The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 62. Study Group

"Nisa! Lisa!" jovan shouted loudly while knocking on the door.

Sadam is shaking Jovan's head. "God! Jo, you think we're in the market screaming. Anyway noh, the bell of the house is why you should scream," Sadam said.

"You're the Jo. It's even better if you say hello if you visit people's homes," added Jihan who also felt upset.

Jo grinned wide. "Yes-yes. Sorry!"

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nisa." Sadam said hello, sometimes he pressed the doorbell. Alternating with Jihan.

Kriekk...

A man wearing a sarong and a peci decorating his head appeared from behind the door. They all smile. He knows who he is dealing with.

"Ustadz" said Jovan and Sadam together.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ustadz" Jihan crucified his teacher's hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.... "

"So move, I first!" Jovan blocks Sadam while also wanting to shake Azzam's hand.

"Not me!" Sadam tried to get rid of Jovan's body.

"Me!"

They both still fight.

"Udah anyway!" Jihan mediates. "Geez you want a salutation like a sembako."

Jovan slightly tilted her head closer to Jihan's ear. "You don't know, I had a plan to win the heart of ustadz to want to turn my phone back. After last night I thought the same trus mobile fate how. What's really been coined," whispered Jovan.

Azzam who was still standing in the doorway shook his head slowly. "Astagfirullah. You're both. Not in class, not outside always do it. If you guys are still making a fuss here, I won't give you permission to study here!" snapping Azzam.

They stammered and changed positions by standing straight.

"No ustadz, we're just here to learn not to make a fuss." Sadam's picking at Jovan, it's all because Jovan started first! hardik Sadam in heart.

Finally, they orderly shook his teacher's hand.

"You're the only one studying in the group?" azzam asked when he realized Fey was not in their gang.

"There's ustadz, Fey!" reply Sadam.

"Fey equals Requeensha, more precisely." Jo justifies.

"Your group added personnel?" asked Azzam, who he knew Fey's gang had no Requeen in it.

Sadam turned to Jihan. He's sniffing his chin. Jihan back squinted at the eyes.

"Oh, if our gang is still ustadz, Requeensha just wants to join the study with us alone."

Azzam doesn't talk about it anymore.

"Then let's go inside." Azzam.

They all sat in the living room chairs quietly.

"Haloo, sorry old huh?" I approached those who had come to see you. Not exactly studying together.

"No, wait for you that long is normal," Jihan said in an annoyed tone, while I only chuckled in response.

Azzam woke up from his seat.

"Ustadz, where are you going?" jovan asked when he found out that the teacher was leaving.

"You want to learn, right? While I have to finish my task," he replied.

"Hem. Ustadz can I get something?" Jovan slightly bit his lips.

"What?"

"What is the fate of my phone, what does Nisa really say has been piloted?" Jo stared hard, his face sad.

I closed my mouth with both hands holding back laughter.

"There was. Just chill. I'm not that bad. I will return your phone that I confiscated. I don't want to make a bad impression with my students. Before I decided to resign as an educator in Madrasah."

"Huh? Moving out? Why Ustadz?" ask Sadam in shock.

"I got an offer to become a lecturer" Azzam replied.

"At which university, Ustadz? I don't know if I go to college where Ustadz teaches."

"State Islamic University in Tangerang, Sadam."

"Hiks." Jo's voice cried.

Sadam turned his head to the side staring at the astonished friend next to him.

"Jo, I didn't think you could be this sad" Sadam patted Jovan on the shoulder.

Jovan. "No. It's not that problem!"

"What does the problem matter?" Sadam stared confused, if that's not what else Sadam meant. "Your cellphone?"

"Not."

Sadam grunting. "Yes, what dong?"

"The problem is my big toe you stepped on, Sad!" Jovan grimacing.

Sadam quickly removed his leg from Jovan's leg. "I'm sorry, I didn't know and didn't know."

Jihan and I giggled, while Azzam shook his head slowly.

