The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 56. Sarah's Feelings

Love is the root of all deeds, good and bad. The root of all these practices is love for Allah and His Messenger.

"How's my mom doing, Doc?" ask Fikri when the doctor has completed the task to examine the patient.

The doctor smiled, inserting a stethoscope into the pocket of his doctor's suit. "Alhamdulillah, if your mother wants to be taken home now she can. There's nothing to worry about anymore. It's just, it's still necessary to check-up to monitor his health again."

The smiles of Fikri and Umi Salamah expand, thanksgiving he ceaselessly addressed to the Divine. "Thank you, Doc," said Fikri. The doctor smiled and nodded and left the room where Umi was treated.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Azzam who had just entered the room where he was hospitalized.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Fikri and Umi simultaneously.

"How are things, Umi?"

Umi smiled briefly before answering. "good. How's Azzam, son?"

"Azzam good umi. Very good." Azzam replied with a sparkling look. He seems very happy at the moment

"What's your relationship with Nisa?" Umi rubbed her son's arm up and down. "Umi feels guilty for granting Ahsan's request to ask you to marry Nisa, you finally have to face a painful reality like this, son."

Azzam held Umi's hand. "Umi, umi don't think about it too much. After all, this was Azzam's decision. At this time I need to know that our relationship, our household thank God it is good umi." Azzam's smile followed.

"We've accepted each other. Pray that our household will always be good, Umi," he continued, rubbing the back of the hand.

Umi's face turned happy, hearing Azzam's speech. "Without your asking, Umi always prays that your household is always good and harmonious."

Fikri who heard Azzam's words also felt happy because his sister's household returned to harmony. Actually Fikri was anxious about her sister's household life. But, thankfully they were still able to finish with a cold head. He was sure that Azzam would not do anything bad that would bring down their household.

"Thank God. My brother was happy to hear it too. Perhaps it is only part of the test God is trying to give to your home life. Are you two going through it patiently."

Azzam looked at Fikri. "Yes, Bang. Brother is right. This is a test for both of us. Hopefully with this can be a lesson that life is not always smooth especially in domestic life there must be a small storm that comes to test how strong and patient we are in the face of the exam that comes."

Umi breathed a sigh of relief. He was relieved that his son's life did not end badly.

"Then, where's Nisa, son? Did you come alone?" umi looked towards the door.

"Ada, Umi. We both came here. Only he had stopped by the cake shop" Azzam replied.

Kriekk...

The sound of the door opening. From behind the door appeared a hijab-wearing woman with a blushing look. Her smile had been expanding since the first time she had entered the room. He walked to the side of the umi, but before he put the package he was carrying on the table.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Umi," while kissing Umi's hand.

Umi's smile expands. "Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Umi just asked Nisa to Azzam. Uh, it's coming."

"Wah, means the presence of Nisa awaited yes, umi. Umi, how, okay?"

"Good."

"Umi, you and mom wanted to come here. But they still have business so don't get to it. After Maghrib they came out. So, it's likely to follow later"

"It's okay, baby."

"Umi, how can I go home?"

"So, the doctor said it was okay to go home

Tonight I can, too" said Abang Fikri, answering the question I asked umi.

"Oh, so." I stared at Umi for a moment. "So, how? Umi's coming home tonight, what's tomorrow?" I stared at Azzam and Fikri alternately.

"Just be tomorrow, Zam. Let's stay here for the night again, tonight" Fikri said.

"Yes, it's best" Azzam agreed to his brother's idea. "Umi, it's okay to stay overnight again, tomorrow morning we'll go home." Azzam asked umi again.

Umi sighed slowly. "It's okay, son."

"Then I go out for a while, Umi," said Fikri but he did not come out alone. He invited his sister to come with him. "Nisa, I'll borrow Azzam for a second, okay?" Fikri dragged his sister.

By resuscitating the body against the wall while both hands were folded across, Fikri said. "Zam, it turns out the doctor of love exists," said Fikri. His gaze was then directed toward the ceiling of the hospital ceiling.

Azzam was confused. "You mean?"

Fikri was still smiling, staring at the ceiling. He hasn't even answered his sister's questions.

Azzam implied something strange to his brother. I don't know what the 32-year-old is feeling. Azzam doesn't know yet. He clearly saw his brother smiling indistinctly.

Azzam stared at the ceiling. Then I looked back to see Fikri. "Bang, why? What's on that ceiling?"

"Is there a pretty doctor there?" racau Fikri, while making Azzam do not understand. Azzam felt that something was wrong with Fikri.

