The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 47. Is it Missing?

I just pressed the TV remote button. Not until a minute I saw the show, I moved back looking for another broadcast. That's just what I keep doing. I don't know how many times I changed stations. All the shows are nothing interesting to me. I finally pressed the red button, and the glowing television screen turned black.

I exhaled loudly, and threw my back at the seat of the sofa. Netra my eyes stared at the clinking clock.

I don't know why Azzam left home the day before. But I've been feeling lonely. Maybe because no friends are invited to fight anymore. Usually it is not a day for me and Azzam without making a fuss, even if it is trivial. The huft!

I rubbed my face rough. Argh, why do I have this feeling! I miss Azzam.

I pull my hand in any direction. Plis Nisa, Azzam's only gone a day and she'll be back the next day. Why you should be so nervous and upset.

Nope! Nope! This must be the wrong feeling! It's just an illusion that my brain makes because it's tired all day with the school routine, not to mention the impromptu tests requested by Ustadz Imron that replaced the subjects that Bang Azzam taught earlier. Huff!

I stepped lazily into the room. This room is Abang Azzam's room. There were not many items attached to the wall there were only two calligraphy carvings, the rest were clean. Netra my eyes caught a picture frame located on the nightstand.

I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the framed photo. It felt cold, as my hand felt the surface of the frame glass. The man in this photo, smiling in a dark jacket, against the backdrop of a skyscraper, I think this is a photo Azzam took when he was studying in Egypt. I unconsciously smiled, looking at this photo.

I put the photo back and took the phone lying next to it. My hands are a little doubtful. It took me to call her just to hear Azzam's voice.

"Ah, not ah! Later ge-er's brother again, thought I might miss!" I put the phone back where it was.

Not a second until the phone rings. Without seeing the name on the screen I immediately shifted the green panel.

"Hello, brother" I said so excitedly.

"Heloww, it's not wrong that you call me brother. You should call me mbak or ayuk," chirped the voice behind the phone.

I frowned, raising the phone right in front of my face. Read the name of the caller. J.I.H.A.N, I said spelling his name one-on-one.

"Eh, you're Jihan, sorry I thought who," I replied after putting the flat object back into the ear.

"What do you think, who's calling?"

"nothing important. Now what are you talking about?" I brushed off Jihan's question. No need for him to know about whose phone I'm expecting right now.

"Nisa, did you see the comic book I brought?" jihan's voice riled.

The huft! it's not important just to ask her comic. "Yes my. You call these nights just want the comic doang? Why is it so great that the reading is still comic."

"Yee, why? All books can be reading material, right!? And it's not just any comic, it's got a philosophy that knows for me"

"Arrg, whatever. I obviously don't know" my son.

"Gee! Yes already. Assalamu'alaikum."

Jihan hung up on her phone call.

I exhaled a tired breath. The strange thoughts and feelings of this moment were all draining my energy. Before long, brother Fikri's scream from outside was captured by my eardrum.

"Why Bang?"

"This is a package he said for you," said Abang Fikri gave a brown parcel.

"Thank you, Bang," I brought the package into the room. "Snakes, let's eat first. Everyone has gathered together" cried Abang Fikri again.

"Later on Bang. In a minute!" I screamed a little from inside.

Brother Fikri passed towards the dining table again. I saw Abah, Umi and Sis Soraya sitting at the dinner table. I have no interest in dinner myself. Curious about the contents of this package.

My hand ripped off a brown paper wrap. A white box. Cover with mobile phone. In spirit I unpacked the box

I looked up and sure enough it was a cell phone. This is even a new phone. I jumped happy.

"Who sent this?" I murmured many times back and forth but did not find his name.

Drrt...Drtts

That must be Jihan calling, that's it!

My phone has vibrated twice, the third call I picked it up.

"Ouch! Moreover, I already said that I did not find let alone take the comic. Yes already if you are still insistent, as a responsible friend tomorrow I help you find deh!" my babble is not broken.

"Assalamu'alaikum" greeted the owner of the voice with his baritone tone.

My eyes were round, why was the voice of the man I heard. I checked the name of the beggar. Azzams. I grinned wide while patting jidat. "Wa'alaikumsalam," I replied softly, it was bad for the wrong person the second time. I should be happy because instead of the time Jihan called earlier I really hope it was a phone call from Azzam. The huft!

"Nisa, what are you doing?"

"Sitting down relaxed"

"Eat already?"

"Not yet"

"Why not?

"In a moment, Nisa's not hungry yet." I took a breath for a moment. "Bang, how are you? Why'd you call Nisa now?" I bit my lips, whether I had the intention from where I asked so.

"Kan Nisa goes to school, brother just doesn't want to interfere with learning Nisa at school. So, tonight I think it's a good time to call"

"Consider being able to send Nisa a message that you've arrived. Or not early in the morning brother called Nisa. Make Nisa worry all day not telling me!" I said sulking.

I heard Azzam's brother chuckle softly.

"Why laugh, is there something funny?"

"Nisa? I'm sorry if I made Nisa worried. But brother was happy because Nisa was already worried about her brother," she cheered again.

