The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 64. My god

Azzam threw his body on the bed when he saw me sitting on the head of the bed.

“Abang, um. Go shower there!” I kept the head of Azzam that was spoiled on my shoulders.

“Malas, will ya?” azzam answered, adding to his embrace.

“But my brother smells sour!” I said, snorting towards him.

“Ah, cook?” Azzam sniffed the scent from his own body.

“Iya!” I said with a pinch of his stomach.

The man next to me got up and headed straight for the bathroom to clean himself up.

Shortly after, he opened the bathroom door looking for something.

“Nisa, where's your towel?” azzam asked from behind the door, hiding part of his body.

“Itu.” My eyes were trailing on the white towel lying all over me.

“Please get me a towel brother!” decreed Azzam.

“Take it yourself!” I said I was still playing the phone.

Azzam finally came out of the bathroom in body condition and the occasional wet hair still flowing from his hair. He approached to get his towel. I was surprised, seeing Azzam bare-chested. Show off his field chest.

I smiled seductively and at that moment our faces looked at each other. Azzam flirted back, he was able to bring his face closer to my face. I chose to close my eyes, and for a moment I felt water droplets coming from Azzam's wet hair falling down on my face.

I rubbed my face rough. “Abang, wet all nih!” I said furious because the water droplets that fell from his hair made my clothes also a little wet, even though I just finished bathing.

“Let's go, who starts nosy first?” reply Azzam, want to also destroy me.

Azzam took the towel on the left side of my body, then stood up again to dry his wet hair after shampooing. My eyes were on Azzam who was wearing clothes.

“Bang, no intention to come out? Yes like a walk like that,” I said with lips that were washed, while hands clutched tightly pillow bolsters.

“Why again? Must be bored,” guess Azzam, and what he said was true. I want to relax for a moment after a few days my head is filled with a heavy burden about the national exam that I went through for three days, and today I want to refresh for a moment.

I nodded weakly with both hands still tightly hugging the bolted pillow.

“Ya already if it wants beloved wife, brother will follow.”

“Hmm, my best brother already,” my flattery.

I immediately changed clothes. Sort out the right clothes for a leisurely walk this afternoon.

A few minutes later, I was ready to wear a navy-colored tunic paired with a peach-colored hijab.

Azzam had also finished changing clothes by wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt. I could see from the mirror reflection his face was smiling, not making a deal but we were compact. Azzam wore clothes that were the same color as the color of the clothes I was wearing.

“Lho brother how can we equal anyway?” many wonder.

“That's the sign we should, baby.”

I smile at the smile. “So yes, dear.”

“Aready?” azzam asked after feeling his appearance was neat.

“Already," I said back.

“Come, on the way now," said Azzam holding my hand.

“You want to go?” asked Ahsan's father who was sitting down to relax and enjoy the afternoon with a cup of coffee at his desk.

“Iya, dad. We want to go first,”, I said while gluing the coupling to the arm of Azzam.

Dad shook his head. “Indeed, other couples who are drunk with love, everywhere always friendly, want to stick like stamps,” said Ahsan's father, with blind eyes trailing towards our hands that clasped each other tightly.

“Ih, what a father anyway!” i said clumsy.

Dad laughed softly at my response, timidly admitting.

“Ya. Enjoy your time together" exclaimed father.

Azzam looked at me for a moment, then turned to Dad. “Daddy, do you have anything to order? Let's buy him later.”

Ahsan's father closed the newspaper he read. “Dad doesn't want any messages. I just told you, please don't make us wait long for you to give us grandchildren. Isn't that mom?” father said, turning his eyes to the mother sitting next to him.

“Yes, that's right, Dad. We miss the atmosphere of the house in which is filled with adorable tiny baby cries," added the mother to follow the speech of the father.

I turned towards Azzam with a frown. Presumably the expectations of my mother and father-in-law are the same. The huft!

“God willing, father if it has sustenance surely God will give it,” Azzam said avenging the wishes of both.

I know my mom and dad must be lonely no one can play with. My niece rarely visited here. At their age as old as today, it is time they relax enjoy playing time with their grandchildren. If Abang Khalid─a son of Ahsan's father and Hamidah's mother were given a long life, he would have given them his first grandchild by now.

“Daddy same mother just calm." I glanced at the clock that was coiling in my hand. "Hmm, Mom, Dad is as late as dusk, we go first yes, let's not go home to night. Assalamualaikum.”

We both said goodbye and shook the hands of father and mother alternately.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

***

The story is that Azzam and I will walk in this crowded area of Jakarta.

“Where were we going?” azzam asked with one hand holding the steering wheel.

Azzam nodded enthusiastically. “You once. There must be a lot of kids there. Ah funny-funny sure.”

“Abang, really like with small children huh?” I asked, making Azzam turn his head and then nod.

“What's the reason you like kids? If Nisa likes children because she is very innocent and adorable trus because Nisa also has no sister. So all this time at home Nisa has no friends to play with. Loneliness.”

Azzam nodded then smiled.

I looked at Azzam's face. “Why is his smile so strange?” I asked that because I realized that the smile Azzam threw was a smile that implied that there was something hidden behind the stroke.

“Nisa, unthinkable what was said from Ahsan's father and Hamidah's mother earlier?”

