The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 42. Pendant Necklace

On the way home, nothing was talked about. Fey was focused on riding a motorcycle, his eyes could not see the streets in front of a crowded and crowded. Some of the people who met them were young people of the same age. Sunday night is like a sacred night for young people to wander out. Just a reunion, hangout, or dating and so on.

Requeensha nibbled her lips, trying to restrain her instincts not to get Fey to speak. But semangkin resistant semangkin itching his tongue to berujar.

"Fey! " call Requeensha by holding Fey's jacket tightly.

Fey didn't answer.

"Fey!" call him again louder.

"What the hell, Sha?" sahut Fey with a lazy tone.

Requeensha brought her head closer to Fey's shoulder and asked timidly. "Fey, that one you were really angry with Nisa, and did you blame me?"

"No. I've never been angry with Nisa" Fey replied directly. Even Fey felt regret for yelling at Nisa earlier.

"Continue?" Requeensha raised her eyebrows.

Fey breathed heavily. "Cliches. I'm sorry to talk about that." He pulled the gas lever of the motor deeply to make the speed increase. Requeensha was shocked, her body pushed back. He was tightly squeezing Fey's jacket for fear of falling over.

Throughout the journey Fey did not stop toying with his own mind. He regretted why he could be reckless and act stupid like that. Fey's left hand clenched violently. While his right hand is still holding the gas lever, so that the motor rate remains stable.

He stopped the motor when the red light at the intersection of the road was on. The 60-second number lit up backwards and for him it felt long. His fist had hit the top of the motor slowly. His condition is currently not good. His mind is fucked.

Requeensha was still scrolling through the rear-view mirror to see Fey's face. He was still gloomy, his face grim, his gaze sharpened. Requeensha stops the action when Sadam and Jovan, speaking from behind.

"Sha, Fey, we're not coming for you guys to come home. We still want to go to the Sunday night." Sadam.

Fey did not reply but he heard the two men's greeting. His mouth was completely locked he lazily let out a single word.

"You want a table together?" Requeensha raised next to her eyebrows. "Because you're both boys." Requeensha. He looked at the two men shuddering and shaking.

Sadam pushed 90 degrees to the side. "Jo, do we eat oranges?"

Jovan who was sitting piggybacking behind hit Sadam's shoulder. "Crazy! Still sane time."

"We're still sane Sha!" choke Jo in the middle of the crowded vehicle waiting for the ration of the red light.

"Jaudah is up to you," Requeensha resigned, it was not important to chat with them.

The lights have turned green, some bikes are lined up in front like they are starting their racing action from the finish line.

The journey took this woman like so long. Fey felt that his body was tired, as tired as his mind was in a frenzy.

Why should I want to follow her wishes, but if not for that insistence, I'm averse! Fey shuddered and clucked furiously. His eyes looked at the left rearview mirror, not wanting to see his face but he wanted to see Requeensha in the back.

Fifteen minutes later, the motorbike had entered the grounds of the Requeensha house. He got off the bike before being ordered. The engine motor is turned off. A few seconds later, Fey got off the bike. Returns the borrowed helmet and hooks the helmet on the back of Requeensha's bike.

Fey looked at the woman next to him for a moment. Then his eyes looked around the house. Very dark, only the lights in front of the highway that light up to slightly add to the lighting. Fey's eyes highlighted another part of the Requeensha residence. A small but minimalist house with gray paint, but no lighting in it.

A house that should look good looks scary because there are no lights on. Whether it is a porch lamp or a lamp in the house.

Fey's eyes circled to the side of the courtyard. There are no plants here. The leaves are also scattered a lot. Fey shuddered. He could feel at home not to clean his dirty yard.

Requeensha had been watching Fey's eye movements. He followed every direction Fey's eyes stared at.

"Why you?"

"Your house is a real horror." Fey turned around for a moment, then looked back at Requeensha's house.

Requeensha shrugged her shoulders. "It's not ordinary. Horror from where?"

"None of your house lights are on. Where are the house people?"

"There." replied Requeensha succinctly.

"So, I don't think there is."

Requeensha smiled obliquely. "Yes that's it. Like you said. In this house there are people but like no one"

Fey's forehead is wrinkled. Trying to digest the sentence Requeensha says.

"Your parents are you holding?" Do not know why Fey was curious, but his intention was just to drive Requeen after that home quickly. He did not want to deal with this woman for long. But looking at the situation of the Requeensha house, it caught Fey's attention to ask.

"There was. There's a kok" Requeensha wiggling her legs playing pebbles in the yard.

Fey looked around looking for other people who inhabited this house.

"But there's no sign of anyone here. Except you."

"I'm actually living with my Papa."