"But, I don't see any pretty doctor there who's a lizard."

Azzam rubbed his face, then pointed towards Fikri. "What's really going on?"

Fikri instead leads sitting in a long chair, the hospital. The chair creaked slightly as he began to close his seat.

"A believer's doctor has stolen my heart, Zam."

Azzam is still in the starting position, has not moved from its establishment.

"Which doctor? There are many doctors"

Fikri patted the seat on the seat. "Doctor Sarah, Zam. You introduce? He said he knew you and your college friends first you know," explained Fikri.

"Oh" Azzam nodded his head.

"Do you think my feelings are wrong?"

Azzam finally sat down near Fikri. "What kind of feeling?"

Fikri moved her head looking at her youngest sister. "The feeling that I like Doctor Sarah. I have loved it since that morning. Do you think that's wrong, Zam? That feeling of like can come so fast, huh?"

"How long? Bend often change partners. Of course you have a comparison."

Fikri touched her sister's lips with her index finger, causing Azzam to complain of pain. "Your word is Zam's telling me I'm a playboy, '" joked Fikri.

Azzam grinned, then restored his hair. "Yes, I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

"I haven't found the right one yet. Eat that."

Azzam let out a loud breath. "When you find a partner if you only look for the right one. It was not that the couple were present to complement each other." Azzam threw a forward look.

"We fall in love not because we find the perfect person, but because we see perfection in the imperfect person." Azzam told me about himself. He looked back at Fikri. "Did you really fall in love with Sarah? Not a momentary feeling?" asked Azzam, establishing Fikri about what is felt at this time.

"No, Zam. It's a different feeling than I've ever felt."

"If so, you are sure of that feeling. Because love is never wrong. My advice, if indeed Brother Fikri likes it ditaarufin! If it fits dinika—" Azzam remark was cut when Fikri denounced quickly.

"Dinikahin! Dialalinized! Yes, you know mah tauu... "

Azzam smiled amusedly. "Relatedly? Right huh? Be waiting"

"soon! Awaiting. I tried Zam, at the wedding of Sis Soraya later I will take her." The reply was incredible confidence.

Speaking of marriage. To be honest, Fikri was steady to marry at the age of three heads. Azzam, his sister had already overtaken him, after this his second sister, Brother Soraya will also be married in 2 weeks. So there was Fikri again, the eldest son of Umi Salamah who had not. Sunggun was concerned that his mature heir had not been bound to any bond such as marriage or ta'aruf.

Marriage is a perfect worship. Fikri really does not want to delay the worship itself. InshaAllah, if Allah wills and Sarah is the woman of his choice. Fikri will try to chase after his paradise woman.

Netra Fikri's eyes looked towards the hallway of the hospital corridor, accidentally both his eyeballs caught the figure of a light blue-thursday woman with khimar wrapped her head running so gracefully without the need to be laid out to make the woman dazzling, she walked like a slow motion.

"Subhanallah," muttered Fikri, his eyes now twinkling. Fikri is now like a statue.

Seeing Fikri's reaction thus made Azzam turn towards the left side following the direction of Fikri's gaze.

Sarah. Now the woman with the faith was in front of both of them. Instantly Fikri's heart trembled. Millions of volts of electricity flowed through his body. Fikri looked up for a moment. The appearance of the woman was still the same, sweet, as sweet as the guava juice made by Kak Soraya that he had tasted.

Azzam gently nudged Fikri's shoulder, so that he would wake up again from his stuttering.

"Astagfirullah" Fikri rubbed his face.

"Doctor Sarah!" greet Fikri first. "Doctors want to check the Umi again?"

"Ahm no, I just want to see Umi Salamah," the answer was to Fikri's question, but the smile that was spread was to Azzam.

Azzam sniffed his shoulders. A signal for Fikri to drive him inside to find Umi.

Fikri slid back his right eye, a sign he obeyed what Azzam meant. "Doctor Sarah, let me take you inside" Fikri happily bargained.

While Azzam turned around the agency, he wanted to be to the administration for a while.

"Mas, where are you going? You don't want to go inside too?" Sarah pulls Azzam's wrist.

Netra Azzam was trailing on Sarah's fingers holding her wrists.

Sarah also followed the netra of Azzam's eyes, which were staring down, looking at his hands.

"Sorry!" quickly Sarah took off her hand.

"I'm going to the admistration section for a second. You can take Fikri."

Sarah looked at Fikri. But, it wasn't the man she expected but Azzam.

