The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 60. Defeats

Sarah sat Hanan on the rattan chair, Hanan's stupefied body making the chair creak loudly. He just kept his head down when he knew his brother would scold him.

"Where's your phone!"

Hanan reached into his pants pocket. With trembling hands Hanan gave her phone.

The phone screen scrolled many times. Hanan knew what Sarah was looking for and reading. Afterwards, Sarah's face seemed reddened, holding back the rage against her sister.

He nodded. "Oh so you've been all this time, sending messages to him huh!"

Hanan raised his face. "Sir, listen Hanan. Hanan just wants to make my brother happy, that's all and what's wrong?"

"Wrong! Definitely wrong!" sarah is angry.

"Don't you like it too, right?"

"Who? Fikri?"

"Yes, who else is Sis," replied Fikri insistent.

"When did you say that?" Sarah stared hard.

"There, at that time my sister said that my sister harbored feelings with the child who became the patient of the sister, her name was umi... Umi's... " Hanan tried to remember.

"Memi Salamah you mean?"

Hanan.

Sarah breathed out hard. "But, it's not Fikri you mean."

"But Fikri son of Umi Salamah, Brother."

Sarah sighed but Sarah's eyes had not changed. "Yes, Umi Salamah's son is not just Fikri, Hanan!" Sarah sat down next to Hanan. "The son of Umi Salamah is three" Sarah raised three fingers. "Two boys, one girl."

With a puzzled look Hanan looked at her brother. "Whose brother do you like?"

"There is, obviously not Fikri."

Hanan's face flushed all this time that he said he liked Umi Salamah's son, Hanan thought it was Fikri. Hanan bit his lower lip. He had already told Fikri that Sister Sarah also liked Fikri, only they did not reveal each other.

'Kasian Fikri,' Inner Hanan while breathing out riled.

"So don't be mad at me. I don't know, I guess he is."

"Eat him you don't like to interfere in the affairs of your brother if you don't know," Sarah reproached.

"Areally who are the other Fikri brothers, whom you like?"

Sarah's face returned neutral even she looked stiff.

"Azzam" answered Sarah. "He's the guy who made you feel an unusual sensation."

Hanan tried to neutralize the name her brother had just called. The name once crossed his ears.

"So you can move on now, and move your heart to a man named Azzam"

Sarah's smile was broken. Hearing her name alone makes Sarah's heart cool. Especially when she saw his soft face. He's a man who makes me think of opening my heart to other men. And this heart is open to him.

"What makes you interested in Azzam?"

"He was both a man and a perfect candidate for the priest. Sholeh, his voice melodious if chanting the verse of Allah, his sweet smile, his rote. All the sisters like." Sarah smiled as she called out the reason she liked the man.

Hanan smiled to see her brother open his heart again, accepting another man who could replace the barbaric doctor who had hurt his brother at the wedding.

"But Brother, what about Fikri's feelings?" Hanan suddenly remembered the message Fikri had sent.

"Why with Fikri?"

"That friar loves big brother!"

Sarah's eyes were wide open, her eyelids were perfectly open. "Fikri likes big brother?"

"Yes, Brother."

Sarah nodded for a moment. He did realize Fikri's service some days was different to him. But Fikri has never revealed that directly.

"Where do you know?"

"Fikri himself said to me, when Fikri came to pick up my sister yesterday. Trus I told you that brother likes him too."

Sarah glared furiously, she twisted her sister's ear that originally spoke. "Why do you say you like him!"

"Yes, brother, I thought that man was Fikri." Hanan began to think about Fikri's fate when he found out that Sarah did not like him but his brother. "Sister, then what about Fikri's feeling, if you like her brother instead of Fikri?"

"Sister will explain everything to Fikri if you don't put any feelings on him. And this is just a misunderstanding" Sarah said. Sarah pulled the corner of her lips. He was just thinking about something.

***

Again Azzam won this time with joy he polished again liquid coffee to my face. Now I feel like my face looks like a mudhole. But it's okay, let's just say I'm a mascerine. Coffee masker. Hix.

"That's it ah, Nisa keeps losing!" I said with a wrinkled face masgyul wrinkle.

"Basic, do not accept defeat," led Azzam.

