The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 55. All For you

I patted both my hands. "It's done," I cried excitedly.

Now my eyes were rolling out to the whole dish that had been neatly arranged on the dining table. It's all ready.

Now that the first plan has been made, continue plan two. I stepped into the room with a smile continuing to expand.

I grabbed the bag lying on the study table. Tearing up the paper flyers and writing beautiful sentences for Azzam. As long as I write, I keep smiling. I am funny myself when I read a series of sentences that I make. Ah stupid too! I hope Azzam likes it. He-he...

Already done. Now the paper turn I wrote was tucked between the flower arrangement I had prepared. The vow! This is the first time I've done this. Even with Fey, I haven't done anything like this.

I've never arranged letters with such incredible confidence. To make this series of sentences really made me think hard. Expressing the feelings translated in a beautiful set of sentences is more difficult than Ustadz Azzam asked to translate the meaning in Arabic.

"Assalamu'alaikum.". "the voice of Azzam from outside, it seems that he has returned home after performing congregational magrib prayers.

Hah brother is home!

I stepped quickly out of the room, before I hid the flowers I had prepared into the closet.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you've come home?" I greeted him with a blushing face.

Azzam did not reply, only he pulled the corner of his lips faintly. He left me still standing in the doorway. Azzam went into the room.

Actually my feelings hurt, when Azzam was cold and did not want to care about me like this. But I tried hard to get rid of that feeling all the way.

I just want, Azzam knows that I really have accepted it. I give up my heart for him at this moment. That'sallthatis.

I stepped on the tail behind Azzam who had walked first into the room. Azzam took off the peci and put it on the table.

"Date, the food is ready. Let's go out, eat together." My smile then bit my lower lip to eliminate nervousness.

Azzam stayed on the edge of the bed. I don't know what he saw on his phone. I approached and snatched the flat object from Azzam's hand when I felt ignored.

"Abang, let's eat!" my words that sound like an order, automatically make Azzam want to not follow my wishes.

I kept Azzam's cell phone on the nightstand and took his hand to the dining table.

Azzam silently looked at what was in front of him. The food is so much served, and the average of his favorite foods. Azzam picked up a plate about to scoop up the rice.

"Anything to let Nisa?" I took over the plate Azzam was holding, steaming the rice for him.

"Abang, what do you want to eat? Brother likes grilled chicken. Let Nisa get it."

Azzam hasn't confirmed it yet, but I've already taken one piece of chicken and another side dish to the Azzam plate.

Azzam just silently looked at what he was seeing right now. About what his wife did.

Inwardly, Azzam was actually happy when he saw Nisa paying attention to herself like that. Azzam was still staring at the woman who had filled his life these few months.

"Let's get eaten" I asked, sitting next to Azzam. "This is Nisa who made it special for my brother. Yeah, even though mom helped me, anyway," I'm honest.

Azzam. But the blind eye looked at the empty seat before him there should be a father and mother here to eat together.

"Where are mom and dad?"

"There was a sudden meeting he said. So after Maghrib immediately hurried to leave."

Azzam continued to brew a pinch of rice with his side dish.

I sat with my chin up and looked at Azzam. I haven't touched the plate yet.

Azzam looked over for a moment. "Why not eat?" azzam asked as I kept quiet, watching the food in front.

I'm shaking. "No. Nisa's full of food, '" I said smiling.

Azzam grabbed a plate and also brought rice for me. "Well, eat. I won't eat Nisa's sick."

I guess he won't care about me anymore.

Dirty dishes I carried to the kitchen, then continued to clean the dining table after we finished eating.

After the washed dishes were arranged on the plate rack and table was also kinclong. I walked into the living room to watch Azzam watching television there.

I was actually confused to see what he was doing. The television ahead is on. But in his hand he holds a book. Is he actually reading or watching? But it doesn't feel important to think about that. Now I want to continue with my second plan.

Step into the room and take a fresh rose flower with a string of sentences that I have made.

I read for a moment the words I made.

It's not interesting, I muttered to myself.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Huf! I can!" I encouraged myself to try to toughen up, my heart was now pounding violently. I fear. Exceeding my fears when Mr. Herwin, the super teacher fiercely shouted at us who broke the rules and was punished by cleaning the school toilet.

"Bang," I slowly called out to him.

Azzam. The book in his hand was removed, the black frame-attached minus glasses were removed and placed on top of the book. I took a sitting position near him.

"Abang, Nisa wants to apologize about what happened back then." I held out a flower in front of her.

Azzam only looked at the flower I delivered in silence. Then his gaze was dropped onto my face again, within a few seconds our eyes were staring at each other.

He slowly grabbed the flowers I gave him. In my heart, I started to get excited but a second later everything changed when Azzam threw the flower in front of the table.

"Abang doesn't need this," he chirped later.

I felt like I wanted to cry when Azzam did that. It feels futile to my efforts. What I have been so hard at preparing for. Until I was willing to have my hand sliced by a knife when I cleaned the chicken and cut it into pieces.

