The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 69. Fishing Asmara

Thick gray clouds become a veil for the blue sky. Roll up the whirlwind and stab every inhabitant of the earth. Each looked up, making the heart of man flinch how nature could not stem His soon-to-be-descended grace. The rain is like water pouring down. Make people do not want a lot of passing in the middle of the road if it is not for important business. More comfortable under a thick blanket.

I stared drop by drop of water falling from the roof towards the fish pond. My lips are with me a faint smile. Seeing the white goose floating in the middle of the water, wagging his body, dispelling the wet in search of warmth. Very impressive romance.

I who sit on the edge of the pool semangkin enjoy fishing activities that become my hobby on the sidelines of leisure time, especially weekend time like this. The rain that fell did not hinder my spirit to fish, before I got the fish.

Azzam came down from the halls, seeing that I who had not been reluctant to move from my position on the river bank was still at home waiting for the fishing hook.

Azzam looked up at the sky, the rain was falling bringing the cold all around. “Nisa, stop it, let's go home!”

“No want! later first. Nisa hasn't caught a single fish yet!” my mouth turned towards him.

“Means the fish is not here, let's go home!” Azzam tried to get rid of the fishing gear in my hand.

“Ish, don't want to. Nisa does not burn, the fish must want to go fishing with bait that Nisa pairs,” my force.

Azzam heaved heavily. “It is very difficult if you have met the pool,” growled Azzam.

I glanced at him, Azzam's face sour. “Ishh...”.

Even with a sour face, Azzam still wanted to accompany me here patiently. He grabbed a fishing hook. I think he wants to do what I do, too, even though I know it's not his hobby.

I stole a look at him. Azzam was setting up his fishing bait.

I'm mendehem. “Eh indeed brother can fishing?”

“Don't get me wrong, gini-gini brother also pandailah fishing,” said Azzam confidently.

“Ah, cook?”

“See yes, later new brother want this hook sheet, surely the fish in this pond directly snatching bait, brother,” reply Azzam.

I frowned. “Yakin? What if not?”

“If in five minutes bait brother has not eaten fish, brother will describe himself to the pond and catch the fish by hand, no need to use this fishing rod,” challenge Azzam.

And sure enough, not long after that Azzam's fishing rod moved,

“Waah... straight!” exclaim Azzam excited when the bait was successfully eaten by fish. He seemed excited to pull the hook, so I was curious to help him.

“Mana? Where?” ask me to be enthusiastic.

Azzam pulled the hook quickly before the fish in the hook escaped.

“Come, brother. Quickly.” Me and Azzam, pulling the fishing rod together seems like the fish is very big because this fishing rod feels quite heavy.

“Yeayy can ..” I shouted in excitement when I managed to raise the fish to the mainland.

Azzam just laughed seeing me happy like this.

“Where to produce?” azzam asked, proving that the sentence he just said just now really happened.

I'm so happy. “Ha-ha, great. Nisa salute with brother. Lose the same Nisa who must be able to first get fish.”

“It. Never mind fishing, fishing the heart of women are smart brothers,” said Azzam teasingly.

“Ha-ha-ha.” I returned it with a laugh. “Indeed which woman's heart succeeds brother fishing?”

“Many.” The reply laughed too.

“Ihhh... brother caught means so far many women who have succeeded brother fishing. One of them is Bu Lydiakan?” I said pout. “One more Brother Sarah too.”

“Honey, Miss Lydia, or Sarah is not a fishing brother. But those who come alone approach, even though you do not put the bait, dear.” Azzam pinched my nose.

“Keep if not Bu Lydia same sister Sarah who fishing brother, then who dong?”

Azzam covers my shoulders. “Who else if not, the woman next to brother.”

I glanced to the left and to the right.

“Who to look for?” asked Azzam when I was wailing.

“Search which women are next to brother.”

Azzam incubates gauntlet. “Truely request in the fishing line yes.” Azzam scooped up a handful of water and splashed it into my face.

My eyes gnawed in shock as a flick of Azzam's hand splashed water on my face. I certainly don't stay silent. I was angry that I returned it. Water splashed onto Azzam's face. Until now our bodies both began to get wet because of water play. Plus the rain that hasn't stopped. He is still at home pouring grace on the tempestuous heart of man.

I really enjoy this. This warmth makes me comfortable. The rain that fell made me feel at home for a long time enjoying the natural treats. The water rippled as if also feeling was cheering cheerfully.

No time goes by, four months with him. Keeping the implied meaning that makes me feel at home always with him. Times and moments like this are interesting stories. In life we learn many things. The bad things that accompany our household life may be a lesson that makes us both better ourselves. And isn't experience the most valuable teacher? Yaah... I have found some of that precious experience. The rest I will meet with time.

“Honey, yes. How do we go home? This is our shirt soaking wet.”

“But, not satisfied,” my whine spoiled.

“Kan already got the fish. After all, it's raining baby if enter the wind how?”

“If you catch a cold ya stay in kerokin,” reply me to sneeze. Not that it does mean if you catch a cold just dredged using metal money or take medicine.

“Nisa!” Azzam rounded his eyes, hinting his words could not be denied in the slightest. “Don't argue with your words!” strictly full of emphasis.

“Iya-iya.” Finally we both tidied up the hook that you originally used for fishing earlier. Get ready to go back home.

***

“Lho is smiling so, something is wrong with my face?” Sarah asked while rubbing her face which was considered strange because Fikri Daritadi was unable to see her face.