I snorted in annoyance. "Well, where else to put the scribble, don't look Nisa's face is full, Huh!" I said pointing at the face filled with coffee.

Azzam chuckled, glad he saw my face like this.

I glanced at the jail looking at him that was still giggling. "Hem, rasain!" With the rest of the coffee in the bowl I rubbed it on his cheek.

Now I'm very satisfied. Seeing his face was also covered in coffee. I laughed with all my heart. Azzam did not accept, he glared sharply after knowing now his face was filled with coffee that had been mixed with a little water.

I immediately ran away from him before Azzam returned to reply to what I had done to him.

"Sina!" call growled. "Where are you going, huh?" Azzam got up after me who had run while laughing happily because he managed to reply.

"Let's go after it if you can!" I said, mocked Azzam who was upset was not playing.

Azzam seemed really unwilling to lose, he actually ran after me. I dodged quickly, running around between the chairs in the living room.

"Come, chase! Ha-ha-ha."

Like not wanting to lose his game. Azzam put away some chairs to cover my path. I stood firm. Now where should I go, in front of Azzam already present me. He continued to move forward, as long as ever close. My steps kept me going back. Until it hits the door of the room.

"Where are you going?" Azzam sniffed his chin. "Now accept the consequences!" Azzam smiled jail.

'Ouch! Ableusss bye!' said batin.

Eyes closed tightly. I know Azzam's face is right in front of me right now. The breath and perfume I could feel.

I can what now? Quitting? But I didn't let Azzam kiss my cheek so easily. At least I should piss him off first. Haha.

"STOP!" I said to hold his face, with my palm.

"Why?"

"So there's Mou carrying a rat behind my brother?"

"Huh?" Azzam. "Where?"

"It was there!" I said as my hands fumbled over the surface of the door, looking for the doorknob.

Krekka... The door opened.

"Wleekk, you've been tricked."

I went in and closed the door.

"Nisa! Open door!" azzam's voice pushed the door hard.

"Oh, brother knows. Nisa wants to invite us to do it with more privacy. Okay!"

"Don't hear me, baby!" I shouted from inside.

"Open the door, Nisa. Count to three if not also open. Watch out!" azzam.

"One!"

A one? Azzam's voice counted the first numbers.

"One I love you..."

"Two!"

"Two... Two I love you..."

"Abang broke down. Ti's.. Ti's..."

It's free that he's broken even if he can't. I key the door. I laughed satisfied. Shortly after I heard Azzam grimacing in pain outside.

I immediately ran, opening the door. "Abang, why?" I looked at him in panic. I saw him squeeze his arm.

"What's sick?" I flipped through his wrists, seeing exactly what was being grimaced.

Instead of replying, Azzam retaliated with harshness.

Both of his eyebrows were raised upwards. "Nisa, tricked... "

"Histt... " I'm hissing stupefied.

Not to apologize. Azzam even dragged my spoiled body onto the bed and locked the door tightly.

Azzam also broke down after my body crashed on the bed.

"Now you want revenge!" said Azzam gauntlet.

His hands began to embrace my body, followed by my knees.

The kiss was friendly it really worked in get. Azzam could not help but laugh when he saw my stiffened face.

I tried to get her face out of my face but she was instead engrossed in stroking her cheeks and creeping into her hair.

"Hum, fragrant" said Azzam after kissing the strands of my hair.

"Date, ish!" I pulled his chin up.

"What a darling."

"Get aside, Nisa wants to wake up!" I tried to let go of his grip.

"No way."

"Let go" I said while glaring.

"No" replied Azzam the same.

The huft! I can only sigh.

"O God, who owns a house like this!" Me and Azzam heard mother's call from outside.

We looked at each other. "Kan, because of brother, tuh!"

"Why brother? Kan Nisa first!"

I'm braking. "Well, Nisa is always wrong. Never is right!"

"Hust! Don't be angry, honey. Brother wrong. Let's not like this, we'll buy our own house later"

Azzam and I have been living together with my mom and dad. The reason is indeed those who ask that this house we stay here only. Remember father and mother are also busy with their work in Singapore. Until sometimes a month he can just go back to Indonesia.

However, Azzam still has plans to keep buying a house for both of us. The plan is not in Jakarta anymore but in Tangerang. Moving to work. Azzam got an offer to become a lecturer there.