The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 6. Decisions

The sound of spoons and plates clashing at each other on the dining table. Mr. Ahsan and Ms. Hamidah are enjoying lunch at home. It just so happened that today was the weekend where the two of them spent time at home.

"Nisa, let's go eat!" shouting mother.

Mother is still preparing some stirred food also souvenirs given by Mr. Hamzah at that time. Incidentally he just got a special food delivery from Makassar. He said he got a lot from there. He just returned to Jakarta yesterday. After filling the campus talk show with lecturers and professors.

Speaking of Mr. Hamzah. He was my uncle, and Azzam's father. He worked as a lecturer at one of the private universities in Jakarta, and recently, he was given the confidence to serve as Dean of Faculty of Usuludin.

"Mom, where's the kid? Why didn't he come out of there?" ahsan asked, chewing the rice slowly that landed on his mouth.

"Oh yeah, still cranky times." Mother gasps. "He is stubborn, try to persuade him" mother asked.

"Yes, I'll persuade him later. But I finished this meal first."

"Oh yes, after this do not forget father also took the medicine yes. Remember the doctor's message not to be too cape and a lot of thoughts," said Ms. Halimah, then sat down next to Ahsan.

Ahsan sipped out the half-living water.

"Yes. But dad's schedule for check-ups hasn't been this week, has it?"

"Not yet Well, but Dr. Ahmad said make check-ups once a week better, so that you know the development of health about the disease hepatitis father."

Seeing her husband, after finishing the meal, she then gave him a tablet of medicine and some pills given by the doctor.

Last week Ahsan's father accompanied by his wife did a health check to find out the condition of Ahsan's body, which these weeks often drop. Suddenly he was dizzy, his legs suddenly turned. From several symptoms doctors diagnosed that Ahsan had an infection or inflammation of the liver tissue (hepatitis).

But, need further examination. Tomorrow even Doctor Ahmad asked Ahsan to come back to see him to see the results of a blood test based on a scan done with a CT Scan, or MRI, to get a clear picture of the liver and organs around it.

Halimah was actually anxious about her husband's situation. He only hopes that hepatitis can still be cured and not too dangerous what else chronic. If you remember that time, enough for him, you have to lose his only son named Khalid. She did not want to be separated from her husband.

"It's Well, the cure." I gave her some pills.

"Oh my goodness, Mom. A great deal. This is not over dosage. It's been a lot more medicine."

Mom patted Ahsan on the shoulder. "Yes, yeah. In fact, it is not possible to over dose as long as consumed in accordance with the dose. This father is-just about it," mother grinned.

Finally with a resigned face, Ahsan had to swallow the five-like pill.

"If this is the case, we'll know yes, ma'am. Healthy is expensive. Real expensive. See how if humans only live on this drug. How much money must be spent to only buy drugs that look like it," Ahsan said after swallowing the real bitter pill.

"That's it, Dad. Now that we are old, we must take care of our health" commented the mother. Then looked towards Ahsan's thick stomach.

"Look at the body just need to get more stocky. Try dad's little effort for sports. Don't just mikri. Yes, at least once a week or two times a minimum of exercise, itung-itung throw a little fat in the body," advised the mother.

"Not what, I found my father busy home office, home office. I don't think the job is finished" said Dad.

"Oh, that reason. Well, this Sunday, can be used as a time for sports. In the afternoon, we can both jog in the park. It's a small sport, "the mother advised Ahsan, who she thinks only makes a lot of excuses to shy away from sports.

"Yes-yes. I'll try every week." Dad's smile.

Kriek's...

Mom and Dad both looked up when they found me out of the room. Because the next morning he knew I was having a snack and was reluctant to talk to them.

"Nisa, eat here!" pinta Mother's.

"No ah, still full," I said.

I disappeared for a while because I knew there was something I had forgotten. I forgot to take my sports shoes.

"Where are you going in the afternoon like this?"

"Basketball field," I replied soberly.

"It's this late?" ask the mother to make sure, because it is still one hour and the heat outside is very hot. But there is no other choice but that. I got bored at home by keeping myself locked up in my room. Covering the body with a blanket.

