The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 57. Ill

The morning sunlight seemed timidly shining down on the earth. Nevertheless, the next second with the permission of God the rays of the sun boldly spread its warmth throughout the earth.

I took a deep breath, deep. The lips that are still tangled also support a smile. I opened the window curtain. Grayscale curtains. The whole sun warms his body. The cool air instantly slid in when my room window opened wide. My feeling was so calm, when I saw the beautiful dish this morning.

"Thank God, God still wants me to stand on His earth" I murmured.

I moved my head to the bed. Seeing Azzam still curled up there. He's not usually like that.

Forced thoughts dragged my feet, sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at Azzam's face with his eyes closed.

"But! Brother!" I softly made a sound, awakening Azzam who was still asleep.

It has not shown a meaningful reaction. I shook his body slowly. "Bang, up!"

Azzam's eyelids slowly opened. He nodded slowly. His breathing was still regular, but his gaze was faint. I could see that when his eyes first opened, with the net directly on me.

"Bang, why hasn't the clock been up yet, tumben."

He squirms from the position of his body. "It's okay, Nisa. Brother just dizzy a little." Azzam said that with a smile that looked contrived.

I pointed my hand, rubbing her black and glittering hair. But when my palm touched his forehead. I felt Azzam's hot forehead.

I flipped my hand back many times, trying to make sure. Right, it's hot.

"Bang, brother is sick? Brother's body is hot." I still put my hand on his forehead.

"It's okay to take the cure."

"Nisa take the compress first"

Azzam scrunched his head. The fever at this time may not be without cause. He was so overwhelmed by Sarah's words last night.

And it turns out Nisa and Sarah have met before, it is known Azzam when he introduced Nisa as his wife before Nisa. It turns out Sarah was the one who helped Nisa when the incident happened, she was the one who treated the wound on Nisa's head.

With a frenzied step, I quickly stepped into the room again. Laying a compressive basin for Azzam.

My hands alternately compress Azzam's forehead with a white cloth. Then put it on his forehead .

"Well, what else is sick?" I am worried and worried.

"Nisa, brother is okay." Azzam Smile. "Not to worry."

"Well, because Nisa's never seen a sick brother before."

"Abang is human, Nisa. Not robots. Robots too if the trus works he system can be ejected? Just like humans, too."

"Well, if so, then take a break!" I fixed the blanket that covered Azzam's body.

I was silent for a split second, before taking a break from sitting on the edge of the bed. I bowed my head slightly, approaching Azzam's ear. "The baby is healing. Nisa, don't like to see the man I love get sick, because I love you, brother," I whispered so softly.

Azzam's face looks red like a tomato, it seems he was very impressed with the affection I gave him earlier.

"Nisa, come out first, yes" I said as I stood up. But I just wanted to turn around. It felt like there was a hand that quickly grabbed my wrist. Make my body turn back.

He pointed, then put my hand right above his chest. "This heart is entirely for Nisa, brother's wife until anytime. No one would be able to touch her other than this woman." Azzam nosed my nose, making me grow annoyed because my nose hurt a little from the snap of his finger.

But then I smiled again, as Azzam's expression overcame the pain in my nose.

With his hands still in his hands. I gave a kiss of affection on Azzam's forehead covered in white cloth.

Azzam closed his eyelids as the kiss landed. He felt his whole body cold. But still he enjoyed every touch of affection and attention he received.

I raised my face again, when Azzam's hand grabbed my head and tucked the child's hair behind his ear. He rubbed my cheek with one hand.

Our eyes were locked on each other. I stared at his two beads from such a close distance.

Allah is salutation. In your eyes I found the most beautiful words. Right now my heart and your heart meet each other. Right now my heart is filled with you. This is a love I have never felt before.

"O Allah thank you for my prayers during this time" murmured Azzam. Lafadznya thus revealed that his efforts and prayers that are always offered in the third night have been God jabah. The expression praise and gratitude flowed out from his lips that were still pale.

Indeed, prayer in tahajjud prayer is like an arrow released from his bow, which will not miss the target.

Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala said:

"Their hulls were far from their beds, they prayed to their Lord with fear and hope, and they infused some of the sustenance We gave them." (QS. As-Sajdah 32: Verse 16)

"Nobody then knows what is hidden for them that is (multiple favors) pleasing in return for what they do."

(QS. As-Sajdah 32: Verse 17)

Al-‘Allamah Ibnul Qayyim rahimahullah said, “Try to reflect on how Allah returned the night prayers they did secretly with the recompense He hid for them, which is unknown to all souls. Also how God avenged their restlessness, fear and anxiety on the bed when they got up to perform the evening prayer with the pleasure of the soul in Heaven. (Haadil Arwaah ilaa Bilaadil Afraah by Ibnul Qayyim (p. 278).

"Well, where ba..ju se—" the originally raised voice faded slowly when the mother knew that she had the wrong room and what she saw was the couple enjoying their time together.

We looked at it together.

"Oh, I think I got in wrong." Mom closed the door again. Huff! Mom stroked his chest.

