The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 58. Jealous

Pork!

The boy had just fallen out of his bed. His face grimaced painfully as well as irritated. He ruffled his hair with his eyes still closed. With great difficulty he tried to recover his life.

Hoamm....

Hanan yawned without being able to hold it. He covered his mouth with his left hand. As the Muslim hadith states, Vaporizing is of the devil, so if one of you evaporates, hold it as much as possible.

With eyes still clenched Hanan stood up lazily, and stepped into the bathroom.

"Awww.." screeched when the leg tripped on the desk chair. It felt like the centrum of the electricity flow, because the incident had Hanan's eyes completely opened.

Hanan only realized that the sky had turned into light.

"Oh my goodness it's morning? Huh huh? Morning?" hanan Mummings.

Drawing the window curtain of the room. Sure enough, the sky has changed color. The arrgg! Hanan randomized his hair, continuing by rubbing his face violently.

He opened the door and then came back.

"What did I want?" Hanan muttered to himself, suddenly he forgot what to do.

Innalillah dawn prayer!

As fast as lightning Hanan slid into the bathroom almost as he slipped in the bathroom in a hurry.

This morning, of course Hanan did not forget that he had a thesis guidance schedule with his lecturer at nine.

Still enjoying the time left Hanan walked towards the dining table. There was already her brother who was busy preparing toast.

Just a moment Hanan sat down, his phone blinked for a moment, there was an incoming message.

"Assalamu'alaikum, doctor. Is today the doctor deigns for me to pick up at home by chance today umi will also go home. So we can go to the hospital?"

Uhuk...

Reading the message at once Hanan choked on water that had not yet fully passed through the esophagus.

"Why are you, Hanan?" sister Sarah asked still stirring the milk that had just been in the brew.

Hanan rubbed his wet lips. "No Kak, just a message from the lecturer just ask for quick guidance," Hanan lied.

'Who sent a message like this?' Hanan. Hanan thought for a moment. 'Oh my goodness I remember now, last night I did, did call the owner of the number that sent flowers to Sister Sarah. Yes, this must be Fikri.'

Hanan did not give Fikri's number to his contact. And Hanan must have thought that the one who replied to her messages all along was Sarah.

"Yes, you are ready now" Sarah asked.

Drrt....

Hanan's phone rings. Fikri called.

Hanan panicked, now he was confused what to do? There was no way he would pick up that call. Hanan just looked at his phone.

"Why not get picked up, Han?" Sarah swerved, making Hanan scratch her forehead.

He decided to stay away from Sarah. Now he is in the middle room. Pacing while tapping his head slowly using a cellphone that is still ringing.

Hanan chose to press the green panel. Connected calls.

📞"Assalamualaikum, doctor Sarah." Sapa Fikri at the end of the phone.

📞"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Hanan in a doubtful tone.

📞"Sorry who is this with?"

📞"I'm Hanan."

📞"Franet? Who yeah? I was feeling I called Dr. Sarah"

📞"I'm Sarah's sister."

📞"Oh, his sister."

Fikri's voice breathed a sigh of relief from the end of the phone.

📞"If you can tell, which Sarah is it? Why did you pick up Sarah's phone?"

📞"Sarah's sister is. It's just that Sarah's sister is in the bathroom."

Hanan bit his lips. He was lying. Hanan was just planning to make a surprise for his sister. Didn't Sarah ever say that she harbored feelings for the child who became her patient, Umi Salamah. Fikri is the son of Umi Salamah.

📞"Oh so yes."

📞"What's up? Later if there is a need let me convey it with Brother Sarah."

Hanan pretended not to know what Fikri meant. Although he actually knew that Fikri would want to take Sarah to the hospital.

📞"Let's call again."

📞Not a phone problem anymore or not. This is not Sarah's number.

📞"Hm, it's okay if there's a message. Let me tell you with brother sarah. Don't worry."

📞"OK. Actually I want to take your brother to the hospital. I've sent him a message, just haven't been answered. Please ask her if she's willing to take me to work."

📞"That's yes Om. I'll ask Sarah. Maybe Om's message has not been read so it has not been answered. It will be answered, Om."

📞"Yes thanks already. Assalamualaikum"

📞"Yes Om. Wa'alaikumsalam"

A little relieved Hanan's feelings. He went back to the dining table. There is still Sister Sarah still eating her breakfast.

Hanan looked at her brother first, then cleared her throat. "Sister, what time do you work?" hanan asked while putting the phone next to him.

"Jam nine," Sarah briefed.

"Son't go alone?"

"Yes Han." Sarah looked at Hanan afterwards. "Why is that?"

"No, Brother." Hanan continued to spend the pieces of toast that had not been spent earlier. Then, he again sent a reply message to Fikri.

Hanan looked brightly smiling, then looked back at her brother.

***

"Assalamu'alaikum"

I stepped in when I said my greetings many times but there was no word from within. Slender. My mom and dad haven't come home yet. It's only three o'clock now. They usually come home at four.

When I entered the room, I found no one.

"Where are you going?"

I threw the bag over the bed, and walked back out. Find out where Azzam is.

Accidentally my ears caught the sound of crackling from the kitchen. "Hm, I know it must be my brother in the kitchen."

I came to him. He was busy cutting vegetables, and next to him there was also a container containing pieces of meat that had been cleaned.