On the other hand the look on Jihan's face that had been happy, suddenly turned sad. "Well, there's no more dong sightings if ustadz resign." Jihan added.

The sighting? Indeed Jihan thought Azzam was a demon of times, my inner.

Azzam laughed softly. "What does Jihan mean?"

"Kan Ustadz Azzam is the only teacher in the school. If Ustadz goes we lose the popular teacher figure in the school dong." Sad Jihan. Although he admitted first he had harbored feelings with Ustadz Azzam.

Azzam chuckled, hearing his disciple's confession. "You're just weird, Jihan. Yes, you guys continue to learn." Azzam turned back into the middle room.

After seeing Azzam go away. I chose to invite friends and the genk to study on the veranda near the park next door. That way at least, we do not interfere with Azzam's work at home. He also since yesterday was seen busy processing the values of his students. Not to mention the files for submission as a lecturer at one of the State Islamic Universities in the South Tangerang area.

"Sorry we're late." Fey came to say hello with Requeensha who was with Fey.

"Yes. Sorry guys!" requeensha said, while putting down the book and joining close up.

"What are you guys talking about?" ask Fey who has opened the thick module sheet.

"We've just been practicing trigonometric problems, with integrals." Sahut Sadam, still trying to solve complicated problems, although in fact he likes this lesson. But for him trigonometry was the hardest material for him.

"Nis, you mean come along later when ustadz moved?" tanya Jihan paused for a moment from her activities.

"Well," I answered briefly.

Requeensha raises head. "Sir Azzam, want to move?"

"Yes. You didn't hear what we said?" Jo replies to Requeensha's question, which Requeensha answers. "Obviously dong. Don't squirm. Nisa is coming. Then I'm sorry if I made a mistake!"

"Silent isn't it?" syndicate Jihan.

"hey are. From the deepest heart, really! The oath!" requeensha said as she raised her hand.

"Sorry. You know what your mistake was, Sha?" ask me with a dissatisfied face.

"What try?"

"Ec, um. I actually created that fake account to attack you, Nis."

"Hem nice. You know it!"

Requensha nodded, admitting all the bad things she had done to me. He said that he currently only wants to make peace and does not want to find enemies anymore.

Fey inching moved closer to my side. His gaze was so intense. "Nisa, I know you've become my past."

He took off the circular bracelet on his wrist, then took my hand which was still holding the bullet. Wrap that bracelet around my wrist. "I know this bracelet is very simple. But I hope you don't look at this bracelet for its value. You know what pattern is forming on that bracelet?"

I observed every detail of the black glass beads bracelet. "Star."

"Well, I hope your life is like a star. Which is a pleasure for others. But a star is still a star, although its light often dims even invisible to the eye, but it remains. Just like me now. Even if you're not with me, you'll still be a wonderful memory of my life."

"Fey, like you said we should be equally sincere. I'm happy with my life now, and so are you, you should be happy, Fey."

"Definitely Nis. I'll wake up the happiness in me" said Fey with a line of smirking smiles on his face."

***

"Deal" Fikri's hand shook that burly man's hand. Fikri had managed to get the man to work together to help her.

Fikri laughed happily.

"You shall set it up in such a way that the fall of me will save him. Okay"

The man sniffed his chin. "Father, now you better make an appointment with him first. You take him to go where it is."

"Yes. I was thinking about that," Fikri looked towards the rice box and the drinks that were deliberately brought to Sarah.

"Then you better show me which woman you're appraising!" get the man enthusiastic.

"You're coming with me!"

Fikri walked into the hospital area. Passing through every part of the corridor to Doctor Sarah's room. From a distance Netra Fikri already found Sarah who had just come out of one of the nursery rooms.

He sped up his steps to approach Sarah. "Hay, good afternoon doctor."

Sarah jumped in shock while holding her chest when Fikri suddenly appeared right in front of her.

"Fikri, you're here again. Wh why? Umi you're sick again huh?" ask Sarah.

