The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 54. Hope

"The raisin brownies are ripe!" exclaimed mom took out the baking sheet from the oven. The baby-beak woman smiled widely as the fragrant aroma of her homemade cake filled the kitchen.

"Humm, it smells good! What are you doing?" I said when entering the kitchen room was immediately greeted with a very fragrant aroma of mother-made cakes.

Mom looked at me for a moment. "Mom just finished making brownies" she said from two meters away.

I who had just finished jogging in the afternoon immediately approached the mother who was arranging her brownies.

"Hem, I think it's good, Mom."

I cooed the top of the brownie cake that was still in the baking pan. However, mother quickly brushed off my hand, while incubating in annoyance.

"Hmm Nisa, don't bother the mother's cake. You haven't washed your hands yet, have you?"

"He-he," I'm grieving wide.

My hand plays the spatula by banging it into an empty pan.

"Mom?" call me, while looking at the activity of mother decorating brownies. I close my body to Mom.

"Mom" I said again this time right in her ear.

"What, Nisa?"

A pair of my arms had already encapsulated mother's waist. I put my chin on his right shoulder, being spoiled.

"Why, put on the arms of the mother of all things Nisa," mother loosened her shoulders, where I leaned my chin. "If it's like this there must be a desire, I know," enraged the mother, whose statement is true. I was persuading my mother to help me.

"He-he. I know, I know" I grinned.

"Yes youah. I've been home with Nisa for a long time, I've memorized all Nisa's gestures, whether it's lying, honestly, there's a want. All mom knows."

I still feel at home hugging my mother's waist spoiled. Without caring that actually sweat has soaked my body after jogging.

"Mom... "

"There is no need to call Trus. To the point, what do you want?"

I scratched my forehead. "Help Nisa dong."

"What help? After mom ah, I want to cook for dinner first." I patted my hand that was still on my stomach.

I nodded without changing my position. "No. Help Nisa first" my whine, can not be separated from hugging mother from behind."

"Bantuin Nisa, special cooking masakin for brother" I whispered very lyrically to mother's ears.

Mom chuckles softly. "Hmm basic, if you want to just directly pretend good, enter the kitchen to help but there is a want. Try not to exist, enter the kitchen was lazy."

"Mother doesn't know Nisa." I'm saddening back.

"Kok mom smelled sour." Mom started to snort at the unpleasant smell.

I scratched my nape. "Nisa's out jogging, not in the shower" I gave a wide grin.

Mom is braking. "Udah ah there, shower!"

"No, say yes to help Nisa."

"Yes. Take a quick shower!"

I ran quickly to the bathroom.

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"Doctor Sarah's sick?" Ask someone to make Sarah who is massaging her temple look up. Nurse Dinda came in and brought me a list of patients to check.

"Just a little dizzy, "he answered while drinking a little water from the tumbler. "Many patients, Din?"

The 20-year-old nurse nodded. "It seems like it will be non-stop before the break, Doc," said Dinda staring at the pile of patient cards on the table that she just brought from the registration place.

Sarah sighed, it seemed like today was quite exhausting for her. "Yes, just enjoy Din," cried Sarah cheered herself.

True what Dinda said until the break, he was still busy dealing with patients who needed quick treatment. Now it is the season of the transition, hot afternoon, suddenly afternoon or night rains. Especially children who do not have strong immunity.

The woman took off her white coat while stretching her muscles. His eyes looked open and displayed the figure of Dinda freshly finished from the bathroom.

"Doctor Sarah, Dr. Erna asked me to see Dr. Sarah, she said something would be said."

"Where's Doctor Erna? Already come?"

Dinda nodded. "Bust come, Doc. Now it's in his room."

"Where I go, Din." Sarah stepped up while carrying her white coat with alkes. The navy veiled woman smiled, greeting the patients waiting in the waiting room.

"Doctor Erna!" sarah shouted as her eyes caught the figure of the woman who had just come out of the room that she really wanted to go to.

Doctor Erna stopped her steps and turned around. Both corners of her lips seemed to smile as she watched Sarah walk towards him. Doctor Erna, the woman walked towards the outpatient room located at the end.

"Corn, Doc," said Sarah, smiling politely. Dr. Erna is a specialist at a young age. One of the doctors he admired in his place of work, because he could carry out his role as a wife, mother also a specialist doctor without compromising each other.

"She's Doctor Sarah" said back to Dr. Erna.

"What's up Doc? Dinda said earlier, The doctor asked to be found in the room."

"Today I may ask, for a brief check of the patient in the Jasmine room on behalf of Ms. Salamah as I have to go to the operating room at this time."

"Oh yes, Mom. Yes it's okay. I just happen to be a little loose after this."

After the conversation, Sarah walked straight to Melati's ward. When he got there, Sarah just remembered that in the room Melati where Umi Salamah was cared for.