"Then can I talk to you for a minute?"

Azzam looked towards Fikri. He just kept watching what was ahead. Azzam is not good. Her brother must have felt neglected because Sarah did not respond to Fikri to escort him to the nursery.

"But, I—"

"Just in a moment" Sarah pleaded.

"What's really going on? This important?"

"Yes, it's even very important."

"Then just talk about it here so we can hear it" Azzam suggested.

"No, Mas. It's privacy that can only know you."

Azzam knitted his brows, turning again to Fikri while raising his eyebrows. Fikri did not understand, but after that he sniffed his chin. Ask Azzam to obey him.

"Yes, come on!"

The two of them left Fikri who was still standing, silently unmoved from his position.

Sarah invites Azzam to chat with four eyes. Azzam looked at the woman confusedly as Sarah threw a big smile at him.

He was down, trying to keep his eyes on her. Azzam looked to the left-right side. Actually he was afraid to speak together in the hallway like this, afraid that it would cause slander.

"Sarah, what do you want to talk about? Begin. It doesn't feel good that we're not the makhrom talking here. Fear of causing slander. And I think you know, too, because you understand religion?"

Sarah smile. Now he felt that many bees were surrounding his body at this moment.

Not just bees, right! All around the woman was like the effect of cherry blossoms falling in autumn. He even saw a lot of heart balloons flying here.

One hundred percent, Sarah seems to have been unable to control her feelings. She tries to talk about it right now, Sarah doesn't want to be the cowardly woman she was five years ago.

Sarah couldn't sleep well. Azzam's voice was always grinning in his ears. Azzam's beautiful face is always hypnotizing by circling in the eye every time he wants to close his eyes.

Sarah pulled her body to Azzam.

"Mas, can I be honest right now?"

"Of course, not speaking honestly is a must," Azzam replied casually. "What's the truth about, Sar?"

"About how I feel, Mom," Sarah replied directly. He stared at Azzam's bead without blinking. He wanted to hug the man in front of him. But he's not his goddamn guy. Finally, Sarah was only able to squeeze her hand to make her nervousness decrease.

"If I like you right now," Sarah sighed, then swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. "Yes, although I know Mas already has a wife, but not Mas ever said that Mas's wife has not been able to accept your presence as her husband."

Azzam's pupils dilated. He opened his eyes many times. Sarah's statement surprised him. Azzam took one step back and turned his back to Sarah.

Sarah changed position by stepping foot standing right in front of Azzam.

"Mas, I can give you what you want. Love, attention, everything you haven't gotten while married to your wife."

Azzam stared at the woman in front of him. He knew this woman was obedient, kind, gentle in speech, friendly, beautiful, graceful, intelligent. It's all inside Sarah. Maybe men out there crave to have a wife like Sarah. It could be so too. What a happy man who will be chosen as his life companion. But the question is, why did Sarah have to fall in love with him? What advantages does Sarah see in her right now.

What Sarah said is true. But not all this time he always fought for his wife, Nisa until he managed to make Nisa really love him. And for the nature that is in Sarah may indeed be much different from his wife but it does not matter. For her Nisa is still the woman of her choice. It was not that he had just told Fikri that no human being was perfect.

"But Sar, there may be others who are entitled to the sincerity of your love."

Sarah bowed. "Nobody's entitled, just you Mas."

Azzam massaged his temple, puzzled over how to convey that to Sarah.

"Sarah, like you said I already have is—"

"I want to be your second wife" Sarah immediately disconnected Azzam's sentence.

Again Azzam was shocked. How Sarah decided that. Was he wrong in making a decision? Why would she want to be honey?

Azzam silent a thousand languages. His tongue wanted to speak but his lips were unable to open to respond to Sarah's sentence. Azzam's lips paled.

"I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, Mas. But, if you think that's a crazy idea. Not at all. I really want to be your wife. If you don't believe me, right now I'm going to meet your first wife to ask her for her blessing including Umi."

Azzam blocked Sarah's hand, as she was about to go to meet Umi.

"Sarah think back to what you said." Press Azzam.

"Already, Mas. I've been thinking about it maturely. You don't worry" Sarah replied more steadily.

He threw his eyes the other way. In his mind all this time there was no desire at all in Azzam to polygamy but Sarah instead asked himself to be made a second wife.

Azzam stared again at the woman in front of him. "Sar, I can't."

Azzam bit the tip of his fingernails. For him to take care of only one wife, he was in trouble. What is the story with two wives?