The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

Chapter 44. Sharing Stories

In the car there is Azzam who focuses on driving the car while I play the phone, busy looking at the results of the photos earlier.

"Huf! Not really!" I was singing my lips a few centi. Feeling disappointed, because the photos taken by me are less than satisfactory. Some are blur, some are rocking, the face is not ready. Azzam sincerely not the photoinnya, or indeed my camera is ugly, my inner. I flipped through the phone several times while darkening the mini lens and then tried to take a picture back.

"Huf! Same thing!" muttered. I put the smartphone back in the bag.

"Why?" azzam asked when he saw my forehead creasing.

"Bang!" call me slowly.

I play my fingers.

"Can I have a new phone?" I said a little seduce.

"Why is that phone?"

"Nisa's phone is ugly, sometimes error. Especially after the rain, when Nisa was chased by bad men," I said with a clear face. Usually if I ask for something with Ahsan's father or Halimah's mother. But since Azzam was already my husband, I couldn't possibly ask for this and that again with them because I was no longer their dependant anymore.

"But it can still be used for phones, right?"

"Yes. Could anyway. Just calling is not enough. Now the smartphone is all-wolf, all activities can be controlled through this sophisticated object," I said as I lifted the flat object back from the bag. "Especially in the millennial era gini or kidz era now that," I said ending the sentence.

"Just use what's there first, and use it as intended" Azzam replied flatly. "Handphones are considered everything now. But most people abuse that thing for something else."

I began to no longer understand the meaning of Azzam's words.

"Handphones only keep people busy in their world. Look at the cycles of people now. To the mosque bring a mobile phone, are eating hold a mobile phone, want to eat in the photo first, wake up nyari mobile phone. There was one thing he forgot"

HUAAA...

I yawned, resisted the drowsiness.

"What?" I did respond a little to his statement.

"Forgot that the dead did not bring a cell phone and the angels also will not sell internet data packages there. Lailaijillah... " Azzam said then shook his head.

I sighed softly and looked at him for a few seconds, hiding a sense of disappointment in my heart. "Yes it's up to you, brother," I said resigned from the sentence I knew for sure he was reluctant to grant my request.

The clock has shown at eleven o'clock at night past fifteen minutes. It's amazing tonight. Unexpectedly this was the longest duration of time as long as I walked alone with Azzam. Usually I do not feel at home if he invites me to walk because the inn is always stiff and boring. Don't know it's been a week since Azzam I think it's a little different. He was not as I was in the early days of his return from Egypt. In the first place, joking is very rare. The inn is always hanging out.

"Why are you starting to look a little soft?" I started a conversation in the middle of the silence in the car.

"If why was it?"

"If you used to be that brother after coming home from college abroad. My brother was a little more quiet and stiff. Nisa aja so please make negur brother. That brother was very different from the brother that Nisa knew first. Brother, as if making a distance with a woman."

"Abang just trying to adjust back. During studying there, I dug a lot about Islam, much to deepen the knowledge of religion there," explained Azzam.

"Don't you live in a country of people?"

"If asked nicely. Yes, there must be both."

"Not good what?" I was a little interested to hear the story of Azzam's experience while studying in Egypt.

"If in the country the first person we do is adapt to the environment. In Egypt, the weather is hot. The heat can reach 48 degrees Celsius, and if it is cold it will be very cold to below 10 degrees Celsius."

"Wih, extreme too yeah Bang. Nisa can not imagine Indonesia is just a tropical temperature of 40 degrees was already considered hot."

" It obviously takes physical readiness to survive in such radical areas."

"Keep that people are just as friendly as Indonesians aren't?" I asked that because during Azzam's return from Egypt I never heard him tell me about his experience when studying in the land of the prophet.

"One thing that needs to be prepared when choosing to study in the land of Pharaoh is the struggle. If we do not have patience, then it is better to retreat before flying there. Because the land to be ploughed is the land of the religious dissidents of God once. Their nature is hard, and the bars will be very pronounced if we have given you’amalah with them intensely."

Azzam gave a short pause, "Especially if you find Fir’aun's stubborn uncivilized offspring. They often check their mouths in the streets to make the streets jammed. But what makes the salute is that the quarrel remains to end with shollu ‘ala Muhammad,"

"Abang Nisa was curious about how handsome guys aren't?" nadaku.

"If Nisa had seen him, Nisa would have been amazed to see their beautiful face, Allah was very dear to them, the descendants of the Prophet Joseph. Behind the desolation of his land, God gives a likeness that attracts every eye that looks."

Hearing Azzam's words it felt like I was melting, especially if I actually met an Egyptian man. Must have been kelpekek, saw his beautiful face.

"Indeed they are goods that can be packaged for shipment. Or not his miniature brother and his poster please," quipped Azzam.