"Your mom?"

"My mom was busy cheating on me with her new partner."

Fey was shocked when the sentence flowed easily from Requeensha's mouth.

Fey mendehem tried to relieve a little of his throat that felt dry.

Without saying anymore. Requeensha suddenly gawked into his house that was bulging.

"Sha, where are you going? Your motorbike key is still the same as mine?" peekik Fey's.

Requeensha doesn't care. He walked straight and opened the door. Fey hesitated whether or not to follow the woman. But he's scared of Requeensha. Afraid that Requeensha is not a good woman.

Fey stepped slowly. The house he had seen was dark now bright on each side. He believes Requeensha who was inside had turned on the light switch of his house.

Not long after, a grinning motor broke into the courtyard of the Requeensha mansion. The man got off the bike. His body is tall, strapping and his posture is slightly thin and his eyes look sharp. Spooky. Raut His face was too fierce and scary because of his thick mustache.

"Of." Fey reprimanded with a trembling voice. After that, he looked down afraid to look at the owner of the eye.

The men even ignored Fey's greeting. It was unexpected that the man was so cute. His face, too, appeared unfriendly.

"WHO ELSE DID YOU BRING!" the noise from inside the house Requeensha managed to catch Fey's eardrum.

"Well, I'm just walking with him!" the tone of voice was like the voice of Requeensha.

Fey tried to get a step closer from the garage. Until his steps stopped when he stood in front of the terrace. He tried to eavesdrop on their debate a little.

"DO YOU WANT ANYWAY?!" there was the man's shrieking voice with a high tone.

"I just want Papa and Mama to like it again! I just wanted to find a calm atmosphere! At home, Requeen tired of seeing Papa namparin Mama hold!"

Requeensha's voice was like sobbing.

"ELAH! YOUR EXCUSE! YOUR MOM DOESN'T KNOW HERSELF! CHEAP GIRL!" the man turned back.

Fey jerks. That man Papa Requeensha? What really happened to this family? Fey wondered, confused.

The mind carries its memory of what Requeensha said in the RESTO parking lot. What all this time Requeensha survived in the midst of a broken home family. Fey even thinks Requeensha's attitude so is the result of her family's broken life.

For a few minutes, silence. No more conversations of that son and father.

"So, drink!"

"Astagfirefull!" fey has a special. The sudden appearance of Requeensha made him jump in shock. He even throws Requeensha's motor key quite far from his body.

Fey grieves and turns to look for the key of the thrown motor. Luckily the key was thrown still into the terrace area of the house. Do not know how the story if the key of the motor was sinking between the meeting leaves are stacked on the left side of the house.

Fey approached Requeensha. He saw a sad look in his eyes, and his face was grim.

"You're hausan? Here drink!" bargain Requeensha, expressionless.

The mineral water inside the clear glass is a little choppy. Requeensha held the glass trembling.

"What's wrong with you, Sha?"

"No, nothing!" in short.

He still did not welcome the glass from the hands of Requeensha.

Fey scratched his forehead. He knew what Fey was thinking. His hand slowly scooped the glass Requeensha was holding.

"Thank you." Fey took it slowly. Not until Fey half returned the glass again.

"This is your motor key! I'll go home first!"

His steps accelerated away from the house of Requeensha. When you are far away and standing on the side of the road. His eyes turned back to Requeensha's house. He's already disappeared. The door's closed.

"Cot deck!" the sound of the car's crunching offered to make Fey stop looking over.

"Yes, bang." Fey got into the car, so the car took him away from the newly ushered woman's residence.

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Azzam grabbed a chair and moved to sit next to me. He reached into something from his pants pocket, then grabbed my tiny hand.

"It's for Nisa."

He placed a small, peach-colored box-shaped object. A color of my favorite. I scrunched my forehead. When the Azzam's hand had landed and moved into my hand.

"Gift to my brother's wife, barakallah fii umrik," said Azzam then briefly peeked at my forehead.

I gaped for a few seconds, trying to digest the incident where Azzam briefly peeked at my forehead.

"Bang"

"Yes, why?" Azzam.

"Nisa's birthday was two weeks ago."

"Yes my brother knows. He was late in giving his gift. But doesn't it matter?"

My eyes turned back to stare at the peach-colored box that was held by my hand. "What's this?" I looked at Azzam. His face looked calm.

"Open up" she asked by shifting the seat closer to my side.

By order. I opened the mini box, there was a small piece of folded paper. I took and unfolded the paper from inside the box. The paper contained Azzam's handwriting. The sentence is written with a model of upright letters connected.

For my wife.

Dhanissa.