Azzam and I looked at each other again, then chuckled at each other afterwards.

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"Assalamu'alaikum." There was no answer from inside, but the door was unlocked. Maybe her sister is inside.

"Right! Hanan!"

"Yes, Brother Sarah. Why?" Hanan said after coming out of the kitchen.

"You're a habit, never lock the door. If there's a bad guy coming in, how's Hanan?" cebik Sarah was upset, her little brother had been warned so many times but still forgot to do such a small thing.

"Yes brother. Forgot."

"Forgot, forget trus! If you were so, brother could not allow you to study outside the city. Because for such a small thing you are bored, let alone the time to stay alone, Han."

"Well, don't dong brother. Brother, I have the heart!"

"Not the heart, Hanan. Brother is worried, you are his only sister. And we're just the two of us here. After all, if you really want to continue studying outside, it means that you will be alone at home." Sarah sat down on the dining table chair, taking up a little space to chat with her sister.

Hanan pulled out a chair and sat down next to him. "Where else, sister, I want to find a new atmosphere. A new environment so that things that we have not previously been able to get in place before can be additional reference material."

It was like an incandescent lamp suddenly appeared above his head. Hanan flicked a finger, then said. "Let brother not alone at home, brother hunted geh wedlock. Let's eat, walk, talk until you sleep there is someone who accompanies," added Hanan, while nudging her brother's shoulders, but Sarah replied by hitting the bouquet of roses brought to Hanan's head.

While playing around the flower petals while saying. "Sister is actually having hope with the man you've known for a long time, Han. A few days ago we met again when Umi Salamah, her mother became a patient sister.

"Well, it's gonna get caught now." Hanan glanced at the flower that his brother was holding. "That's a flower from sister-in-law right?" joking Hanan became so make Sarah semangkin upset, plus his body is very tired after the service all day.

"So you know, you," Sarah said. "Sister hasn't finished talking. Han."

Hanan. "Not be shy about admitting it, brother. That must be from the candidate imamkan?" usik Hanan is back.

Sarah looked at the flower in silence. "It's impossible, Han. Brother is actually confused as well. It's been two days, you always get flowers delivered. But you don't know who sent it."

"Now forget that. Brother wants to clean up and rest." Sarah passed away leaving her sister who was still sitting at the dinner table. "Right! You don't be remiss with your thesis, go after it your target passed 3.6 years," Sarah choked from inside the room.

Hanan looked at Sarah's closed door. "Yes, brother."

Hanan grabbed the flower when her eyes found a small note tucked between the flower stalks. "This is a message, brother.

To my heart's doctor, Sarah. Please call me 0899-xxxx-xxxx

Hanan read a sentence that may have been the handwriting of the sender of the flower.

Actually Hanan also felt unbearable if you had to migrate to college and leave her own brother at home. Although there's Aunt Arini. But Aunt Arini isn't here all the time. It would be more relieved if his brother already has a companion alive. Then there will definitely be someone guarding his only brother.

His gaze was dropped back on the red colored flower that was lying just like that. Hanan reread the note.

Now, he had an idea of what he was going to do this time.

Hanan typed in a message for the number 0899-xxxx-xxxx.

📨Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Thank you for the beautiful flowers you send every day. I'm sorry, I just got in touch with you right now.

📨Wa'alaikumsalam. Thank you if you like, Doctor Sarah.

📨Sorry, if I may know who you are? And what do you mean. Do you know me?

📨 I'm Fikri, of course you know me Doctor Sarah. We've met before in Melati's room.

📨I'm glad you finally want to call me back. Not mean anything flowers that I hope can be your encouragement to work. As a symbol that there is currently a vibrant heart surrounded by beautiful flowers that bloom. Full-color.

Hanan laughing. Presumably he amused himself when he had to send a message with fellow men with such a sentence.

📨 Sorry what did you mean?

📨 I can't explain that in a message. It's better if we meet.

Ow hell! How ya! hanan muttered while patting his eel. The one who sent this message was not Sarah but me. How do I manage all this!

Hanan replied to the message again.

📨 Meet? Should it be?"

📨Yes, so we can be familiar. I can know you and you can know me better. Relax I'm not a bad person, you even know my mother and my sister, and even you're the doctor who handled my mother, Umi Salamah.

Not knowing why this man's confession made Hanan convinced that he was a good man. Even her sister knew her mother and her sister. Means Sarah's sister has often been in close contact with the Fikri family.

Without thinking twice, Hanan sent her home share location to Fikri.

"If from the sentences sent by this man named Fikri. He seems to like Sister Sarah" Hanan herself muttered.

Fikri. "At last there was also a man who was hooked with Sister Sarah.

Hanan thought for a moment, What does this man that Brother Sarah likes? Brother Sarah said a few days ago they met while dealing with a patient named Umi Salamah and Fikri said..."

Hanan shook his head, then said, "Love is complicated. They both like but are shy to express."

"Relax Brother I will unite your feelings" Hanan said.

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