The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 7. Legitimate

One week later....

The sun had already begun to rise, stripping the dark from the skin of the earth. Dew outside has melted between the sidelines of flowers and wild grass. The flowers also seem to be colliding beauty with the sunlight that shines on them.

The figure of a young young girl, brown-eyed with fair-colored skin, being pegged her image in front of the mirror with a white wedding dress and combined with a matching colored hijab covering the head.

Make-up is not too thick decorate her sweet face, making her look more beautiful and attractive. It is undeniable, anyone who sees it will definitely pangling.

The time of the week passed so quickly. After last week's pushy and sudden requests from father and mother, I finally reluctantly agreed to both requests.

Sounding from inside the room, the hustle and bustle of people were organizing and preparing for the upcoming wedding event today.

In these moments, I am still trying to make peace with a heart that is again in turmoil. I hate this situation, I hate this atmosphere. It felt like a clear circle in my eyes was about to come out, but I tried to wipe it a little. “One Nisa abstains from crying.” Trying to strengthen yourself.

I glanced towards the clock that was stuck in this room. Ten more minutes! that means in ten minutes I will officially give up my status.

“The groom has arrived!” that voice sounded vague.

An old man sat facing the table, none other than the headman. At this time Azzam is dealing with Ahsan—Dhanisa's adoptive father who became the guardian. Azzam's parents were beside him as witnesses. The hand of Azzam because of lafadz ijab and qabul is about to begin.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim

Brother Azzam Alhusayn Zahidi Bin Hamzah Najib Alfaridzi I married and I marry you with Syafahira Dhanisa Binti Hazwan Fauzillah Alfaridzi with his mascavina in the form of a set of prayer tools and money of nine hundred and ninety nine thousand, cash”

“I accept marriage and marriage Syafahira Dhanisa Binti Hazwan Fauzillah Alfaridzi with her mascawinnya, cash” voice Azzam heard loud.

“Sah?”

“Sah!”

“Alhamdulillah” sounds people say gratitude as well as the mother who had been sitting faithfully beside me.

The holy vows of marriage have just finished. My breath suddenly felt as though something was pressing down on my chest. I kept trying to pick up the voracious oxygen around him. Wishing this heart to be improved, but it feels in vain still the sense of tightness that always appears when breezy do’a bounced from guests who come on today's contract.

“Come on Nisa,” Mother invited me to stand up to approach Azzam who was outside.

Presumably the current occupants of the sky and everything here became a witness. Thousands of angels mourned our legitimate marriage, both religiously and legally. And we have perfected half the religion of Allah and followed the sunah of the Prophet. Even though I know there is no perfect partner in this world, there is only a couple so broad in heart to accept the imperfections of their partner and complement each other to achieve that perfection.

In the main room, Azzam continued to be grateful because he could say the sentence aloud and only one breath.

When the first room door opened. People immediately glanced at me. They stared in awe, so I felt nervous and ashamed.

Mother continued to convince me to step up confidently, until finally allowing me to sit next to Azzam. I'm nervous all the time. I should have felt this way that I married Azzam not because of love, so why be nervous and embarrassed.

"Because now that the bride is present, let's start the ring exchange event," said the pengulu.

Azzam grabbed my hand and pinned the ring to my ring finger. Fitting, not too big and not too small. Now it's my turn to put the ring in Azzam's hand. I slowly grabbed her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.

The ring exchange procession was completed, but I was still bowed silently. Mother who saw the reaction of her adopted daughter, then gave a code to immediately kiss Azzam's hand. I'm according too.

After that, I felt like he was holding my head while reading out do’a.

“Allahumma innii as-aluka khayraha wa khayraa maa jabaltahaa’a wa a’uudzu bika min syarrihaa wa min syarriha maa jabaltahaa’alaihi”

(That is: O Allah, I ask for his goodness and what good Thou hast created in him. And I ask You for protection from his ugliness and what evil You have created in him).

Then Azzam kissed my forehead gently. Slowly the kiss was released, then looked on with a calm and cool gaze.

"Alhamdulillah, congratulations you are legally husband and wife" said the mother with a happy look.

Not long after, father's hand gently patted Azzam's shoulder and said in an authoritative voice.

“May you be a sakinah family, mawadah and warahmah .. Now I entrust Nisa to you, please take care and guide her”

“Iya Abah, I will take very good care of Abah's daughter, and try to guide and direct her to the guidance of the pleasure of Allah.”

Ahsan's father nodded. “Change trust everything with Azzam.”

One by one the invited guests approached to congratulate us on our wedding, then went to enjoy some dishes provided by the host. The atmosphere of the wedding is not too crowded, only attended by the closest family, as well as left-right neighbors.

