The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 53. Searching for Ways

Sarah sat back in the chair and directed her full attention to a mobile screen that featured women wearing doctor suits. It's Eliza. His best friend when koas first. The difficulty of medical college they feel together, until they choose the same place.

"No patients, Sarah?" eliza's question was answered by Sarah.

Now his friend has worked in one of the polyclinics on campus, precisely in Bandung.

"It's not like it's a break."

From the screen of Sarah's phone saw Eliza checking her wrist watch.

"Oh yesiya. The clock breaks apparently."

Sarah knew that her friend was undergoing LDM with her husband. Six months ago, the alumni of a class group and koas group were in a frenzy when suddenly Eliza sent a video containing a digital invitation. She is currently pregnant with her first child.

Sarah propped her chin up with both hands, saying with a hearty tone. "So I want to wait for my husband to come home from work too, but his form has not been seen." Sarah paused then her hand folded in half on the table. His face is on the phone screen. With a serious look Sarah asked. "Where do you think my soul mate is, Za?"

"Still kept in the safe may be Sarah" Eliza replied curiously and then chuckled.

"Where do you want a guy? Let me find I have a lot of colleagues here, young doctors who are still single are many. Ntar I send the photos, you just choose to be in taarufin with which one"

Sarah raised her head back. "No. I don't want to get that doctor profession anymore."

"You're still traumatized by what happened? Doctor Gabriel— Time"

"Stop don't mention that name anymore!" press Sarah. He really does not like the man who hurt him to be mentioned.

"Yes-iya sorry. I didn't mean to open your old wounds Sarah. But how are you feeling now? Have you opened your heart to the men out there?"

"Come, Za. I am confused by how I feel right now." Sarah threw away her gaze.

"Sarah, age always increases, and life goes on. Don't you want to have a family and have children?"

Sarah looked at her friend's face from the screen with a huffed look. "It's not that I don't want to and shut myself down to accept other men. I'm just being selective."

"Yes selective selective, only you also consider your fate dong, not because you are busy being a voter woman until you become a woman who does not marry" Eliza advised.

"Za, it's actually wrong not to feel me, when I like a married man."

From the screen, Eliza immediately brought her face closer to the phone screen. "Sarah, don't tell me you want to be an actor!"

Sarah grunts. "It is true that your mind is far away, Eliza. I don't think about being that kind of woman."

"Alhamdulillah. I also can't be sure sholehah woman like you're an actor. But why do you say, wrong or do not like men who are married. Which wife do you like?"

"There was. He was S1's college buddy first, sister level, "in short.

"Actually not wrong. What's wrong is that man why he can make you

love it with her."

"How do you think?"

"I think, yes, you just try to tell her how you feel" Eliza suggested.

"But Sarah, are you sure? I'm afraid you're heartbroken again. When he refuses you."

Sarah was silent, thinking about what Eliza said. He must accept that reality. Azzam is married.

But, how right Azzam would say that. If I reveal everything. Do I have to prepare to release him, and swallow the bitter pill back.

What if I become his second wife?

***

All the students rushed out of the class with displays of fatigue.

"Damn! The jihan! Wait for me," I shouted to Jihan, while slightly running after Jihan who came out of the classroom in a hurry. I tried to equalize my footsteps with Jihan.

Jihan grunting. "Why, Nisa?"

"You're gonna cuekin me anyway? You still angry? It was just a misunderstanding and I'm sorry too" I said frowning as I folded my hands in front of my chest.

"Cuekin what? The proof is I'm still responding to your words?" refute Jihan.

"Trus why isn't your face so good?" my tent.

"No, I'm normal" said Jihan.

I raised my little finger. "If so, can we still be humble?"

Jihan slightly pulled the corner of her lips, and only formed a faint smile.

"Yes" Jihan linked her little finger with her little finger. I smile sumringah.

The two of us walked back to the school gate with the other students. "Who did you pick up, Jihan?"

"That" Jihan pointed at her brother who had been holding a motorcycle in front of the school gate. "You must be with Ustadz Azzam right?"