"Yes," I answered while putting on the socks, then went to reach for the key.

"Nisa! Here's a minute!" mother orders coldly.

"What the hell? Nisa hurry," I replied lazily.

"Rurry what. You are, like a child who has never been taught," snapped the mother growled.

I'm sighing. Walk closer to the dining table.

"What?" I said as I tucked the backpack back. It's not a book, but it's a basketball.

"Tomorrow, Hamzah's family will come here" said the mother.

"Oh."

"Cock oh hell!" wonder mom.

"Well, what does Nisa have to say? What does this have to do with Nisa.

"There certainly is!" mother's voice chills.

"Tomorrow they'll come and set your wedding schedule."

My eyes suddenly round. I grinned, shaking my hands in any direction. "Submit. Nisa tired. It's free Nisa said no. Surely the same father mother also will not mengubriskan. Yeah, you did everything you wanted."

That's the only word I said. Without saying anything I happened to leave those who were still sitting at the dinner table. Ahsan was just staring at the smell of my departure.

"Nisa! Lisa!" yelled at mom many times. "You don't be so stubborn!" squealing mother.

I still don't care what he says. In the garage of my motor home is perched waiting for his master to ride. After the motor starter turned on swiftly I pulled the motor gas lever deeply and away from the yard of the house.

***

In the field, I was alone. Throwing the ball towards the ring many times with a chaotic feeling.

The sweat flooded my body. Many times I do lay-ups, and shoot three points. But it didn't work. It's so draining.

Ah, this must be because my mind is not in line. There's too much I think about right now. About that match. About the fate of my relationship with Fey.

I grabbed a mineral bottle and drank it up to half.

"It's up to him to continue the marriage or not. I would have chosen Fey instead of Azzam. He's not my criterion at all. Our age and thinking are very different."

I threw that aqua bottle all the way.

In the park next to the basketball court, my eyes were glaring at two people fighting arguments. I don't know what the woman fussed over at the man in front of her. I only heard faintly his voice vaguely cursing at the man.

"Oh, again the drama I'm watching right now." I shook my head slowly.

I chose to pull over from the heat of the field this afternoon. Sitting on the edge of the field.

"Then how do we escape?" the woman's voice. I looked towards him. While stealing hear exactly what the hell they are fighting.

"How dreary?"

"Yes escaped. I'm gonna run away from home to join you. If we need to elope."

Degs...

What hearing did my eardrum just catch.

Blurred? And eloped?

Two choices of pliers trying to digest me.

It was interesting what the adults were talking about.

I smiled at her side. "Snow? What if I just run away. Uh, but where am I going?"

I shook my hand in any direction. "Ah, that's what I'll think about. What's clear is that maybe this will prevent father and mother's intentions." I smiled with satisfaction.

***

Tonight, in my room I'm back and forth. Like the light on the bed. I grabbed the backpack that was in the closet, picked up some clothes, then stuffed it into the backpack. Not to forget the textbooks I also put inside.

Now everything is ready. All are well organized and backpack.

"I'm sorry, mom." My hand felt the picture frame that printed the faces of both.

I sighed, really a test of guts. These nights all seem dark. I carefully jumped down. So as not to cause a commotion, night-night.

Hap!

My jump landed perfectly, even though my ankles were a little sore.

Arriving at the gate I played a cell phone, ordered a gojek that could take me away from this house. Lucky it doesn't take long in drivers ojol come to pick up. Fortunately, not many people pass by in this complex.

I sat behind him. "Come, bang!" door immediately.

Maybe it's been 20 minutes the driver took me around in an uncertain direction.

"Mbak, where are you going? From there keep twirling. Where the destination is actually going. Here let me see the address," said the bully who began to growl.

"Oh, bang don't take it, in a minute!"

I scratched my forehead. I don't really understand if this decision is correct. Escape to avoid matchmaking. Yes the whole family and both sides will come tomorrow. How I deal with it. I can't.

Mother and father also once said that they were also in a match, well that's another dong. It was different from modern times. It was no longer appropriate to discuss forced marriage like this.