Dorr...

I hit him on the shoulder to surprise Azzam from behind.

"Astagfirullah Nisa's. It's better to say hello than to surprise people."

I pursed my lips. "Yes-yes. Nisa is sorry. Nisa already said hello outside but not answered."

"Abang did not hear," Azzam replied by still continuing his vegetable pieces.

I turned back to my original position when I was about to enter the kitchen area.

"H 'M... H'm" I did a sound check first.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

I approached while hugging her body from behind.

Azzam stopped his activities for a moment, his gaze dropped on my hand that was already coiled in his stomach. "Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Azzam.

"Abang, what's it doing?"

"Make vegetable soup" replied Azzam.

I let go of the embrace and forced Azzam to turn around.

"What is healthy?" I asked, looking at Azzam's bead.

Azzam smiled, a second later he nodded.

"Nisa, check first." My hand touched Azzam's forehead. Is correct. It's not hot anymore.

"Where?" azzam asked when I had lowered my hand after touching his forehead.

"Yes." Yeah."

Azzam continued to do his work earlier.

"Can you help?"

"Can. It's with great pleasure that Nisa would help, and teach."

I smiled happily. "What can we help?"

"Cut that meat away." Azzam pointed to a basin containing several pieces of chicken meat.

"How was it cut?" ask me not to understand.

"Cut the dice, baby."

"Ready, chef," I said excitedly.

I began to be busy cutting meat into pieces and then dividing it into smaller pieces by forming dice, according to the request of the master chef.

"Bang!"

"Hm"

"There was a greeting from Ms. Lydia. He said good luck."

Azzam continued to turn on the stove while responding to my words earlier, "Oh. That only?"

I stopped cutting chicken. Immediately looked at the man standing beside me.

"What do you expect from Ms. Lydia?"

Azzam glanced nosily at me. "Don't think he's giving his concoction herbal medicine to brother."

"Oh, Nisa tau means all this time you're happy to get the attention of Bu Lydia!"

Azzam.

"Anyone is jealous?" goda Azzam's.

"No!" I said evasive.

I was busy cutting meat.

"Relatedly? Why is his face so sour?" azzam asked probing into my face.

"No, Nisa's face is normal." I tried to neutralize my face when I found out Azzam was reading a jealous look on my face.

My hand was sliced with a knife as Azzam continued to harass me.

"Aww. "pekikku.

"Huf... Huft.. " I blew my fingers many times. Blood flowed as the blade had managed to give a small scratch at the tip of the index finger.

"O Allah be careful" said Azzam.

He immediately directed me to the water tap to wash my blood-soaked fingers. Azzam sat me in the dining chair. I saw Azzam running fast to take drugs.

Azzam returned with a P3K box. Clean the wound with an antiseptic, then attach the wound plaster to the injured finger.

"Hm, Nisa became interested in the romantic scenes of drakor-drakor that Nisa had watched. But if it's in a Korean drama it's his finger."

"Udah, reduce watching movies so, almost every night you see the Korean drama trus. It could bring in zina eyes."

"Yes bang, just watching doang. The televised soap opera was less attractive to Nisa."

"Less interesting what? Don't look at pulling it. But look for films or soap operas that can provide learning. For example—"

"For example, the movie I Cry right?" I cut Azzam's words quickly. "Nisa knows it's brother's spectacle every night."

"Lho why is it? There you learn how hurt a woman's heart if hurt, betrayed. So as a man must be careful not to hurt his wife let alone torture her," explained Azzam.

"Unfortunately there is no film that raises the voice of the husband" Azzam continued his sentence earlier.

"When is there a reason?"

"If there is a brother willing to propose himself to the story of the brother raised in the story." Azzam glared at me, I knew Azzam was insinuating me.

I changed my sitting position with a little slender. "I am the man my wife hurt when she was in a relationship with a man who was none other than my own student. Blah.. Blah.. Blah.. AND THIS IS MY STORY.. IS THAT IT? Then the title will be MY WIFE, MY STUDENT'S GIRLFRIEND."

Hearing my words. Azzam was satisfied.

"Not laugh at that. You shouldn't watch that way. Look for soap opera references to other cakes, which make life more colorful and passionate. Don't keep the girls going!" ketus.

Azzam's laughter stopped for a moment.

"Lho why?"

"Fear even make your brother want to double," I replied directly.

"Naudzubillah, Nisa. You don't think about being double."

"really? Was it my brother's wish for Bu Lydia?"

"Oh my dear God. That brother was just kidding. You want to know if your brother's wife is jealous or not?"

"Ah, cook?"

Azzam brought his face closer to mine.

"How else should you convince me, dear?" whispered Azzam slowly. "Abang loved his own wife bang and brother had promised with God and with his own brother, that Azzam Alhusayn Zahidi would not hurt the heart of the woman who had been chosen to be loved for life."

"Trus what if one day Nisa became a disabled woman is useless for brother. Are you going to leave Nisa?"

"Hust!" Azzam put his index finger right on my lips. "Never talk like that, baby. Whatever happens, no matter what Nisa is. Brother will keep you company, baby."

"Abang is the source of Nisa's current happiness, after Nisa's parents. Then always plant that happiness."

I slowly brought the tip of my nose to the tip of Azzam's nose. I could feel every breath he took. We only hope that God will always pour out love and blessings for our household.

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