The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 61. Thebaik

"Sar, Sarah!" peekik Aunt Arini, when she saw Sarah was just about to enter the house.

Sarah looks. "What, Aunt Arini?" sarah asked, attaching her bag to her shoulder. Sarah had just returned from Meidika hospital, where she currently works.

"That's Soraya's sister, taking orders for the wedding dress."

"Oh yes already." Sarah has not yet entered the house. He walked to the boutique store next door. Sarah did deliberately make a boutique next door, because according to her the available land still fit if the boutique was built there. Initially it was only a small business, but now the boutique business has been widely known to the public. It's all thanks to his partner, Aunt Arini.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am" said Sarah, when she found Soraya sitting in a boutique with a man next to her.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Soraya stood up while inviting Sarah to shake hands continued with chips.

Sarah looked at the man next to her, who was believed to be Soraya's future husband. "Sir, is that the candidate?" ask Sarah.

Soraya moved her head turned to the man next to her. "Yes. He's my future husband."

"Include Ali. Soraya's husband-to-be." The man put his hand.

Sarah welcome. "Tidad."

"Fine, come with me, Soraya Ma'am, Mas Ali!" Sarah invites the two to enter the boutique.

"This is Mommy's dress." Sarah gave the dress that Soraya had ordered in advance. After that he also gave a sestel wedding dress to Ali.

"Yes, Sarah. Then I try, Dad." Soraya went to the dressing room. On the other hand Aunt Arini was serving Ali to try on her bridal attire.

"Well, the Mas is handsome, the suit is very fitting in the body," praised Aunt Arini was satisfied with the results of his work for several weeks. His commitment is nothing but to make his customers happy and satisfied. He will provide his best service. Moreover, Sarah has entrusted herself to manage Sarah's boutique.

Ali smiled with satisfaction as she looked at her appearance in the mirror reflection that was plastered in front. "Thank you yes. It's not wrong we dropped the option to order our wedding dress here."

"Where, Sarah?" asked the woman who had been standing before Sarah in a beautiful and luxurious dress had been attached to her body, very fitting.

"I'm staying a while, because there are still customers waiting." Aunt Arini left Ali who still occasionally tidied up her clothes.

Sarah looked with a stunning look. "Mashallah, Soraya is beautiful. Semangkin looks elegant with this white dress." Sarah slightly tidied up the bottom of the dangling dress.

"Dear, how? You likey?" soraya asked as Ali approached her.

"You're so pretty, baby. This fancy dress is so fitting and in tune with your pretty face." Ali looked at the beauty of his future wife.

"You are also more handsome and handsome dear with your suit combination," Soraya told her husband.

Sarah was just a spectator who also baper watched the two throw praise to each other. He imagined what if he was in Soraya's position. Praised and loved by the man of his choice.

"Sarah thank you, we really like it. This oath is so fancy. We're very satisfied, Sar. Oh, baby."

Ali agreed with Soraya's statement with a happy look.

"Oh yes, Sister Sarah is a close friend of Azzam. All I want to invite Sarah and Arini to come to our wedding," Soraya said. Then grabbed the bag and took out his second wedding invitation letter.

Sarah welcomes. "Thank you, Ma'am. Actually, at that time in the hospital, Fikri also invited me to attend the wedding, Madam Soraya said."

"so yeah. Mercifully. But this invitation at least convinced Sister Sarah that we were really expecting you and Arini." Please Soraya.

"Don't forget to bring a partner, Sar." Soraya teases the woman in front of her.

"That bill." Ali followed suit.

Sarah simply responded with a small smile.

"Hum, mbak and mas don't worry we will come anyway." Aunty Arini's voice was suddenly present. Aunt Arini pinches Sarah's arm. "You come with a man who's been cynical?" whispered Aunt Arini.

"Histt, she's a nobody" replied Sarah pinching behind Aunt Arini's arm.

***

While playing rubik, I saw Azzam who was still busy typing on the laptop.

"Bang, Nisa's friends are here tomorrow. Can you?"

"What's wrong?" he asked with his eyes still staring at the line of writing on the monitor screen.

"They want to learn the group."

"Can. Brother is no problem. Besides, you're studying here not somewhere else you don't know."

I dragged the chair to sit at Azzam's desk. "But my brother doesn't matter. Nisa, fearing that their arrival will make your brother disturbed." I sat with my chin up. Actually my biggest reason is that I'm afraid Azzam is jealous or not because he knows that if there are my friends there must be Fey there too.

Azzam stopped and looked at me. "Nisa, really no problem. Didn't Nisa's friends come to teach her? Not for the party. They want to be here till night, brother no problem. If they want to pray, mosque near here. While Jihan can use our room to pray."