“No. Not wrong. I was just amazed by your beauty, Doctor Sarah,” said Fikri with a sparkling look.

“Sick, you can still tease me, Fikri.”

“I'm not flirting, it's Fact, Sarah.”

“Hmm... Come eat!” sarah's orders.

“Suapin,” Fikri said to Sarah, Fikri wanted to know how much Sarah was to her.

“Yes Allah. This big baby, why so spoiled. Do not remember the age?” Ledek Sarah who was slammed in the face by Fikri.

Sarah took a bowl of porridge, preparing to feed Fikri.

“A’ ..” Sarah tells Fikri to open her mouth.

Sarah painstakingly fed Fikri with the porridge that she had brought earlier for Fikri. And so on until Fikri felt his stomach was full.

Fikri turned his face away, unable to accept the porridge anymore. Plus, at this time he felt that his stomach was like he wanted to nausea. Fikri smothered his mouth.

“Why you?” Sarah stroked Fikri's arm slowly.

“I feel bad, Sarah. It feels like nausea.”

Sarah put away the bowl of porridge and gave Fikri a drink.

“Already, then you drink first.” Sarah helps Fikri to justify her sitting position. Sometimes he still grimaces in pain while holding his left chest.

“Still the pain of his wound?” Sarah got rid of the little haircut that covered Fikri's forehead that looked sweaty. He then grabbed a tissue and darkened his forehead.

“Your nausea is the effect of the drug and anesthetic after surgery,” explained Sarah briefly. “You better rest first.” Sarah helps put Fikri's body to sleep slowly. “Slow-slow,” Sarah instruction.

“You should take plenty of rest. So that your body condition is healthy quickly. Do not move too much so that the seams quickly fuse and dry.” Sarah's Message.

Fikri sumringah and her eyes twinkled. “Thank you, Sarah. I'm so happy to be treated by a beautiful doctor, like you,” flattered Fikri who was replied by a smile by Sarah.

“Iya both. If I may ask, how can you be stabbed like this Fikri?” sarah asked as she tidied up the blanket that covered half of Fikri's body.

Fikri let out his breath. “I only intend to reprimand a man who was found wanting to steal the property of the conjunter. Maybe because they don't accept it. The man I saw was running towards me. Then raining a knife into my chest, I suddenly collapsed and my eyes blackened. After that I don't remember anything anymore. It happened so fast."

Sarah looked concerned. “Yes Allah. Lucky you are still given protection by Allah.”

“Iya. Alhamdulillahot. It turns out my life is not finished there.”

“That time, Angga, your friend who helped you come here,” tell Sarah.

“Then, where is Angga?”

“No know. He said he had work. So, he's never been here again.”

Fikri just nodded in understanding, ignoring Sarah's words.

***

I was just cleaning up and taking a shower after I came home from fishing with Azzam. I was still drying my wet hair with a towel. Azzam looked at me with a big smile. He just finished putting the dirty clothes earlier in a basket that is special for dirty clothes

“Sini, let brother help dry his hair,” bargain Azzam.

I smiled, Azzam immediately led me to sit on the dresser chair. Then turn on the hair dryer and help dry my shoulder hair.

“Abang, how are the files for the lecturer submission requirements all completed?” I saw it from the mirror.

“Aalhamdulillah's. It's been. If there is no obstacle. God willing Thursday, brother is going to Tangerang.”

“How long?”

“Aday only. Friday I returned to Jakarta. All brothers will check the house that brother will buy there, for where we live later.”

“Buy home there?” manywould be surprised. “Kok brother never told you?”

“Involuntary. So that it's a surprise. Reportedly the house provided, all the furniture of his house is complete. So no need to carry heavy items except clothes only.”

“Definitely, expensive if the house is this, bang? Nisa there is a little savings, who knows can help pay for our house DP money,” I said I want to help a little with some savings money that I deliberately saved, even though it was actually for tuition. His plan.

“No need, darling. Brother, I have also prepared it. The money for Nisa later college was still there, and I think more than enough.”

I nodded at his words. Responsibility? A male leader in the household has the obligation to fulfill the livelihood of his family, wife and children, provide shelter and hold clothes for them according to his ability. This cannot be ignored by a husband. He was made a leader of his wife and children among them for supporting them.

"Arrijalu qowwamuna ‘alaa nisaa”, from the passage that men are the top leaders of women. That is, men are born as leaders over women, including in the household.

Rasulullah shallallahu’alaihi wa sallam once said, “Beautiful you are the kindest person (in hanging out) with his family and I am the kindest person (in hanging out) with my family.”

Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala also said, “Kaum men are leaders for women, because Allah has overestimated some of them (men) over others (women), and because they (men) have given up some of their possessions.” (QS an-Nisaa’: 34)

There are at least two needs to be met. First, material needs are both physical and non-physical needs. Physical needs such as sandang, food and board. While I need non-physical costs such as education, health, security and others.

Second, immaterial needs are needs that are more related to the comfort and tranquility of family members, such as loving each other, protecting, appreciating, respecting, trusting and others.

Many scholars who emphasize the fulfillment of family needs are charged to the husband/father, especially from the material side. Because physically men are more likely to work in public spaces and have easier work opportunities in many fields in the past than wife or mother.

The fulfillment of family needs actually requires the attention and cooperation of husband and wife. Husband and wife are the main elements in a family that must design and set a scale of priorities that must be achieved.