The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 4. Marriage Request

The door of the house thudded because it closed quickly, Kaila─adik Sadam─ludang appeared from inside the room as soon as knowing Sadam came home. He just arrived home at nine.

“Bang, Mr. Nyariin Abang earlier,” welcome Kaila in the living room.

“What does he say?”

“Say the school father ngabarin if Abang was involved in a commotion at school.”

Sadam immediately knew that this was not good news. There was a feeling that his father would immediately scold Sadam along with Kaila's words just now.

“Kaila” Holding both shoulders of his sister and staring unblinkingly. “Yesterday Brother got into a fight with one of his friends at school. The problem is trivial and common in teenage boys.” Little did he convey an explanation to his sister, because he knew Kaila's age certainly did not understand it. Sadam then went to the room and threw his guitar on the bed. Then take a black T-shirt. Seeing Sadam getting ready with his clothes, Kaila asked again. He had only arrived for a short time, and was about to go out again.

“Abang, Where are you going?” ask Kaila who turned out to be following Sadam from behind.

Sadam turned towards Kaila for a moment.

“You meet with friends Brother. Their kasian has been waiting for Brother from earlier at Mak Ittah.” stall

“Abang don't eat first? continue later if you ask Brother how?” ask Kaila who is also worried about her brother.

“Forgive it, you don't have to think brother. If you ask where is my brother? Tell him to go to the stall or study a group. It's up to Kaila."

Kaila just nodded in understanding.

At home, Sadam only lived three, namely Sadam, Kaila, and Bapak. Sadam lived for two years only with his father and a sister named Kaila, he was nine years old. Mother left them since sugar disease gnawed on Mom's body. When Mom was around, everything seemed fine. Sadam remembered exactly how the house was, their family was a happy and perfect family. They have a responsible father figure and a very loving family, as well as a mother who is understanding and always a loyal listener for each of our complaints. While Kaila since childhood has got a role to always be given affection. But Sadam never envied and objected. Sadam still loved Kaila with genuine affection as a brother, because feeling as an older person it was fitting that he was responsible for protecting his sister, and it goes on to this day.

***

“Sadam we invite you to gather here, because we all want to listen to the explanation directly from your mouth why you can get into a commotion with Ranggaspatih!"

Fey stared, seriously.

“Yes, so why are you not in school for two days,” added Jovan.

Jihan and I saw how Sadam's facial features were showing, a little stiff and reluctant to discuss the matter again. However, he tried to appreciate the intentions of his friends and the genk who would care, because in fact they are the only place for Sadam to share complaints of existing problems.

Sadam began to tell the chronology of the beginning until the conflict could occur.

"That afternoon, when I came home from ngegym at one of the fitness training grounds, I met Khariza who was also there. I saw Khariza as if I was confused looking for something, out of curiosity I finally went to him. It turns out that Khariza lost the bike he was wearing earlier when going to the gym. Coincidentally also when it was cloudy in the sky twitching and raindrops had started to fall I drove his girlfriend the Ranggaspatih to go home. I didn't expect my good intentions to end up in a conflict like this" Sadam explained

“Yaa means the time you send Khariza, the Ranggaspatih see you Sadam," added Fey.

Sadam shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe, yes.”

“Means this is just a misunderstanding. But have you told Ranggaspatih?” jovan's turn to ask.

Sadam shakes.

“Newly I want to open my mouth, both tons landed on my face. Who is not emotional. I finally retaliated with a blind punch towards him."

Hearing Sadam's confession, making his friends become concerned over the problems that befell his best friend.

“How much does school go?” the question came up instantly, when I remembered that Sadam had not shown his nose for two days at school.

“We were suspended three days. So, tomorrow the day after tomorrow I'll be back in.” Seeing the expression of his friends he then laughed, “Already, you guys put your usual face aja dong,” he added, when he saw his friends staring unmoved.

Suddenly interrupted conversation a mobile phone rings ...

The sound of the ringing phone made the focus of our attention stop in search of the source of the sound. After searching, it turned out to be a voice that came out of my bag.

