The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 65. Reveal to each other

The heart and the brain are the two tools of life that we acquire, where the heart is the main tool for a full and meaningful life.

Azzam suddenly had a sour face and took off my hand grip. I Invite Azzam to pull over from the crowd.

We both move to the edge of the lake.

"What's the matter, jealousy?" I said, looking at her wry face.

Azzam did not reply, leaning his body against a tree growing on the edge of the lake, with two hands put in his pants pocket.

"Yes, if you don't like it. Fey's bracelet, Nisa's throwing it away. But you don't have to be so sour on his face" I said persuading him. Then, cupped my hand to Azzam's cheek. "But the promise after this is brother smile, yes!" I said with a smile for him.

Azzam held both of my hands, which were holding both of his cheeks.

"Don't be jealous. Only you fear that Nisa Trus is wearing the bracelet, Nisa will be reminded of your old story" explained Azzam with a flat face.

Azzam's hand, I grabbed it and kissed it.

"But! Don't be afraid Nisa will turn away from Nisa's love for you. Fey's just the past. And Nisa's future is Nisa's current husband. Nisa's only focused on the one man standing with me right now." I tried to convince him.

Azzam is still cold.

I breathe out slowly. Release Fey's gift bracelet. "If you don't believe. This yes... "

I began to be ready to swing my hands up, wanting to throw Fey's bracelet into the lake where the water seemed so calm.

Hap ... Suddenly my hand was held back when I wanted to throw the bracelet that was in my grasp.

"Don't!" said it. My net is trailing on the big hand that holds my wrist.

"Fey's love, he'd be disappointed if he knew Nisa was doing that. Nisa's bracelet better keep it." Hearing Azzam's request, I paused my intention back.

I pulled the corner of my lips. "Then smile dong, baby!"

I pulled Azzam's cheek, making him forcefully smile. But Azzam pulled my cheek back.

"Hey, Nisa's got it too!" my protest.

"So, my wife is adorable" seduced Azzam.

"Huh-ha." We laugh together.

The two of us went back upstairs sitting in the middle of the garden with a vast expanse of flower fields.

The sight of beautiful flowers with various colors and looks makes the eyes so fresh looking at it. We both really enjoyed this view.

Azzam clutched tightly to my body. The sound of birds chirping, rustling leaves and twigs accompanied by the whirling wind that blows adds to the romantic atmosphere this afternoon.

Hm... Azzam can always make me smile and even laugh out loud. When I asked to talk. There are only Azzam stories that are made to attract the premise of ridiculousness that can make me laugh at times.

I put my head on his shoulder.

"Honey, we exchanged expressions how? My brother has two papers. We write each one here" asked Azzam, with two origami-like papers, apparently preparing them.

My head lifted, after receiving the red-colored paper. "Write it here?"

"Yes. We write our expressions here."

"Certainly? What if we fill this paper together?" my many.

"We exchanged papers" Azzam replied.

"Well, that means later you know what expression Nisa will write."

"Yes, definitely. I hope we both write what's in our hearts, all of it in this little piece of paper," explained Azzam, after which he gave me a black bullet.

We started to sit back to each other.

What should I write? my thinking.

I looked back a little. Azzam so casually let out his heart words. But I was stringing up what words were right for me to convey everything. I'm not very good at making. Haha, because I am not a poet who is good at making beautiful arrays like the beautiful words of Zainuddin to Hayati in the masterpiece of the legendary author Buya Hamka.

A few minutes later.

"Where are you?" azzam asked, after folding the paper.

I'm turning. "It has. But wait under him we tagged!"

"What's tagged?"

"To be 'Feelings of Heart' "I answered.

"Oh okay then."

"Okay Nisa already," I murmured. "We're trading?"

I received the paper that Azzam received, and Azzam took the paper I gave him.

"Now you ask, Nisa said the sentence you wrote!" decreed Azzam.

I took a deep breath first, relieving my feelings. My heart was wondering what it was doing.

To the thief of my heart,

My beloved...

Huft... At first it made my heart shake.

These days I received very well. When I can fill the day with you. I am so happy to be by your side, to know you... Sweet-hearted.

When my nights were quiet and lonely. You are present as a light in my life, giving me a precious life. Until now I can feel the path to a beauty of love.

Do you know my dear, these vibrations of love really torment me when I am afraid that you will not describe my feelings. I am really worried about you and my race. But Allah always has a way of giving birth to everything because he is the most loving. I used to think that the love that was present to you was wrong. People say love is never wrong. Love is the grace of God given to his servant.

*dear, believe in love because God is the true love of love. I gave it to you. It was like Zulaikha chasing after the love of the prophet Joseph who kept away from him. But when Zulaicha pursued the love of God, God brought Joseph to him.

Truly I have only tried to do that in every prayer of mine, my dear. My lips endlessly recite that I believe God will lead you to realize this love. There is no way God has given me that love from you, dear*.

With a piece of paper that I have now engraved for you my beloved heart that this is my true expression that I am rewarded.

Greetings my dear, my lady. #rasahati

"Bang!" call me lirih.

"Yes, baby."

Azzam.

"That's because it's written from the heart" Azzam replied. "Then it's my brother's turn to read Nisa's writing."

"Yes. But Nisa's sorry that Nisa's sentence isn't as beautiful as your brother's love for Nisa."

Azzam smiled faintly. "That's not what you see but what Nisa's expression is for you."