"Why really? Why do you see even Nisa who looks unwilling if they come here," continued Azzam.

My hands are playing at the end of the book. "No. Nisa was afraid that later brother would not feel good because there was Fey there."

Azzam laughed softly. "No. Brother is no problem. Honey don't have to think about anything else. It would be better if they studied here. At least you can monitor Nisa if you do something with Fey," Azzam usik.

"Aish, is that it?" I'm thieving.

"Haha yaiya." Azzam put his hand on my cheek. "Abang believes Nisa will keep Nisa's eyes and heart from glancing at other men. Besides your husband."

"If Nisa is caliph?"

"Yes-yes, geez! It's a ticklish."

"Review yes!" delik Azzam.

"Dragon, don't worry. Nisa won't be!" I said convince Azzam.

***

"Whoo! Sarah" Fikri yells after Sarah who evades her pursuit.

"Sarah listen to me first." Fikri held Sarah back, standing right in front of him.

"Fikri, how many times do I have to say. If I can't!" press Sarah firmly.

"But Sar, please give me a chance to convince you that I am truly sincere and sure to propose, Sar!"

"It can't be that fast Fikri. And my heart is filled with other men. I thought you misunderstood. That man is not you, Fikri," Sarah said.

Fikri silence. He did not deny that he was indeed not the man who was expected to be part of Sarah's heart which was now filled by the name of a man he did not know his name.

Fikri is still trying hard. "Sarah, if one day you find out that I sacrificed more for you than that man, would you accept me in your life?" ask Fikri seriously.

Sarah did not answer, she stepped aside and went back in a hurry to get away from Fikri.

The ring he still held was grasped with all his might. He was very disappointed, when Sarah did not comply with his request.

"Wait for Sarah, look what I'm gonna do for you!"

Fikri stared at Sarah's departure with a chaotic feeling. Chasing a woman named Sarah is a challenge for Fikri.

***

Heavy rain suddenly flushed, I who was asleep immediately woke up and ran out to the place where I was drying all clothes including personal belongings.

When I arrived, I was surprised for a moment to find that the clothesline was empty and there was not a single clothesline left. I immediately stepped towards the special place where I was drying my underwear. Neither did I find anything there.

I closed my mouth with both hands. "Geez who's been stealing clothes here!" muttered amazed.

I went back inside. My eyes opened wide when I found that Azzam had folded some clothes in a special room ironing clothes. My clothes are there too. It was not far from where Azzam was sitting. He even folded some of it.

I patted the jidat. My face instantly turned red with no power to resist embarrassment.

"Wake up, baby?" azzam said, tidying up some clothes that he had managed to fold.

I immediately approached and immediately cleaned up my belongings. "What brother lifted the clothesline?"

"Sorry yes, you just want to help save clothes before they are really wet with heavy rain."

"Why not wake up Nisa anyway?" my protest.

"Abang could not bear to wake Nisa who slept well. It's okay, baby just lift the clothesline."

"Yes, keep it there... "

"What's the matter, baby?" ask Azzam wonder.

I stared at the private clothes next to him.

Azzam looked at what I was looking at. Afterwards Azzam chuckled to understand what I meant.

"Sorry baby, yes cook brother just save his clothes only. Of course, personal clothes are also dong." Azzam laughed again.

I really have no power to resist embarrassment.

"Yes, let Nisa!" I grabbed the clothes in Azzam's hand.

Azzam. "Let's help you."

"That's okay!" reject me.

"Udah. Let it. Brother just want to ease the work of the wife. Okay, sweetie?"

I smiled clumsyly. "Hem. Yes!"

We both worked together folding clothes that were piled up like mountains. I am grateful to have a husband like Azzam who always tries to make me happy to be by his side.

"Bang!"

"Hm"

"Thank you, for always understanding Nisa. Yes, although sometimes my brother also occasionally nyebelin."

"Yes. I will always try to make my wife's heart happy. So that the rizki is also always bestowed by Allah subhanallah wa Ta'ala," said Azzam lirih.

The happiness of the wife will affect the ease of the husband to get sustenance.

In the Hadith of the Prophet narrated by HR Ahmad and At-Tarmidzi, Mukmin said that the most perfect faith is the best. And the best of you are the best of his wives.

The Prophet was an exemplary figure who greatly glorified his wives. He made his wife happy and happy. He always called his wives with the best call that made his wives feel highly valued, respected and glorified. To Siti Aisyah, he called her “Humairah” which means reddish. This is because Siti Aisyah's cheeks are always flushed. This call made Aisha always feel very valuable beside the Prophet.