I frowned. “About children?”

He nodded quickly. “Nisa does not want that?”

“Aish, brother nih, who doesn't want to,” tepisku instantly.

“Honey, my brother once told Nisa that my brother would not demand biological rights as a husband before my brother's wife sincerely accepted my brother as Nisa's husband. And at this time is it true that Nisa has sincerely accepted her brother as part of Nisa's life?”

Without hesitation I replied to him, “Of course baby, why do you hesitate?”

“Not. It's not. Not doubting the trust. Nisa.”

I took a breath for a moment. Azzam has sacrificed a lot for me. Convince and continue to fight for his feelings for me and right now what is wrong if I give happiness that can complement the perfection of our household. “Good. That's one desire brother, then we will work together to realize the desire of father and mother.”

***

What's wrong with loving someone's husband? Sarah thinks she's not wrong and not wrong with her thinking. It's just that he was softest in the execution because at that time Sarah realized that she was a woman and could not have started first to say her feelings. Waiting for the man to express his feelings. Is possible? What if it's just a feeling that comes from me, but it's different from him. It is possible that the sholeh man does not hold the slightest feeling. Sarah herself never openly showed her feelings at that time.

“Forget Azzam, Sarah. You know my sister is married.” The oldest Ababg of Azzam began to lecture the woman who was angry before him.

“But Fikri. This feeling has always belonged to Azzam.”

“Enough. You can't be like this. That's a forbidden feeling. You're a smart Sarah, I can see that. Why does your love problem look so stupid. Why would you want to hurt yourself with those forbidden feelings.”

“I'm frustrated Fikri!” sarah's voice was choked. Fikri sat down next to Sarah. His anger tried to be suppressed.

“Sarah, I do not mean to yell at you earlier or judge the stupidity you do. But it's not worth it for you to do. You don't have to sacrifice yourself like this. Why are you even making wounds for yourself?” Fikri looked at Sarah with a concerned look. It was really pity to see Sarah. Why did he so desperately want to make himself the second wife of Azzam.

Sarah lowered. His gaze was so difficult to find the bright spot of the long road he had just chosen.

“Sarah, try to open your eyes a little. Don't expect a man who doesn't expect you. I don't want to see you again become a fragile woman.”

Fikri stood up again. “Look at me Sarah, I'm a man who will fight for you and I won't let you take that worst risk. If you think that one day you will succeed in having Azzam and making you his second wife, will you be completely happy. Not necessarily Sarah. Surely one of them will be injured.” At length Fikri tried to realize Sarah that looking at something good can not only be seen from one side. Look at something else that could have been worse.

Sarah's voice sounded. Fikri could see the poignant engraved back on the beautiful face of the woman. Tired on his long journey.

“Hopefully so, Sarah! Especially for someone who has married. Don't let people see you as a bad woman. Household destroyer people! You will only torment yourself in the shadows as the wife of Azzam. Please listen to me Sarah,” pinta Fikri expectantly. He did not want the woman he loved to be hurt.

Sarah hasn't said a word yet.

“If you can't accept me. All right, I'll try to get away from your life.”

Hearing Fikri Sarah's words. Both of his eyes were still in tears.

“But I won't let your heart hurt, Sarah.”

Sarah could only hold her own wish. He would leave it to the wind, he did not dare. He simply asked in his prayer, for Azzam to be happy. If time could be turned back. Maybe the story won't be so

The woman sitting on the park bench was still unmoved. None of Fikri's words responded.

“Good. Then I'll go first. Thanks for everything, Sarah.”

Without looking again at the woman wearing the green khimar, she stepped weakly. Hope Fikri lost, sinking with the twilight that began to fade. That feeling will probably be put away soon. Sarah was again not the woman God had destined for her.

Sarah ventured to look at Fikri's back as she moved away. Her tears are back.

“Yes Allah, if today I cannot be with Azzam, and so can tomorrow if I cannot be with him. Then allow me to erase this feeling. A forbidden and inappropriate taste to keep me until now. A forbidden and inappropriate taste to continue me until today.” Sarah's tears escaped so easily.

Pleasegg! Helpg! ...

The sound of a loud scream was caught by Sarah's eardrum.

Sarah gasps. Immediately he accelerated his steps towards the source of the sound. In front of him at this moment he saw a woman who was terrified. He approached the woman.

“Why, Ma'am?” sarah asked to find the woman screaming hysterically.

The woman's index finger pointed her index finger toward a large tree. There, Sarah found a man covered in blood. Fresh red blood was sliding profusely from next to his right chest.

Sarah covered her mouth with both hands. So surprised he found the man he had met in the park had been lying helplessly.

“FIKRI!” sarah shouted as she ran over to the side of the man who almost closed his eyes.

Sarah put Fikri's head on her lap. “Fikri, aware of Fik,” Sarah patted Fikri's cheek many times so that he was awake. “Who did this Fikri?” ask Sarah with a sob.

The man seemed to be trying to raise his lips slowly. “Sarah, thank you for giving me a little chance to know about you, even though I can't be with you.” Fikri's voice faded at the end of his sentence. His eyes slowly closed and finally his two eyelids clung tightly together.

“No! FIKRIIII..” cried Sarah.

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