Earlier, my brother apologized for being able to give this gift. You are looking for the right and romantic moment. If Nisa knows brother always remember the birthday of brother's cousin, who is now legally a wife.

My brother couldn't give me anything more. Maybe this little thing will be a memory for Nisa, that brother was once present and became part of Nisa's life.

Because you can't guarantee you'll always be next to Nisa, looking after Nisa. But rest assured that God always guards and is with Nisa.

Greetings from your husband

Azzams

For a second, my eyes immediately glazed over. With trembling hands I folded the paper back.

I lift my face heavy. My gaze fell on Azzam's face in the shade. Azzam's look was full of love.

"Why write this sentence?"

Clear circles that have accumulated in the corner of the eye, finally escaped as well. Azzam's hand landed on my face. Very carefully my fingers rubbed my face. Both of Azzam's clear eyeballs stared at such a close distance.

"Because you can't promise to keep Nisa forever."

"Did you want to leave Nisa? After mom and dad left Nisa alone?" I asked quietly and the tone of voice trembled. Both of our eyes locked for a few seconds.

Azzam kissed my forehead, and now I am in the arms of this beautiful man.

"Abang, will not leave Nisa," he said trying to calm me down. He rubbed his back, then went up to his head.

We hugged each other and were understanding as if I had accepted Azzam as part of my life. I myself am still confused about this feeling. Is this the liking and sympathy of a brother to his brother? Or the feeling of love and true love for him.

Slowly I let go of the embrace. Stare at it for a while and grab the little box back. After opening and reading the letter in it. I found a beautiful necklace there.

Azzam put the necklace around my neck covered in hijab. A white gold necklace. So endearing. Especially when highlighted by the light of the light of his shining light as well as radiated, making the necklace more charming.

Azzam explained the meaning of the pendant necklace. I am like the moon and she is like a star. The two symbols of God's heavenly bodies symbolize that they both illuminate each other.

Azzam hoped that our domestic life would always be filled with the light of love from God.

My tears haven't stopped, I'm crying again. Azzam really managed to tear apart my feelings this time. I am confident in Azzam's sincerity.

"Thank you." That's the only word I can say. I don't know what to repay her kindness and sincerity in.

I still feel the surface of the pendant running down my neck.

"Tonight, we go somewhere we want?" take Azzam with a look.

"Where?"

"There was. Hope Nisa likes it. Wanna?" ask, make sure again.

I nodded, signifying Azzam's invitation to come with him.

Azzam smiled happily. The idea to invite me without having to make me pout and fight my mouth, just make Azzam breathe a sigh of relief and excitement.

"Nisa wait for you in front of the entrance, huh? Brother will follow."

Without me confirming his order, he had already inched from sitting down and headed to the cashier to pay for the meal he had ordered.

I grabbed my bag and walked towards the threshold of the RESTO entrance. The steps suddenly stopped when I saw the nuclear family eating together, at the corner of the table to the west. A father, mother, and son who was about ten years old. Her mother seemed so eager to feed their little daughter who seemed reluctant to eat. I smiled. My brain makes an illusion what if I were in the position of the girl. Absolutely happy.

"Come on!" Azzam took my hand. My eyes are shocked. I stopped looking at the family, then turned to Azzam.

"Yes," I said slowly as I looked at Azzam. We both walked out of RESTO.

"Of! Um!"

I looked to the side, seeing the boy tugging at Azzam's hand.

"Om the money's falling!" The tiny hand gave the leaflet fifty thousand rupiah.

"Thank you dear," said Azzam, then crouched down, and pulled the gnarled cheeks of the boy. "It's okay, it's for you!"

"No need Om, said our Mother should not take what is not ours" said the little boy innocently and innocently. "Or just love the same son of om."

Azzam who was still crouching, looked up his head at me. I returned that look with a smile. A second later we turned and looked again at the boy who was standing near us.

"Om, don't have a baby yet" Azzam replied kindly and gently. "Who's your name is handsome?"

"Adam, Om"

Azzam pulled the corner of his lips and smiled. "Later Adam said to Mother, this is money in love with Om. Om, sincere."

The boy nodded expressionlessly.

"Om just as aunty whose name is it?" The boy really had incredible courage to get along.

Azzam pointed at himself. "Name of Om Azzam. And next to Om her name is Nisa."

"Thank you, Om Azzam and Aunt Nisa. Adam turned back first," said a boy named Adam while running closer to his mother again. I faintly heard the boy running and shouting, "Mother Adam is given money."

Azzam smiled, then stood up again after seeing the boy enter into RESTO, approached his mother and continued to the parking area.

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Previously author katain thanks for stopping by. never get tired of following every episode yes. Waiting for his vote and like. Hopefully the story will be finished until it is finished.