He opened the paper. Huft, it feels like I want to cover my ears tight. I was embarrassed when I read it. Because I'm not as good as Azzam in expressing feelings.

Thief of hearts, O heart,

The man God sent for me.

Companion to my journey of life, as well as a picky heart.

When I do not know how to treat love as it should be, you are present as a servant of God who introduces perfect love. You showed me how to fight for love, a feeling you didn't get sinking.

I sometimes get hung up on my own feelings. I tangent, like a lost person does not know the direction in which the journey of life I really need to go. I'm blind. Blind to your own feelings. Until God opens my eyes, sending you my beloved.As a compass, the direction in which I can anchor this heart. You have come to teach, model and example how to fight for something worth fighting for.

You have always assured me that accepting something because God is our way of sincerely accepting something.You show me what love is all about.

Surgaku, you've played a part in my life. Never tired of you give me the happiness that you have been presenting, even though you know that I am not a woman who can always repay that happiness.

If you knew you were so good at taking over my heart with the genuine care you gave me was able to soften my heart to accept you in my life. Truly present, open your eyes to the meaning of struggle and sincerity. That's what you've been showing and teaching all along.

O my imam, my paradise. This is the only expression I can convey from what I want to say from my heart. Entirely. It's all for you, baby.

A sign of affection and love from someone you have taught about love. #rasahati.

Azzam closed the sheet. Fold it into two parts as before.

I could see Azzam's teary eyes, the look of love also did not fade from his eyes.

"Thank you" he said softly and only that word came out after he finished the sentence written on a piece of red-colored paper.

Without realizing it, her tears were shed. I who first saw the circle of tears immediately wiped it.

"Thank you for everything, too" I said. "Sister's presence has great significance in my life."

I lightly stroked Azzam's cheek. Azzam seemed no longer powerful to stem the deep sense. He held my hand and immediately carried my body in his arms.

I lifted my face from Azzam's chest. "As the saying goes Nisa will not see any other man but be loyal to my current husband" I said.

"Really?"

"Yes" I replied.

Azzam kissed my forehead. Our feelings gushed with the evening that began to crawl.

***

The man who was with Fikri while in the hospital managed to kick the man wearing a mask from behind. That guy fell down. He beat him up, kicked and beat the guy. Visitors around with the newly arrived police immediately dragged the battered body.

The man ran for breath toward Sarah and Fikri's body was weakly drooped. The woman was still crying next to him. Fikri's body is always a lot of blood on Sarah's lap. The serrated dagger with a size of 25 cm and sharp just after sticking in the chest to the left of Fikri. Not knowing how fate whether the knife had actually hit Fikri's chest or not.

"Oh my God, Fikri. Wake Fik!" said the man who was none other than Fikri's friend.

Sarah saw the man she knew her face. Only he didn't know what the man's name was. Sarah looked at the man wearing a black suit as well as the jacket attached to his body.

"You're not Fikri's friend from yesterday?"

"Yes right. I'm Angga, Fikri's friend," he said with his breath still half exhausted.

Sarah looked back at Fikri's body. "Now we have to get Fikri to the nearest hospital immediately before we run out of blood."

"Yes," Angga stared around. "Please, help me to find a relief car!" pinta Angga on the people standing around.

"It has. The car we've got now quickly lift the man's body! " the order of one of the people around TKP.

Angga, who was helped by several people, lifted Fikri's body into the car.

In the car, Sarah is still trying to make Fikri aware by patting Fikri's cheek gently. But the man didn't say it either.

"Yes Allah. Come on Fikri you have to wake up!" Sarah was panicking.

Fikri's body had already drooped. Sarah held onto Fikri's head with all her anxiety and anxiety. Sarah just wants to accompany Fikri. The car drove quickly to the hospital.

There was no sound in the car. Only the subtle roar of the car engine was heard. Sarah continued to pray so that Fikri could be given salvation.

Sometimes Sarah holds Fikri's wrist. And Sarah felt her pulse weaken. A bad shadow haunts Sarah. The driver of the car is still trying to drive the car as fast as possible.

***

Azzam and I left the park when it started late in the evening and the faint sounds of people listening to the TOA loudspeakers in the mosque.

From a distance, Azzam and I saw people swarming around. I don't know what they saw there. We both don't know yet.

We tried to get close to the people there.

"Oh Allah is terrible. Lucky the perpetrator got arrested!" said a man standing among the crowd.

"I'm sorry, excuse me, what's going on here?" azzam asked one of the people around.

"So there's a stabbing going on here, sir," replied the thin-moustached man.

"Puncture?" I said surprised to hear there was a stabbing incident in this area of the park. "Why can you, sir?" manya curious.

"We also don't know exactly how chronological it is. It was obvious that the man was already drenched in blood here."

"Then how's the victim, sir?" ask Azzam.

"The victim had been taken to the hospital just now, while the perpetrator had been arrested by the police. After a young man here beat up the culprit."

I felt a little cringe and gnaw when I imagined the blood. Especially in the green grass, I saw that the red liquid was still left.

iii..... I shudder in horror.

"Hopefully the victim is nothing Bang" I said as I stroked Azzam's arm. We are very concerned about crimes like this.

"Yes, yes Nisa we have to go home as soon as possible. I want magrib too" Azzam took me and pulled my hand away from the crowd. The surrounding people also one by one left the park.

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