Mother calling..the name on the screen of Dhanisa's phone.

📞Mother

Assalamualaikum says.

📞Dhanisa

Wa’alaikumsalam Bu's.

📞Mother

Why hasn't Nisa come home, what time is it? You're a girl, it's not good to go home late at night.

I glanced at Fey, raising both of my eyebrows while glancing at Fey's hand to see the circular clock in his left hand.

📞Dhanisa

Eleven o'clock, ma'am.

📞Mother

Huh! why haven't Nisa come home yet!

📞Dhanisa

He-he's gonna be a minute, Mom

📞Mother

Not a moment! Now I'm waiting for Nisa to come home!

📞Dhanisa

Shh! Yes-yes ...

📞Mother

Right yeah! I'll wait five minutes. Assalamu’alaikum

📞Dhanisa

Wa’alaikumsalam

Phone disconnected.

The moon looks so dim, illuminating every corner of the night. My friends also seem to be still busy chatting and discussing the matter of Sadam earlier. However, the phone call mom just now had at least delayed my desire to chat even longer with them. In one go I drank the red drink in front of the table. Then pack the items and get ready to immediately go home.

“Kok a huge chirp? What time is it anyway?" he said as he glanced at his watch.

“Not a problem what time it is. Didn't you hear I was called to go home? Now will you take me or not?!” ask ketus.

“Iya. Okay-okay. I'll take the motor for a minute.”

Fey hastened to pick up the motorbike parked in front of Mak Ittah, which is considered a basecamp for them. This is where they used to hang out and spend time together. Laugh without having to charge.

I saw Jihan, Sadam and Jovan glancing at me. "Sorry I have to go home first, Mom has called,” reply I do not feel good to them.

“Hem, you want to go home? I'm also in that case, before being called too," Jihan said to her friends who seemed to still linger chatting, even though the night was late and the air outside was a bit piercing.

“Hm, be careful yes,” Sadam's advice.

“Okey. Adios. See you tomorrow at school!”

“Sadam, hope you quickly enter again yes, quiet no you,” my nosy on Sadam, before moving home. “Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikumsalam”

That was the last conversation, before I heard the roar of Fey's engine. Fey gave the helmet he had held to me, “Nah, wear!” her door. The roar of the motor engine slowly began to disappear leaving the Mak Ittah stall.

***

Tok.dok...

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

Kreeksk

The voice sounded like a person opening a doorknob from inside.

“Wa’alaikumsalam”. Dad's face came out from behind the door. “Come in,” says Father.

After I took off my shoes on the porch, I stepped inside. While Dad seemed to be following me in the back.

“Mana Mom, Dad!” ask when entering the living room.

Dad did not answer but pointed to a cream-brown sofa chair located in the living room, where Mom sat staring at the television screen.

Father guided me gently to join mother there, now I sit next to her. Father is indeed a person who has never been rude with me, a little different from Mother who has a rather hard and also firm disposition, I also do not dare to argue against her making. Anyway, maybe I can argue because since my real parents died five years ago. I then raised the child by him. Maybe because all this time, they have not been blessed with children.

They once had a son, his name was Khalid. He is a smart boy and has great achievements. So do not be surprised after graduating from college vying for companies that want to use their services. Another memory of him was when I was in elementary school when he was expelled from school, because he often skipped study time. Khalid's brother who knew about my life ended up taking care of all my school transfers here. She's so nice. But who would have thought, at a very young age he had to meet his end. Khalid died in an accident. Death is death, no one knows.

I'm sure this family is so sad that he had to mourn the misfortune of being left for dead by his only son. Maybe that's the sadness they felt when I had to let my parents go forever in that accident. At that time my father and mother and brother Khalid had just attended the wedding of Uncle Hamzah─the biological brother of my mother. Uncle Hamzah, my mother, and also Mr. Ahsan─them brothers─brothers.

The story begins when the car driven by Khalid had a problem breaking a tire, coinciding with when the car was traveling at high speed. Finally the car smashed and hit the concrete barrier. Accidents are inevitable. Brother Khalid died instantly on the spot, while mother and father still had time to be helped by people around. But destiny says something else. Both died on the way to the hospital.

