The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 46. Caught

The sun crawled down, changing its color to yellowish twilight. Soon afternoon will be picked up tonight. I picked up some clothes and stuffed them into a medium-sized backpack. Preparing to evacuate to Umi's house tonight for three nights only, according to Azzam's request.

Video call notification via incoming skype.

"Assalamu'alaikum mother's son," mother's voice greeted from across there.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I said greeting Hamidah's mother with a look no less happy. I've been seeing my mother's face for three weeks. Usually, my mother just calls me on a regular phone.

"Mom why just contacted Nisa again anyway. Nisa kangen," my tone with a little spoiled with them. Honestly, I miss them very much. Even though only as foster parents, they still treat me like their biological child.

"Oh, sorry baby. Mother and father are still busy," mother's voice sounded a little disappointed when telling her the reason.

I frowned. "When can mom and dad go home?"

"You don't know, baby" said Mother.

"Sina?" ahsan's father's voice called me. "She's healthy, son?"

Hearing Ahsan's father's greeting face scowled me instantly vanished. I smiled back happily, looking at Ahsan's father's face from the phone. He seemed very happy to see me again even via Skype.

"Healthy, dad. When to return to Indonesia. Nisa feels lonely there is no father," I said whining.

I really like to spoil it with Ahsan's father. He's a good father and gentle manners. Ahsan's father has a level that is almost similar to my real father, understandably they are indeed brothers, brothers, so if I miss my dad I'll just see Uncle Ahsan's face because I feel like I saw my own father.

"Dad can't go back to Indonesia, dear father's son. How's Nisa's household doing okay, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yes"

"Alhamdulillah. How do you feel about staying alone with Azzam?"

I smiled broadly. "Yes, it's just that Nisa's as good as her brother!"

"Why?" ask dad.

"Nisa, always got a talk, Dad," I said complaining to my father, whom he responded with some piety from his mother.

"That's why Nisa as a wife must obey and obey the husband, do not like negbbatah," the mother's voice said.

I grunt. "Gee! I'm glad to see Nisa like this! Azzam's mother was completely destitute. The vow! Bosen Nisa is told to stay home. Nisa wants to find another guy ah who is exciting!" I said provoke.

I was sure after hearing my words. I'm definitely going to chatter. It's his habit that I speak strangely.

"Hust, what are you talking about? Thank goodness for what you have now. In life, people really expect to be able to go through the sacred period of marriage with just one Nisa! Here you want to find another man." Mom was shaking wildly.

I guessed he-he. I held back a little bit of my chuckling as mom chattered.

"Sina?" Ahsan's father took over the phone that mom held.

"Yes, Dad."

"Even though Nisa is 18 years old and married, but I see Nisa is still like my uncle's little daughter. Still adhering to its potent nature."

I turned wide, embarrassed.

"Son, I want to ask if Nisa is angry with you and mom after we decided to marry Nisa to Azzam?"

"It used to be, but now it's not he-he," I grinned as I opened the books on the Azzam desk.

I saw from the screen of my phone looking at my mother while fixing the location of her glasses.

"To be honest we both just want Nisa to be a better woman, get to know and understand religion, get closer to God. And we are sure Azzam will be able to guide Nisa. Nisa wants to be Sholeh's son?"

I'm silent, haven't asked Dad a question.

"For parents are certainly so happy to have children who are sholeh and sholeh because it is the desire and hope of every parent. Having children who are sholeh and sholeh they will be prayed for by their children and it becomes a provision for parents to get practices that never break even though they are dead."

From Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu ‘anhu, Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘Alaihi Wasallam said, More,

"If someone dies, all his charity will be cut off except 3 things: alms, knowledge that benefits, and children who pray for him.” (CHR. Muslim 1631, Nasai 3651, and others).

In addition, Allah also says in Surah At-Thur verse 21, meaning:

"Those who believe, and whose posterity follow them in faith, We connect their posterity with them, and We do not deduct the least from their charitable reward.” (QS. Athur: 21).

"Is that so Dad?" I sat with my chin up with one hand. There was one thought that came up. I didn't feel like a dutiful child until my father and mother died.

"Hello, Nisa?"