I don't want to listen to what he says anymore. My heart is very sick. He doesn't appreciate my efforts at all. Azzam was always cold, indifferent.

Without saying a word, I stood up. Leave it in the living room with the television still on.

What is the most beautiful thing in your life?

What is the most beautiful thing in my life?

Two pairs of men bound by the Accord of God

Is there questionable the most beautiful thing beyond that?

For me, the most beautiful thing in my life

Is you...

Greetings love and dear,

Your wife, Dhanisa.

Azzam had just finished reading a piece of paper attached to a red rose given by Dhanisa, his wife.

His sense of powerlessness read the beautiful lines Dhanisa had written for him. Simple but very effective for him.

Azzam's eyes glazed over, a smile emanating from his face. His heart still holds sorrow and wounds. But, that does not mean he is angry and closes back the love for his wife.

"Nisa, just so you know. I still love and love you. I'm just trying to figure out what you are about with a guy like me, who you don't expect to see in your life. That'sallthatis. If you think I'm forgetting everything. You're wrong Nisa. That feeling will never fade. I'll stay with you. I won't have the power to keep my distance like this."

Azzam wiped his slightly watery eyes. He grabbed the flower back and slipped Dhanisa's handwriting on the flower again.

Walking into the room with a swift step was very slowed, opening the doorknob very carefully so that Nisa did not realize her presence. When the door was first opened. Darkened. It seems Nisa accidentally turned off the lights.

From a distance of one meter Azzam could hear the sobs of Nisa. Hiding behind the bed cover.

He's not sleeping. Just crying there. It's still 19:30 p.m.

Slowly Azzam climbed into the bed and hugged the woman who was hiding half her body in a blanket on the bed. He lay with his body tilted back to himself.

Azzam got into the blanket and scratched his face at his wife's neck. He felt the woman's shoulders tremble but the sound of her crying subsided.

"Sina?" call Azzam slowly.

I silently held my breath when I knew Azzam was coming closer. Suddenly he came hugging my body tightly from behind. I pretended not to care. Nor did I heed her call.

"Nisa, are you okay?" tanya Azzam was still in his position.

Azzam took back the hook of his hand that was originally coiled in my body. He then touched the light switch. The light in this room is not too dark. But, a little dimly lit.

"Nisa, wakeup. Brother knows Nisa is not sleeping" Azzam said in a muffled voice.

I turned my body around and then tried to get up with eyes still moist and a grim face. Right now I am trying to calm my feelings.

"Acknowledging a mistake is not just an apology" Azzam said.

I bowed deeply as tears fell slowly on my cheeks. I swiped my hand, as the circle fell down on my face.

"Nisa, Sometimes not all problems can be solved with just an apology," Press Azzam once again in a soft, weak tone.

I just kept quiet hearing him make a sound.

"One thing you want to know from Nisa, does Nisa still have feelings for Fey to this day?"

I shook my head slowly. "No."

"Then?"

I raised my face and looked at Azzam.

"Nisa, don't have any feelings for Fey at the moment. Nisa was just wrong in understanding the feelings. Now Nisa knows the feeling for Fey isn't just a feeling of love. But the feeling of love was actually present in Nisa for brother." At the end of the sentence, my voice was choked by the hiccups.

"What is true Nisa is saying right now? What if Nisa lies to brother again?" Azzam was watching my face intensely.

I let out a breath. "Will Nisa show my brother the true feelings of Nisa's love. Even though it's something you never thought of before."

I could not prevent it, every time I said a tear accompanied it. "I'm sorry, Nisa," I said very softly. Either Azzam hears or not my voice.

"Not crying." Azzam rubbed my tears slowly. Uncovers a slightly messy hair. "Da, forgive Nisa."

Azzam rubbed my cheeks to wipe away the tears that kept falling. The more often the liquid is spilled easily.

The man kissed me short on my forehead. Then stare sincerely and smile soothingly.

My shoulders are shaking, I'm still shaking.

"Oh, no, don't be sad anymore." Azzam buried my head in his chest, with Azzam regularly stroking my head gently.

Azzam's embrace is the quietest place for me right now. The most comfortable home I live in is one that is filled with love and grace. Then, why should we make a mistake that can tear down a house in which should be filled with grace and love from God.

I'm gonna change everything. This house we will fulfill the love and love of a pair of human beings who are bound in one bond, offering a pledge that this is actually the love that will take me to your jannah.

"Thank you for that lovely phrase for my brother." Azzam is back. "And this flower is so beautiful and fragrant."

"But instead of you saying you didn't need it, why take it again."

"That's it, if not now." Azzam laughed while shaking my head.

"After this Nisa wants to accompany your brother to the hospital? We look at the Umi there."

I agree with Azzam's invitation.

"Then we get ready to pray Isya, then we go to the hospital." Azzam.