"Yes," I said briefly, playing my fingers. "Jihan, ustadz Azzam is still angry with me because of the incident." I'm a little venting.

"Continue?"

"Yes trus. You have no solution about what I did so that Ustadz Azzam would not be angry with me anymore? How to apologize, so he'll forgive me."

Jihan paused for a moment, thinking. "You're eating together."

I grunt. "Well I don't have much capital to make eating events so. Is there another way?"

"You give me chocolate as much as flowers" Jihan suggested next. Then step back.

"Related?" I'm not sure about Jihan's advice. "When it doesn't work? You have any other backup ideas?"

Jihan shook her head. "No idea. Why don't you just apologize, you're usually sorry."

I shook my head slowly. "Neh ah ... "

"Why?"

"I'm scared."

Jihan laughed softly. "Huh-ha... Since when are you afraid to apologize, Nisa?"

I'm silent.

"Since I married Ustadz Azzam"

Jihan back chuckles. "Or don't you search the internet for the most romantic way of apologizing" said Jihan who ended up throwing a smile.

"If the edges ask for help mbah google minglingan I did not need to ask advice with you, just directly with mbah google." I thumped furiously.

Jihan scratched her forehead. "Judah, it's up to you that I've clearly helped. You just choose which one. Never say again, I am a friend who does not care about the fate of his own friend," Jihan pressed at the end of her sentence.

"Yes. Is it." I finally gave up on Jihan.

"Jihan, thank you for understanding me." I looked at Jihan seriously.

"Hm, I'm just listening to my heart, we're friends anyway. There's no point in me getting mad at you either." Jihan smiled, after which Jihan left me.

This afternoon was a bit cloudy, the wind was blowing fiercely. Flying the street dust, tree branches swayed violently when hit by a storm.

I still sit at the stop by myself. Waiting for Ustadz Azzam. The clock has shown at 16.05 WIB. Students are so lonely, here live only me, while in the school environment there are only underclassmen who carry out extracurricular school.

Not long after the Azzam car stopped right in front of me. Suddenly I felt a pounding, my heart beating irregularly I became afraid to get into the car. This morning, I didn't actually leave with Azzam, I took public transport. And today I took the initiative to meet Azzam in the teacher's room to bring him home together. Even though I had to endure the embarrassment, when the teachers looked at me with a smile. I'm just trying to thicken my face. Including when I cross paths with Ms. Lydia. Unlike my other teachers, Ms. Lydia displayed an unusual look. Yes, maybe she does not like it, when I am in the position as the wife of the man she likes, not her.

I woke up from sitting. My hand grabbed the textbook next door. Before I got into the car, I looked up afraid that something was left behind. After making sure, I opened the side door of the car.

"Assalamu'alaikum.."I said hello to Azzam, when I got into the car.

Azzam remained silent. 'He must have answered the greeting inwardly' I tried to neutralize myself, trying to calm down. Not nervous.

No conversation lasted for a few minutes. The atmosphere in the car was quiet.

I clasped my hand tightly, I confusedly thought of the idea of asking her to speak.

"Dude."

Azzam's brother did not give any reaction.

"Did you?"

"Hm"

I am glad that Azzam is finally ready to respond to my call.

"Hm... " Ouch! Now I'm the groggy one, and at last want to say something. "Date, Nisa will..." My eyes are a little closed. Did I say directly. "May ..."

Azzam mendehem, while I squeeze my stomach. "I think it's good to eat meatballs." I muttered, not continuing the unfinished sentence earlier.

Right now, I really want to eat meatballs when Azzam's car passes through a meatball wagon that's on the side of the road.

To be honest I was very hungry, it seems that waiting for Azzam two hours really makes me hungry.

Without talking Azzam immediately pulled over his car right where the meatballs were going.

I scrunched my forehead, after realizing that Azzam's car had stopped and pulled over on the side of the road. Actually I was just muttering, I did not ask Azzam to obey my wishes.

I got out of the car following Azzam who had already approached the father of the meatballs.

"Sir, the meat is two," Azzam asked the party gents.