That was the nightmare of my life, when I heard the news that Mom and Dad had to go back to the divine lap in a terrible accident. I saw hooded people already crowded in the courtyard of the house, yellow flags made of oil paper were also attached. It also seems that other people are setting up tents from tarps, some are busy looking for flowers, shrouds, as well as boards for grave holes and tombstones. I still remember everything, like playing a video recording in the head. I was sitting limp next to the bodies of Father and Mother next to him again there was also the body of Brother Khalid─the son of Uncle Ahsan and Ibu Hamidah. I tried to hide my cries, but it seemed that I was not as strong as Uncle Ahsan and Mother Hamidah who could stare at the body of our loved ones had already been stretched out stiffly covered in a white cloth, and being in do’akan by the crowd.

Mr. Ahsan's family, always beside me and always strengthen me to remain patient and steadfast. Until one day they thought of taking me as their adopted son. I slowly tried to recapitulate it because I was sure it was the destiny of God written in al-mahfuz. Hamidah's mother, that's my adoptive mother's name. He's been sitting on a cream-brown sofa chair and so am I. Don't know what's up. It seems like there's something they want to say. I saw them hesitating and staring at each other.

“Dad! Mama! Why the hell?” I asked with a confused look.

Both are silent. The bangtung must start.

“Huss, Dad start.” Mom pinched Dad's arm.

“Dad?” asked Mr. Ahsan while pointing at him.

“That's! Who else,” exclaim mom.

“Ih! Why the hell is this?” I'm starting because they haven't talked yet.

“Ahm, this is Nisa. There's something we want to say. This might surprise Nisa a little.”

I scrunched my forehead. “What? Say?”

I grabbed something out of his shirt pocket. It looks like a folded sheet of white paper. Slowly and carefully he opened the white sheet.

“This,” said father while thrusting the paper to me.

“What is this, Yah?”

“Read it,” the door, short.

My eyeball started to move from the left corner of the paper and then to the right of the paper, so continued, until the reading on the paper was finished I read.

“Hah?!” I screamed with wide eyes.

Instantly my crisp voice filled the room, making father and mother cover her ears.

“What! Nope! Nisa doesn't want to!”

I refused hard.

“It was a request from Uncle Hamzah's family, he asked to deliver this letter to Nisa,” said the mother replied.

“But Mom doesn't have to be this one, right?! Nisa does not want to! Lagian Nisa has not finished school and Nisa still has aspirations other than being a housewife. How the hell!” My protest, as my hands folded across my chest.

“Iya, I know. Tapkan can you live while attending school!”

I snorted in annoyance. "Where can you, Mother! Isha! Later if Nisa is married, it means Nisa will take care of everything, starting from taking care of my home, school, husband. Everything was?! Alahh Nisa can't imagine. Take care of yourself, especially ntar Nisa takes care of her husband."

I threw my back on the back of the sofa seat.

"Mother, Father, please ask Uncle Hamzah's family to cancel everything" I said with both hands pleading.

“Can't Nisa! The Azzam section is okay, and now you must also obey.” Mom paused for a moment and then continued the unfinished speech. “First you know, Mom and Dad also betrothed Nisa, and after many years of living with Dad, you know, now I understand that the ‘halal’ was more protective than those who only bombard with sweet words at the ends even modus.”

I let out a heavy sigh, kneeling slowly at my forehead which felt heavy. I decided to take a very bodo action and went to bed. I hope tomorrow my mood can return without having to think about tonight's problems.

The huft!

The plastic stars that adorned my room seemed to glow when it was highlighted by the lights. I was still sitting curled up on the bed with a pouting face while hugging the flower patterned void roll in harmony with my bed. In this room, I was accompanied only by the clockwork twang that continued to work. It moves from second to second, then minute to minute and hour to hour and so on. His voice sounded loud. I still haven't slept, still feeling annoyed by my father and mother's attitude.