I'm silent. Yeah-yes, since when do I worry about Azzam.

"Ng. Nisa was just surprised, tumben aja that brother did not call. Kirain Nisa's brother is at home there and can get a new crush so forget the phone."

"Nisa, can't suudzhon with a husband like that"

"Yes-iya Nisa's joking around."

"Abang, sent a messenger with Nisa at midnight last night. But maybe Nisa forgot it or hasn't read it. My brother told me that my brother arrived safely. Try Nisa check the inbox"

I grieve and scratch my head. I haven't checked the messenger. Feels like my face is hot because of embarrassment.

"Show many packages have you received yet?"

"He'em"

I stared at the cell phone box on the bed.

"There was. There was a package. It's Nisa's favorite new phone. Is that from brother?"

"Yes"

Instantly my face folds back by the time I know the sender is Azzam. "Bang, brother is great and clever. Always know what Nisa's favorite is. Love you brother!"

"Love you to baby"

Eits 'dear' what I also need to use that word. Ah, Nisa doesn't feel necessary!

"Nisa, like?"

"It's so much fun, Bang."

'All the gifts Nisa's brother likes. Including when the brother continues near Nisa. Brother is a complete package for Nisa' I said but only said in my heart while smiling indistinctly.

"Hello, Nisa, why shut up?"

"Haloo, not really"

"Yes now go eat," pinta Azzam.

"Yes, brother too" I smiled back.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

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The sound of the clanking of spoons was still heard on the dining table. I also joined them in eating.

My hand grabbed the spoon and fork, then grabbed some side dishes into the plate.

"Sina?" call uncle Hamzah.

"Yes Abah"

"How's school. Aman?" Ask your father-in-law after sipping a glass of mineral water.

"Good, abah. Safely"

Abah nodded and wiped his hands with a tissue. "Thank God."

"There was Azzam on the phone?"

"Hmm, there is," I said as I chewed on the rice that landed in my mouth.

"Azzam was very worried about Nisa. Nisa lives in her own home, she says. So, he asked permission to bring Nisa here"

I smiled rattlingly. My brother treats me like a child, but I have no problem living alone at home. It's only been three days. I can ask Jihan to accompany me at night.

"Hm that's how dad is. Which husband does not worry if his wife lives alone at home. What if something happens?" timpal Kak Soraya, who was welcomed again with Abang Fikri.

"When can we have a nephew? Sepi nih house. Abah and Umi must want grandchildren, right?" brother Fikri asked as his eyes darted towards me.

Uhuk!

I who heard that automatically choked and coughed. I drank a lot of water. Abang Fikri's words were like insinuating me.

My eyes turned to look at the faces of abah and Umi. I think they have the same dreams and hopes.

Brother Soraya patted Fikri's shoulder. "Light again programmed." Brother Soraya also threw a seductive look at me.

I felt my body shrink, felt foreign. When they all insinuate me about momongan. Ouchay! Ordeal. I am still trying to build love. Not thinking about the child. It's alive! It's alive! What everything just revolves around that. How to make life a little less monotonous.

Tonight, I am being judged with these Azzam brothers. The huft! Really be a delicious meal.

I took a breath, forcing a smile.

"Who doesn't want Fikri" Abah responded quickly.

Umi stroked my arm. "Nisa, don't think about what they say. Focus first on the study and ideals of Nisa. Don't be too forced"

I can only breathe a little. Lucky they all didn't demand too much from me. The problem of the three Azzam brothers, is that Azzam is married. Perhaps that was why the two Azzam Brothers spoke so. Soraya's sister is getting married next month. While Abang Fikri who is 32 years old until now does not know has found his girlfriend or not.

Brother Soraya nudged Abang Fikri's shoulder. "You're the one we should be asking when you find a soul mate. If you are married next month," said Kak Soraya.

"Well, how else haven't found the right one."

Abah shook his head at the confession of his first child. "Until when, son, if you want to find the right one."

Abah and Umi are old. Retirement soon. We both just want to see the children of the father quickly build the household. Quickly justify your respective partners.

"If Soraya, no Abah" said Brother Soraya, raising his hand. "There is this, too, a beard."

Fikri nailed his sister's head. "Prophe dong. If you already find a mate will also be fast brother halalin. If it takes three days to know the sermon tomorrow." Brother Figured chuckled to himself.

I also laughed softly, while occasionally still bribing the remaining rice in the dish.

"Oh yes Nisa, who was Nisa from?" Umi questioned while piling up the dishes used to eat.

"From Azzam, Umi."

"Hemm so sweet just left a day already got a package. I didn't expect it to be a quiet but romantic bontot huh," said Abang Fikri laughing loosely.

"Hmm yes." Sis Soraya cupped her hands together in the face, feeling anxious.

"That's how it pleases the wife." Abah responded and got up from his chair. "Well, let's get ready for the mosque."

Already done. I also helped to clean the dishes, wipe the dining table and help wash the dishes, which is clear at least I do not look lazy in front of Umi.

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