I just kept watching what Azzam was doing. He sits on a prepared plastic bench. Azzam sat quietly watching the passing vehicle. Unlike Azzam I was more interested in seeing the meatball seller was concocting meatballs order. Sometimes I also glance at Azzam who looks calm, a plain shirt colored dongker already rolled a little at the end.

The wind still blows hard. Small leaves are easily lifted carried by the wind. I realized something was dirtying Azzam's hair.

"Abang, there are leaves" I said as I picked up the leaves that were stuck on the hair, while tidying up Azzam's hair that was disheveled by hand. From this close distance, the look on my husband's face was so clear.

Azzam turned his head as I tidied his hair with my hands.

"Udah is clean," I commented after tidying Azzam's hair, we were indeed sitting next to each other now my position was charging towards him.

Azzam rubbed his hair, after I looked at him.

Not long, two bowls of meatballs have been delivered by the father of the party. Me and Azzam compactly say thank you. After each one was in his hands.

"Huft, hot!" my word.

I immediately looked up when the bowl with the picture of a rooster in my hand had disappeared. Azzam has taken over, the man pulled another bench to be right in front of me.

"Well," said Azzam after putting my bowl on the bench he had just taken. Afterwards, Azzam bribed his meatballs. The meatballs did not provide a table, maybe because he was selling around and would be troublesome for the father of the meatball.

While I was still fixated on seeing Azzam, this was my first time, I heard Azzam spit out a sentence from his mouth even though it was short. Brother Azzam has been a quiet, cold figure for two days. If I ask sometimes only answered with a nod or deheman only.

Isha! It's hard to persuade men to sulk.

***

I glanced at Azzam who was already in bed while reading a book like he used to when I started getting to know his habits in early marriage.

My eyes looked back at the laptop. I was thinking about what Jihan suggested this afternoon. In the search engine I type how to apologize on google. Afterwards line up the article that appeared when I typed the word.

Finally I chose an article titled Tips creatively apologizing accompanied by 8 inspirational gifts for him

Sometimes I feel stupid myself when I follow Jihan's advice. But I still try to follow his advice.

1. His favorite food

2. A collection of photos of memories in the form of hearts

3. Clown rental

4. Singer rental

5. Recorded doll

6. Buy concert tickets

7. Tourist holiday ticket

8. Flowers accompanied by poetry

As long as I digest every sentence the author writes, I frown. Of the 8 tips there is nothing suitable, but maybe tips number 1 and number 8 I can try.

"Ups, but I'm not good at writing poetry. And for the 1st tip, I could have cooked Azzam's favorite meal by asking for help from my mother" I murmured inwardly.

I smile brightly, at least I already have two alternatives that I can use to soften Azzam's heart. Once I felt enough, I immediately closed my laptop and went to bed.

I turned my head, saw Azzam.

"What do you read?" I began to question, with the position of the head leaning on the head of the bed. I pulled the blanket to my stomach.

Azzam looked at it. "Books."

Azzam's reply made me snort angrily, but I tried to be stoic and patient. 'The toddler knows that what I read is my inner book.

Azzam closed his book and put it on the nightstand next to the bed. He went to the work desk.

"Laptops are not in use, right? Brother wanted to check the email for a while," asked Azzam while the laptop was still on the table, in sleep mode.

I who had just shuffled, buried my head in the pillow was surprised instead of playing. When Azzam asked me a question.

Brother Azzam spoke to me? Whoa... I felt a little relieved, although he spoke similar to when he was teaching in class, stiff and cold.

I accept it as the answer. When I closed my eyes, I remembered something.

"Oh my God, I haven't cleaned up my search engine, how about Azzam look. Well, why are you so stupid, Nisa"

Azzam turned the laptop back on, a few minutes later he was smiling indistinctly when he saw the search history today.

How to apologize to a couple that must be known husband and wife

10 ways to apologize that melt his heart

10 Apologies for a meaningful husband

7 ways to apologize to him when you make a fatal mistake.

Creative apology tips accompanied by 8 inspirational gifts for him

From the direction of the bed, I observed Azzam's face. I see a silent smile. I patted my eel. Azzam must have read it all.