“Congratulations Bro, Brother did not expect to have been upset with his own sister,” said Abang Fikri─the oldest brother of Azzam─ came to say hello while tempting his sister.

“Ha-ha, that is the result if many criteria, want a girl who is this way, that is,” led Kak Soraya who also stands behind Abang Fikri.

Hearing the dip of Brother Soraya, Abang Fikri immediately tried to cover the mouth of his brother who was carrying it but was unsuccessful.

“Yee, please allow!”

Seeing their silly actions that teased each other, made us both a little entertained. I remember back then that Azzam and I also did such ridiculous things, and teased each other.

Just like brother Fikri. Brother Soraya also said happy congratulations to both of us.

“Eheemm, congratulations yes Dhanisa, Big brother is happy to see you two, compatible.”

I just smiled briefly.

"Oh yes there is forgetfulness." Shouted Brother Fikri with a slight dash back towards us.

"What did you forget?" asked Soraya, shocked and confused.

Brother Fikri took out a cell phone from his pants pocket. "Forget a photo together," said Abang Fikri.

Soraya's furious brother hit his brother's shoulder.

"Sir Soraya, let's take a photo together with the bontot," Brother Fikri excited, while the camera phone has been stand by turn on the camera mode.

"Eh, wait! We photograph them first, for status updates," proposed Kak Soraya who does not want to lose axis. Sis Soraya is indeed a fashionable and graceful hijab-wearing woman.

"Yes already" Brother Fikri agreed. "Sister, please Big Brother direct the right angle for mareka, while I'm the one who snaps it." It seems that these sisters get along very well, to enliven his sister's marriage.

Soraya's sister replied by wrapping the letter O on her fingers.

"Azzam, try a little closer." Instructions Soraya. "Keep the left hand hugging Nisa's waist, and the right hand holding a flower. Nisha! you also did what Azzam did huh!" tell Brother Soraya.

I gasped and just resigned to follow the wishes of Brother Soraya.

"Don't you guys be stiff!" protest Abang Fikri, the cameraman.

I breathe heavily. Huff! There are many desires of these! I'm ingrained.

"Gettle! Be recharged!" exclaimed Brother Fikri.

Brother Soraya took the flowers from our grasp and stacked my hands with Azzam's hands. Then ask us to throw one another a glance.

"Please, her natural smile! Don't be forced that way," correct Abang Fikri again.

"Ouch! Dong cape already!" my protest. Who had been holding back was upset. Because I feel bullied by these sisters.

"Okay, enough! the results are great!" puji Abang Fikri, sumringah.

***

About thirty minutes passed. Now at home there is only me, father and mother and my in-laws, also Brother Soraya. While guests and some other relatives have paid first after the event and reception is completed.

I saw that my father and mother were still busy talking to Soraya and Uncle Hamzah, I had no idea what they were talking about. What is clear is that now I want to go to the room first to take off my bridal clothes it feels not at home, and the body is so tired.

I sat down and glanced towards the glass mirror that reflected my reflection. The wedding dress in white and the hijab I was wearing was still attached to the body.

Krieett...

It sounded like the door was being pushed and then turned my eyes away. From the reflection of the mirror image, behind the door stood a male figure who had officially followed me a few hours ago. He's Azzam.

Although we were both inside this room, but no conversation had yet taken place. Silent. Silent. I saw him walking towards the bed in a white T-shirt and he had changed. I changed my position, facing Azzam who was sitting on the bed.

“Nisa, you know for sure you accept this marriage for fear of disappointing you and umi right?"

"No" elak Azzam.

"liks. Say aja. The problem is that Nisa doesn't like."

"Nisa, don't you like this wedding?"

It must be my mind. But I didn't say it verbally.

"It was Nisa's will. Then what if it is indeed a fate written on lauf al-mahfuz? Can we avoid it?"

I'm silent. Even more not understanding everything. It feels like being imprisoned in your own life.

"Try to accept this because Allah subhanallah wa'taala. As you now accept it because of God. And love your brother's wife because of Allah. Ana uhibbukafillah, Nisa!" the answer.

Allahu akbar... Allahu akbar ...

A noble call that was soothing to the heart has reverberated, sounding earthy from the chimney of loudspeakers in every mosque.

Presumably the noble call severed for a moment the soul that was still as messy as a no-man's puzzle.

“Now take a few, then take a shower after that get ready to pray."

Azzam pampit to the nearest mosque. With a quick step he headed for the mosque which was not far from home. By ourselves. Because the other family seems to have left first to the mosque. What appears is only Umi Hamidah─Mother Dhanisa─ seen in the kitchen with Kak Soraya.

I grabbed a few pieces of wet wipes and facial cleansing liquid, to make sure that no more make-up stuck to my face, then changed clothes and rushed to the bathroom.