"No. I'm just here—" Fikri turned to look at the friend next to him. There's no way he said he's here to show the guy next door that she's the woman Sarah's been targeting. Fikri sniffed his chin.

The man is deheming. "He came here, accompanied me for a heart check-up, coincidentally the doctor advised me to check once a month. And it just so happened that Fikri said there was a hospital that was a short distance from my house. I don't understand the area because I just moved in, too." The man smiled after.

Sarah nodded. "Oh so yeah."

Fikri signaled to his peers to leave them both here.

"If that's what I go in first!"

"Okay, I'll wait here!"

The man moved his thumb the sign of 'Yes' and went away from Sarah and Fikri.

Fikri shifted her steps closer to Sarah. "It's lunch for the doctor."

"You don't have to bother like this, Fikri" said Sarah.

"What is Sarah. Every day even if you are ready I deliver food, must also be ready," said Fikri with a joke.

Fikri scratched his forehead. "Hm... Sar, the day after tomorrow, I plan to take you out. You want?"

"What is it in order?"

"In order to familiarize yourself." Fikri cetus.

Sarah's forehead creased, trying to understand Fikri's intentions. Sarah thinks Fikri is still trying to find a gap so that she can get closer to him, Sarah is just trying to keep her distance from the man in front of her. He did not want Fikri to expect any further for him.

Sarah smiled bitterly. "Sorry Fikri, I don't think I can," Sarah refused.

Hearing Sarah's rejection, Fikri could only snort faintly. "Why, Sar? You don't always run from me, Sar. I just want to get to know you more closely."

"It's not so, Fikri. I can't promise I'll come because there's still another job."

Fikri restored her wind-blown hair. "This is actually an invitation of Brother Soraya to invite you to join me and Azzam for a meal together. Counting builds familiarity."

'Azzam's? Azzam will also come there?' Inner Sarah

"Azzam was there too?"

Fikri frowned confused why when calling the name Azzam, the look on Sarah's face seemed sparkling. What he saw was not his first time.

What Sarah....? Ah, it's impossible!

"Yes, why is it?"

"No, Fikri." Sarah smiled awkwardly. Maybe for him this is the best moment for Sarah, because she believes Nisa must be with Azzam. He'll say everything.

"Yes already. Then I'd like to," said Sarah, having fun.

Presumably Fikri began to feel relieved, finally Sarah agreed what she wanted.

***

I sat in the living room, bringing a glass of Azzam's favorite tea and a plate of mother-made chocolate brownies.

Azzam was reading a book on Islamic studies.

"Dear, drink tea and cake!" soft door.

"Yes dear. Thank you yes. Glad to have a wife of this kind of attention," flattered Azzam after getting rid of a fairly thick book and his glasses on top of the book.

"Where else are you going? Here sitting near brother," pinta Azzam seduced when he saw I wanted to pass to the back.

I sit next to him. Accompanying Azzam enjoyed a cup of warm tea and brownies that I brought earlier for him. My hand grabbed the television remote. The originally blackened screen now displays the image.

A news about the murder of the wife of the husband who was caught cheating.

"Wow, serem very," I said, listening to the news by the reporter.

"That's because it's too hurt, so his wife did that time well!" added again.

"That's when napsu rule over man. Then the younger demons incite the humans," Azzam commented briefly.

"What kind of brother would Nisa do the same?" ask Azzam.

"Nisa thinks, Nisa won't have the heart to kill your brother."

"Dear, really?" Azzam pinched my cheek.

"Yes. It's not the brother Nisa's gonna kill. But Nisa's going to kill herself, Nisa" I said.

"Astagfirullah, don't be, baby. Now let us pray together, may our household, our family always get along well and be blessed by God." Please Azzam.

"Mother."

Azzam grabbed my head, as if he were reciting a prayer, then kissed my forehead slowly.

"Stay with me, whatever the circumstances," said Azzam, putting my head in his arms.

Hands swiped up and down Azzam's chest, he was still wearing a cocoa shirt and sheath was also still attached to his body. We were just after performing the prayer of the congregation earlier.