Wearing a white sneli, with a stethoscope hanging around the neck. Sarah stepped in and approached the woman lying on the sickly bed. His eyes were closed with the infusion still stuck to his wrist.

On the other hand, Fikri—the first child umi Salamah was stepping gontai towards the room where her mother was cared for. He walks while replying to messages on WhatsApp. After receiving the message, he immediately sped up the pace, it seemed that something was important.

Today he changed shif with his brother who took turns waiting for his mother. Abah cannot at all times keep the Umi Salamah because it must teach its students.

Bruk!

Suddenly Fikri accidentally hit someone who was also about to come out of the same room. The plastic bag that the man was carrying fell down. Some fruit on the floor.

"Oh, sorry, Doc," said Fikri while picking up the fallen fruit. Without seeing who he hit because he was busy picking up the scattered fruit but at a glance he saw, the man wearing white clothes was more appropriate like a doctor.

"Yes, it's okay. Let me help you." The doctor also helped clean up some apples lying around.

After the whole fruit is put back in a clear plastic bag. Fikri looked up at the doctor and immediately gawked with his mouth slightly open.

How not, the figure of the female doctor in front of him was enough to make Fikri amazed, the doctor in white clothes wearing navy khimar made his face contrast once, let alone his cheeks and lips.

Fikri got up and stood up still throwing a smile, his eyes were not easy to see the doctor in front of him.

The long hijab he wore was blown by the wind so that it made a graceful impression as best as it seemed from the doctor he accidentally hit earlier.

"Haloo" He waved his hand right in front of Fikri who was still stunned and melingo like a fool.

"Sorry Doc." Fikri tried to act ordinary again.

"Yes that's okay," a smile bloomed on his face. "I just checked the condition of Umi Salamah" he said later.

"How is my umi?"

"Alhamdulillah, Umi you are good and the condition is stable, no one needs to worry."

Fikri smiled, then turned to look at him. "Alhamdulillah. I'm glad to hear it."

"Did you know, Fikri." Fikri raised his hand to get acquainted.

Fikri's hands were warmly welcomed. "Tidad."

"You're his brother, umi?"

Fikri chuckles. "No, I'm his son."

"Kids? Then you're Azzam's brother, huh?"

Fikri nodded. "Doctor Sarah knows Azzam?"

"Yes, he was my college friend first."

Fikri saw the clock. At 12.02. "It's a break now, right, Doctor? This means that the doctor does not have hours to serve the patient. How about we talk for a minute."

Fikri tries to take the space to get to know Doctor Sarah. He pulled out a chair and invited Sarah to sit with him.

"Today Azzam didn't come?" ask Sarah about.

"I'm with Azzam making ration-sharing shifts to wait for umi in the hospital."

"When will Azzam be here?"

Fikri frowned, apparently he realized that Doctor Sarah was expecting that there was Azzam here. "Doctor why seem so excited about asking Azzam Trus?" ask Fikri wonder.

Sarah rubbed her face slowly. "Oh, no."

"Don't I know how long the doctor's been working here?"

"It's been about two weeks. At first, I opened a small boutique at home. But suddenly an open mind came back to devote itself as a doctor," Sarah explained briefly. "Oh yes by the way how Ms. Soraya. When will I get married? Because that time Azzam with Soraya came to fittings bridal clothes in the boutique."

"Soraya's brother will have two more weeks to implement the agreement" said Fikri. "Azzam hasn't invited, doctor?"

Sarah sniffed her shoulders. "Not yet."

"Then let me invite the doctor." Fikri Kekeh. "That's God willing in two weeks. I'll hold Saturday together with the reception at the Latansa hotel."

"Tell me also with Doctor Sarah's husband, yes" continued Fikri question. Actually, the sentence only wanted to be used by Fikri to find out whether Sarah's doctor was married or not, if indeed he did not necessarily have the opportunity to approach Doctor Sarah.

"Thank you for the invitation. But to invite my husband maybe I can't."

Hearing Sarah's sentence, Fikri let out a faint sigh. 'It turns out that Doctor Sarah has a husband. That means there's no chance for me to get close to Sarah. Naturally, women as beautiful and graceful as Sarah may not have a life partner. There are a lot of men approaching him. I admit Doctor Sarah is a woman figure sought after all this time, although new to know, I feel she is a woman who humble, her small and soft voice makes who heard her like a wither.' her inner.

"How do I want to ask my husband, just get married yet, Fikri. No man wants to whip me yet" guyon Sarah laughed softly.

Fikri frowned, and laughed afterwards. "There may not be a man who wants to menghitah women and as gentle as Doctor Sarah, already beautiful, smart again," said Fikri.

"I'm just interested in the Doctor, " murmured Fikri, keceplosan.

Sarah's forehead wrinkled. "What did you just say Fikri."

Fikri scratched the part of his head.

Their chatter was interrupted as the Umi started to squirm showing a reaction. Fikri and Sarah inched closer to the side of the bed.

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