The water began to wash over my body. When the water starts to splash on the head and down to other parts of the body, it is as if the soul is leaping from the body. Very cold, the pores are barely able to absorb the natural water. Sweat that closes all day begins to peel off washed water mixed with soap foam. The fragrant aroma of lemon soap is still left in the pore hole.

There was a cell phone ringing. I immediately grabbed the bathrobe with a slightly wet body.

Fey's voice was across there.

“What's it now?”

“I'm still in the shower, Fey.”

“Hmm, pantes scented asherbaknya get here,” goda Fey.

“That's not tempting me keep. What's up?”

“Hem, just later. You take a shower first, finish the bath later I call again yah.”

“OK”

Fey hung up.

After taking a shower, I jostled on the sofa chair while sitting playing mobile phones and scattered in cyberspace. I don't know, suddenly my eyes feel heavy and feel a little pain in the head. I put the phone back on the nightstand, and went to bed to rest.

***

Iqamah is finished. People who worship in the mosque have lined up neatly in the prayer before performing congregational prayers.

Azzam felt a coolness radiating to his body when the priest called for the takbir. The soul feels peaceful and calm. Likewise, when the face touches the prayer mat, there is peace.

In prostration in his last rakaat Azzam prayed that God would forgive all his sins and filial pardons, and asked for the blessing and happiness in building domestic relations.

Based on the knowledge learned from a hadith that reads “The closest between a servant and his Lord is when he prostrates, then multiply do’a when it.” [SV. Muslim no. 482, from Abu Hurairah].

So from the hadith gives an explanation to humans that berto’a at the time of prostration is one of the best times and mustajab answered prayer, because at the time of prostration, man is at the closest position to God who is the creator of the universe with all its contents.

After the prayer, Azzam continued with zikir. His eyes were closed and he continued to recite the remembrance of Allah. Khusyuk. His fingers moved as if they were counting tasbih.

After finishing his sermon to the caliph, Azzam got up from his seat and left the tapestry. Exit the side door where he entered.

“Ustadz!” Azzam turned to the source of the voice. H. Usman's. The middle-aged man who is none other than the imam of the An-Nur mosque where Azzam performed the prayer earlier.

“Iya, what's the matter Haji?”

“Ehemm, previously I wanted to say goodbye to a new life, Ustadz.” The smile of the middle-aged man.

The corner of Azzam's lips lifted, forming a smile. “Thank you, Haji.”

After the talk H. Ustman made his point.

“Begini ustadz, later tonight the planned device mosque will hold a small deliberation, there are some things we want to discuss."

Azzam nodded slowly, then slightly changed his standing position. “Sorry Haji, I am still a new citizen here, and not a member of the mosque device, so I can also join Hajj?”

“Iya what's wrong, some residents here also we participate in the meeting later tonight. Same with Ustadz. I am sure ustadz can contribute new thoughts for later tonight.”

“God willing Ustadz, if there is no busyness and obstacles later tonight I will come.”

“Good, then thank you Ustadz for the condolences. Then excuse me. Assalamu’alaikum”

“Wa’alaikumsalam”

After the short chat, Azzam again stepped out of the mosque grounds and went home. The distance from Dhanisa house to An-Nur mosque is not too far, only about five kilometers. If the distance is that close it is better if taken on foot, count sports to be healthier.

Azzam walked towards Nisa's room. Knocked on the door many times, but there was no answer. He then stuck his ear to the door, trying to listen to the sound inside. Slender. His hand swung to grab the doorknob and then turned it around until the door opened.

Wuuush....

His body was immediately caressed by the cool wind coming out of the AC in Nisa's room. Azzam's gaze swept across the room. There is a 14 inch LED TV displayed on the table, wardrobe, dresser, and a large bed on which lay a woman who was none other than Azzam's wife. His wife seemed to be asleep, half of her body covered by a bed cover with her back.

Drrt...

He saw a phone call coming into Nisa's phone lying on the nightstand. Twice the call has rang. Azzam walked closer to Nisa and patted her sleeping wife's arm.

“Nisa!”

Feeling that someone was disturbing my sleep, I immediately revealed the blanket and the first figure I saw when I woke up was Brother Azzam sitting beside me.

“What you did in Nisa's room!” I was shocked when I saw a man who dared to go into the room.

“Nisa, Consider Nisa's husband, yes what's the problem if you go into Nisa's room, instead of us being legitimate,” Azzam replied. “That was Nisa's phone sounds, there's a call coming in.”

I grabbed my phone, but it didn't sound. When I checked on the screen, there were two missed calls from Fey. My eyes immediately round. Ow hell! fortunately, he did not pick up the phone.

“Why?”

“He-eh, nothing. Nisa wants to go to WC for a while,” my reason, even though I came out to call Fey back.