"Dad, Nisa wants to be a devoted child. Nisa wants to be a godson who can pray for Nisa's father and mother there."

"But dad, can Nisa still be filial with Nisa's parents?" connect again.

Dad pulled the corner of his lips to form a smile, and again said softly, "Nisa can still practice devotion to them. Although Nisa's parents are dead. The way of filial piety to the dead parents is to pray and ask forgiveness for their sins."

I nodded, hearing my father's words.

"Additional from Mother yes, in addition to filial with parents Nisa also need to be filial with her husband ya." The mother sitting next door chimed in on the father's words.

"Hm" I replied briefly.

"Don't hm. Listen to what we're saying!" ketus.

I grunt. "Yes Nisa's stepmother is a prankster," my guyon for a moment.

"Ham, great."

"Just one message from Dad, son. Do not devote yourself to your husband. Make yourself a paradise for your husband. Love and respect Nisa's husband as Nisa loves both parents. Remember that! The wrath of the husband is God's wrath, so honor him in obedience and kindness. Yes Nak?" gentle father advises.

I nodded briefly, then moved from sitting when I heard a scream from outside calling out to me. I close myself to the side of the window. Peering from behind the curtains that I had originally closed tightly.

*fey!

Why else would it be anak*? I said muttering.

"Why, Nisa?" ask me when I hear you mumble.

"Ahm, there's someone outside of you."

"Who? Fey?" ask dad, and I think you heard my mumbling.

"Yes,"

"Nisa? You still walk around with Fey!?" mother's voice asked from across.

"Ih, I'm accusing you!" I said avoid the mother's accusation.

"Yes, moreover. Don't worry that Azzam isn't home you can go out with your boyfriend, Nisa!" mom's voice rose, when I found out I still see Fey a lot.

"Mom, Fey was just Nisa's friend. He may be necessary" I said in denial of mother's statement. Even though I'm lying.

Nisa, I beg you to come out now! I want to explain everything, if I have nothing to do with Requeen because I just love and love you!! You will always be my girlfriend!

Shouted Fey from the outside so loudly. I closed my eyes tightly, clenching my teeth. Fey's behavior really pisses me off. In this way mom and dad would have heard that scream and I'm even sure soon mom would be more angry than ever.

"Sina?" I saw from the phone screen that mom stared glaring, I didn't dare to look at my own phone. "Nisa don't you think I didn't hear what Fey said! Now I want to ask you"

"Does Nisa have anything to do with Fey?"

I guess I already thought

I'm biting the nail end. What do I have to answer?

"What is mom's relationship? Nisa does have a relationship with Fey, a friendly relationship," I lie.

Mom shakes. "lik! " cut mom fast. "You don't think mom knows. You have more to do with Fey than that, right?"

"You're dating Fey, Nisa!?" connect the mother again with an explosive sound. To the point that I jumped in shock and eyes opened wide. I'm gasped.

I closed my eyes for a second. Neutralize my anxious thoughts and feelings. I don't know what to say and explain what to Mom.

"Why silence!? You want to find an excuse!?"

Dad gave me a code so I could talk quietly and quietly. Not long after that, I spoke again.

"Son, is it true what your mother thought?" father slowly asked. "Say you're wrong, son!"

I took a deep breath, putting up the full courage to admit everything. "Dad, I'm sorry Nisa because what you said was true."

Dad held both temples. "Astagfirullah Nisa's. What are you doing, son. Nisa knows it's Nisa's sin."

I nibbled under my lips, when I saw my father's expression was so disappointed with my attitude.

"What does Azzam know?"

I shook my head quickly.

Father shook his head many times, I heard my father take the privilege after hearing my confession.

"Mom, I'm sorry, Dad" I said I felt guilty.

"Nisa, don't apologize to mom and dad. But apologize to your husband and ask God for forgiveness."

"Nisa, if you never forbid Nisa to be friends with anyone including Fey. But now Nisa must know the status of Nisa has become a wife. Nisa should know how to take care of a wife. Why did Nisa make that mistake? What is the lack of Azzam."