"Bang, stop!" I hit the shoulder of bang Ojol. "Well in here!" I put money on him.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Yes, bang"

The motorcycle taxi driver has left me and I'm alone now. I stared around dark and lonely, I got scared.

I patted my eel. "Stupid! Kenaoa I'm asking to stop here try?"

Where should I stay now? At hotels? Do you have money?

Suddenly a hand pulled me. My heart was beating violently. I have not dared to turn my head in fear of that person, the evil person who would hurt me at this moment.

"Bang, pardon me for nothing" I said, pleading with tightly closed eyes. "Abang if you want to take money and my bag please. But don't take my life, 'cause I only have one life, bang!"

A hand came back to pat my cheek. "Heh, what are you talking about? Am I a criminal?"

I opened my eyes slowly. Then look at it dramatically. "Bang Fandi!" call me surprised.

"Why?" Fandi spread his gaze around. "You're here anyway, Nisa night-night. Danger of it."

Am.. Am... I stammered.

"What's? Why else would you bring a big bag." Fandi looked confused.

I nodded, and put my head to his ear.

"I'm running away from home."

"What?" shocked Fandi.

"What's wrong? How to escape everything?"

"Long anyway. What is clear is that brother Fandi now wants to help me find an empty house?" my many.

He seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, I'm taking you to a house. That was my first expense"

"But, bang. Can I have one?"

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're like mom, Dad. If I'm in the boarding bang Fandi," I asked.

"Hm... "

Fandi took me across the highway. There was a motorbike parked near the bus stop. But the bus stop was no one.

***

"Oh, that's the story" Fandi mangosteen. Along the way I told him everything from the beginning until I decided to just run away from home.

"Eh, but what if your parents are worried, Nisa. You didn't think of that?"

"No. They think about me!"

"Yes, there must be a good intention for you to marry quickly. Not possible without reason, right?"

I rolled a lazy eyeball. "Ah, done. It's my responsibility to run away from home."

"Your mind is so short Nisa, how's the fate of your school?"

"Yes go on" I replied lightly. "If for the cost, I can work after school"

"Hm, you're good at saying it. But try it when you live it, surely you will think and regret running away from home," commented Fandi on my decision.

"Udahlah, I'm the one who walked. Not Bang Fandi. So relax"

"Oh, it's hard to talk to a stupid kid like you Nisa. It's up to you." Fandi with my answer.

***

Tok...

"Nisa! Dhanish!" shouted someone from outside while pushing the door.

I'm messing up my hair. "Who the hell?" my growl. With my eyes closed I walked to open the door.

"Why the hell?"

"You're not in school?"

"No bang. Nisa for the reason of illness. Don't have to go to school. What the hell is Fandi already here?"

I close my mouth if I yawn occasionally.

"I-it's. Ahsan. Ahsan's father meant brother"

I scratched my head. "Yes why?"

"Your father was taken to the hospital. Just now."

Degs...

Like a bomb I heard Fandi say. "Ah, is it true that you're not lying anymore?"

"Really, Nisa. I accidentally passed in front of your house. Then there I saw that there were some people gathering. And I tried to ask, she said Ahsan had relapsed."

Sick? I never knew if my father was sick or if he had a history of the disease.

"Oh yes, thanks for the info."

"You're going to the hospital, right?"

"No idea, Fandi. I'm scared"

"Fear what?" Fandi.

"Fear of them scolding me or rejecting me as a child again!"

Fandi held my two shoulders. Take my eyes seriously.

"Nisa, you should be more afraid that you will lose the person you love. The one who will give you heaven, if you serve him. It's time for you to serve Nisa."

I looked at Fandi in silence.

Well, I've lost the place I'm holding. The place I poured out my longing and love for my parents. And Ahsan's father and Hamidah's mother are my second parents who I should respect and ask for his services, so that my path is always smooth, and get blessed.

"Yes, already. I'm gonna take a shower and get ready. But Bang Fandi knows the hospital?"

"Tau, I'll drop you off. Now you get ready there" Fandi ordered.

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