.”

Hanan sipped a drink that was still half. At the same time relieve the throat that feels tight.

“Nisa!”

“Hmm," I said without looking at Hanan. I was busy tidying up the hijab.

“I want to ask about what Om Azzam said earlier. What if Om Azzam is your husband.”

I gasp. Spontaneously I turned my head, looking at Hanan's face without blinking.

I nodded my head heavily, acknowledging the truth of Hanan's words just now.

Hanan was silent and asked nothing more. But, actually in my heart, Hanan really wanted to ask more about how this cousin could get married. Hanan felt something strange. He just kept the question deep. I don't think it's the right time to ask that first.

For now, Hanan does not want to learn more about the life he thinks is privacy for Dhanisa.

Island ... meau ....

Mouzine's voice was present in our midst.he walked towards his master. And rub his body against my feet. Mou seemed to know that it had worried her master.

I crouched down when I saw Mou approaching. Anxiously I hugged him and put him on the lap.

“Nisa, I didn't manage to find your son?” Marvin walked in with a slight breath. Maybe he went all over this part of the house, I thought.

From Hanan formed small folds when he heard the words of the man standing in the doorway.

“You and Om Azzam already have a child?” ask Hanan curiously.

I chuckle softly.

“When I say so, Hanan.”

Hanan is confused.

“Lha did you say? Mouzine!” Marvin replied, chiming in the confusion that Hanan also felt.

“This” I raised the Mou that was still on my lap.

Marvin shook his head, then closed his eyes for a few seconds. Marvin feels bullied by Dhanisa.

Crazy one! azzam's wife is weird! If I were to become Azzam would not feel at home to live with Dhanisa. There's only high blood!, Marvin.

Not long Azzam also appeared from behind with a fresh face after cleaning his body from the sweat.

“Marvin, where are you from? I'm waiting from earlier.”

Marvin sat down on the couch with Hanan. “I should be the one to you! Where did you just appear?” Marvin asked with gritted teeth, holding back the upset.

Seeing the look on his friend's face change. Azzam asked again. “You why are tired, tired so?”

Hanan let out a deep breath as if complaining. “I'm tired of going around your house to find a lost child!” reply Marvin, glaring at me.

I laugh loudly.

“Whose son is missing?” azzam was confused. Then look also at me who is still chuckling softly.

“Your son,” reply Marvin by heart.

Azzam laughed softly. “You know I've been married for two months. Where can suddenly instantly have a child,” Sangah Azzam with logic.

Marvin shrugged both of his shoulders. “Yes, who knows if you adopted a child!" his reply. "Eh! it turns out that the missing kitten!” Marvin thundered furiously.

Azzam approached and patted Marvin on the shoulder. “I represent my wife apologize. If you feel bullied.”

“Iya. Bang Marvin, sorry Nisa yes,” my grin.

Unknowingly Marvin sips a drink on the table, which is none other than Hanan's.

“Ya. Now I'd like to request a rundown and a presence for tomorrow's event.”

Azzam disappeared for a while and then returned some sheets of paper that had been arranged in a plastic map. After Marvin received the files he needed to leave to go home. Because the sign of adzan maghrib will soon reverberate.

Hanan turned his head towards Azzam who was standing near the doorway. He stood up and crucified Azzam's hand to excuse him.