Dad swallowed his saliva and continued to say, "Dad deliberately chose Azzam as Nisa's husband because I know Azzam male sholeh. He will glorify his wife with the love he has. If not for love, I believe Azzam will still glorify you and be fair. And I entrusted that to Azzam. But even you didn't keep your husband's trust, Nisa."

I bowed silently. While Mother still continues to babble is unclear. I don't know what the two of them are talking about there. They both seemed to be negotiating with a lowered voice.

Father mendehem tried to neutralize his voice back. Ahsan was trying to be patient and unemotional like Bu Hamidah.

"Nisa, now meet Fey and tell him to come home. If you've gone to pack things and go to the house umi," pinta father then. "If that's what Dad closed his skype first. Assalamu'alaikum."

I must be very disappointed by what I did. When he hung up the phone, his face was not pleasant, and Mom immediately left. Mother was probably the most wrathful. "Wa'alaikumsalam"

I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth. Fey! my wrath says his name.

With quick steps, I went out to meet Fey. Right in the doorway my steps stopped. Fey suddenly comes with a bouquet of flowers.

"Nis, I'm sorry," he said while kneeling in front. "I'm not wrong, I beg you not to act cold like that. How many days have you not picked up my phone."

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't have to be dramatic. Wake up!" I said indifferently. "I don't think there's anything to talk about anymore. Mending you home! Because I have to go" I said without looking at Fey.

"No! I won't go until you're sorry!" fey said insistent.

I took a heavy breath. Fey makes me so mad, he's so stubborn. There was no choice but to agree to Fey's request. If it wasn't the case, he wouldn't have walked out of my sight. I'm sick.

"Yes. Now you get up and go home."

Fey woke up instantly. Staring at both my beads intensely. I didn't return that look, I'd rather see another object than face Fey.

"This is your favorite flower." She gave the flower in her lap. "Thank you" he smiled.

I forced a smile on my face.

My hand that was still at the side grabbed it and put the bouquet in the lap of the hand. I just kept quiet to see what he was doing. Lucky not long after, I saw Brother Fikri coming to pick me up. At least I have a reason to throw him out.

"Mending you home now. I've been picked up!" I looked towards Fikri's brother who had just parked the motor in the side garage. Fey moved his head to the side.

"Where are you going?" ask Fey then.

"I want to stay at the aunt's house."

Fey only replied to her with a short nod. "Yes, I'll go home first. Assalamu'alaikum," he said before passing by on his motorcycle.

I just went back inside, after Fey's bike came out of the yard and disappeared from behind the fence.

"Nisa come," cried Abang Fikri from the top of his motorcycle.

"Yes, bang a moment."

The flowers I gave Fey I kept at the study table and went to pick up my conscious bag next to the nightstand. After making sure each part is locked tightly starting from the door of the room and window. I walked out.

"Everything locked?" brother Fikri asked, seeing that I had appeared from behind the door with a backpack.

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"Dad how about we just bring Nisa here, and forget about their wedding" Mom said as she gave Dad a warm cup of coffee.

"Mom doesn't know how to convey this to Hamzah's family. Even though our good intentions only want to re-attach family relationships by marrying them. Even we beg. Thank God they agreed. But what will they feel when they know their child is being played. Try to think," continued the mother in frustration.

"May the child play with another man" mummified the mother, grumbling with annoyance.

I took a patient breath. "You mean our mother asked the two of them to separate?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But, are you sure? Is this the only way, ma'am?"

"For what reason is it maintained that one of them cannot maintain trust. Some of you know why Nisa did it because she doesn't like this marriage."

"Yes, dad knows. We forced Nisa to accept an arranged marriage, and Nisa did not love Azzam at all. However, it is not as time goes by that sense will exist. Because they're always together, aren't they?"

"Yes, Dad. But look at the evidence now. That's not all happening. Nisa hurt her husband. How about Azzam tau."

Ahsan's father was very strange, confused by this situation.

"Dad, don't shut up"

"Yes, I'm thinking this!"

I looked at my father with a serious face. He drew his face closer and softly moved. "What tomorrow after we go to Indonesia to pick up Nisa and meet Hamzah's family. Let's explain everything," said the mother for a moment.

"But how is the story. All right, we came asking that they both get divorced. We better hear Azzam's decision."

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