"No ah! On the internet too much, if you want Nisa just look for her own."

Azzam responded by laughing softly.

"Bang, Nisa there is a very interesting anecdote from the Indonesian people who say, 'If one Egyptian woman, then there are ten beautiful people. Whereas if there are ten Indonesian women, then the beautiful one is indeed the woman there is amazing beauty huh?"

Azzam smiled faintly. "The name is anecdote, of course it's a joke made by Indonesians."

Azzam sighed slowly. "If you want to compare Indonesian women to lose in terms of physical beauty. But the temperament of Indonesian women is much more graceful and gentle than that of Egyptian women. Cultural differences make Egyptian women often speak harshly. But even so the Egyptian woman was still like the angel of heaven whom the Lord sent down to earth. Her beauty is a special attraction for anyone who sees her."

Azzam's car stopped when the red light came on. Time count 60 seconds running backwards. My body starts to feel tired, sometimes I yawn because of sleepiness.

"Women are highly respected there. For the Egyptian people, women were like jewels that had to be kept at their best. Let alone coming into contact with the view of women not mahkram with clinging alone is a disgrace to the Egyptian society."

"What is the intention of going to college for Egyptian women? Can quite improve the offspring," my guyon, in order to dispel the drowsiness that whack.

On the other hand the roar of the car again grinned after being held by a red light. Azzam stepped on the gas pedal again. There is still half the journey.

"Show did you ever read the book The Enchantment of Cleopatra?" Azzam moved his head, turning his head towards me after asking.

I nodded slowly. Then stare at the car windows that capture the glitter of lights in every corner of the street. The night was dark and the originally crowded and crowded streets were gradually deserted.

"Earlier. The character is a man who has long settled in Egypt and desperately wants to marry a beautiful Egyptian woman drilled by Cleopatra. But he instead betrothed his mother to a simple Javanese woman named Raihana. Raihana is a woman who is very patient in love with her husband, but until marriage the man still does not love Raihana," said I told briefly the story I had read.

"How finally?"

"She eventually met a lecturer who told her that her Egyptian wife had left when she was broke. And the main male figure only realized when his wife was dead."

"From that story you remember about the quote of Eyang Habibie, No need for a perfect person, just find a person who always makes you happy and makes it mean more than anyone.

I silently looked at Azzam who was still holding the steering wheel quietly. I saw the corner of his lips lifted, he wanted to say something.

"So if our goal is only to find the perfect partner, then until anytime we will never find it. Because there is no perfect partner. Every human being has their own strengths and weaknesses. So building a relationship is about a commitment to complement each other's shortcomings." At the end of his sentence Azzam seemed to be smiling faintly.

Deggs...

The words of Azzam are judging me. I should now be able to summarize what has become my destiny and not have to force something that is not destined in my life at this time. Let not God be angry and take away all the happiness that God has given me.

"Sina?" Azzam called when I was seen not reacting to the story.

Eyes blinked, as Azzam called my name.

"During college you learned about struggle, and patience,"

I replied with a normal smile. Not not unenthusiastic and excited just that the eyelids are heavy, the muscles can not pull.

"Of all the differences you encounter. There is one thing that will make us amazed, namely the beauty of Egyptian citizens who can be thumbs up. Every word that is uttered is inseparable from Rabbuna (Our Lord) or Allah, at all times we will be amazed by those who read the Qur'an’an anywhere, on the bus, in the market, in the market place, even the police read Al-Qur’an. Their love for the religion of God is worth emulating."

Azzam continued to tell stories with a straight forward look. While my eyes were completely holding my cat back, many times my head was swaying up and down, like a baby cat. The body also somewhat refused the invitation of the eyes. I've tried my best to keep my eyelids from closing. However, just once blinking, the eyelids do not want to be invited to compromise stuck with the lower eyelid. The eyes were finally closed as well, hugged a beautiful night, with the position of the body still sitting leaning on the car seat.

"Nisa, is there any intention to go to college there after graduation?"

Azzam waited a few minutes for Nisa's answer, but was never heard.

"Sina?"

There is still no lawfulness. Azzam moved his head and glanced towards Dhanisa. He could only smile amusedly when he found his wife was asleep with her head leaning to the side of the car glass.

A few minutes later.

Azzam's car entered the yard. He looked at the face of his wife who had fallen asleep.

Azzam, who did not want to disturb Dhanisa's sleep, walked out from behind the wheel of the car and unlocked the door and left it open. Just walked back to the side of the car and opened the door on Nisa's left side. Azzam raised his wife's body.

Azzam carried Nisa's body, and took her to his room. After putting it to bed. He opened the bag and shoes that were still attached to his wife's body and pulled the blanket to the chest of Nisa. Azzam sat down for a while next to him and stroked the head of Nisa slowly, then briefly peeked at his wife's sleeping forehead.