The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 70. Muroja

Today is a happy day for my sister-in-law. Brother Soraya. This will certainly be a historic day for Sis Soraya and Bang Ali. Today, Abang Ali will justify the woman of his choice. Happiness is seen when you reach the highest. Where when the two sit side by side.

Guests also throw a happy look at each other when they see two brides hanging out at the wedding. Not spared also the happy expression emanated from Abah Hamzah and Umi Salamah. Finally their only daughter had perfected half her religion.

"Barakallah, may be a sad family, mawadah and warrahma" the prayers of some of the invited guests who were present congratulated.

Azzam and I sat down, filling a place at one of the round tables reserved for invited guests. Lots of invited guests who congratulated, starting from lecturer friend abah. Friend, employee Sarah. Until business partner Abang Ali.

Sis Soraya once told me a little about the beginning of her meeting with Ali which was very dramatic. Just because the documents are exchanged makes Soraya have to meet again and again, starting from arranging the schedule of the Soraya boss meeting with Ali. On the submission of a property business contract made Soraya kerapa meet with Ali. Soraya is the company secretary led by Xavier Kayle. A man of British Indonesian blood.

"Assalamualaikum we can both join here," asked Sarah who came together with Fikri.

Azzam welcomed his brother with pleasure. "Not playing, looking very happy at the moment, huh?" usik Azzam while hitting Fikri's shoulder. Makes her grimace slowly.

"aww... Don't be here, dong. Still a bit sore yesterday's scar," annoyed Fikri.

"Oh, sorry sorry to forget." Azzam.

Sarah and I laughed and shook their heads.

Fikri pulled a chair for herself and Sarah. "Sit, Sarah" Fikri said.

"Thank you."

Fikri sipped a drink on the table. "Where bro, make brother keep his promise. Bringing the future wife, during the wedding day Soraya," said Fikri raised his eyebrows.

Azzam. "Ah, gooddo. Brother is great," praised Azzam.

"How healthy is it?" I asked Brother Sarah.

"Alhamdulillah, good also brother."

Sarah smiled.

On the other hand Fikri seemed to be sniffing the jail with Azzam. "While we will also carry out the wedding following Brother Soraya. When are you guys...." Fikri smelled his smile.

"When what?" ask Azzam.

"When you have a debay," Fikri's laughter teases her younger brother.

"Ah, what do I think, bang."

Azzam turned his head and glanced at me. "When baby?" azzam asked in love.

I sniffed my shoulders, my face started to be unfriendly when asked that. Finally, I just returned with a smile.

"Nisa, take it easy if you want to vent or consult with me well. And it's free, no need to pay," Sarah happily replied.

"Hm... Steady on Doctor." Fikri.

I also grinned wide. "Thank you, brother."

Our conversation ended fifteen minutes later after the photographer asked the whole family to take a moment together.

***

Return to routine as usual. I woke up at three in the morning. I've been used to it since living at home with Azzam. The routine he used to do, I also followed gradually. To make me accustomed to doing what he often also does, as well as sunnah worship.

Like this time, I woke up at three in the morning to perform tahajjud prayer. I looked next door. Azzam was still lying down, asleep in his sleep. Last night he had just slept at 12 pm, all his work made him have to sleep late for two nights. Not to mention today, he was going to Tangerang. I just hope my husband is always given health.

The tired, striped look on his face made me undo my intention to wake Azzam up. He usually wakes me up in the morning. With a smile I rubbed Azzam's dense hair. My hands touched every part of her face, touching the smooth and smooth skin of her cheeks with the sideburns that seemed to start growing back on her cheeks. The slumbering it made me all awestruck.

Azzam's eyes blinked softly, as if he was piqued with a small gesture I made on his beautiful face.

He rubbed his face three times.

"Sina?" call Azzam with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What time is it?"

"Three hours past ten minutes, bang," I replied, raising my head from above his face.

"Astagfirullah, why didn't Nisa wake up brother?" Azzam asked as he inched his back to the head of the bed.

"Nisa was about to wake up brother, just Nisa did not have the heart to wake him up," I said wiping the soft arm of his arm.

Azzam rubbed his eyes. "Yes, let's take ablution and pray together."

I went into the bathroom first alternating with Azzam. Cleanse the body before ablution.

After the Azzam prayer do the activity as usual. Every time we finish praying, we read the Qur'an. After he taught. Azzam asked me to deposit the requested short surah memorization. Patiently Azzam listened to my rote, I solemnly chanted muroja'ah surah Al-Buruj.

My heart trembled at the end of my rote. I shed tears. Azzam looked at me, then gently rubbed my shoulder. He wiped my tears.

I have always said that when reading the verses of Allah we also need to recite the meaning contained in the Qur'an.

Since the sacrifice of the Book of God is the key to unlocking knowledge and knowledge, it also brings good results and gains a wealth of knowledge. Tadabur also serves to increase faith and strengthen the faith tree. The tadabur also makes one recognize His Lord, the knowledge of His perfect qualities and His detachment from imperfect ones. By the tadabur, one can know the way to Allah and the nature of the one who follows that path. One can know his enemy by the tadabur and the ugly path that leads to the torment and the qualities of the one who walks that path.

"Darling, that is why we are asked to recite the Quran. So that someone continues to reflect on every meaning in the Quran, and participate will make the increase of knowledge, charity, and washing," said Azzam softly.

"Ang at once Nisa's oustadnya, thank you for wanting to guide Nisa well and patiently. Sorry if Nisa always makes you upset, or Nisa's treatment and words that make or hurt your brother," I said sincerely.

"Zaujaty, I've heard Nisa apologize to my brother a lot." Azzam stroked my head which was still covered with mucus.

"Because Nisa felt that she was not yet a good woman, not yet a woman who obeyed her husband."

"Darling, being a good woman is not gradual. Now we both fix ourselves. Kira reaches God's paradise together. So, Nisa doesn't have to say that"

"Nisa just feels inappropriate, with men like ustadz"

"Honey, if you have always been looking for a partner who is compatible with your brother, of course you will not want to marry Nisa. But if good men should always be paired with good women anyway, then how women are said to be not good. A good man is always paired with a good woman. And then men are not good at pairing with women is not good, then what happens?" Azzam paused his sentence for a moment.

"Then it is the duty of her husband to teach his wife something good to achieve that good. And I accept Nisa as she is" Azzam continued.

"But brother, not man is good for woman." I stared at both of his eyes intensely. "And Nisa even used to defy disobedience to what you always say even Nisa ever betrayed that loyalty."

"If there are lovers paired, but one of them is unfaithful. So, it could be that our partner was made by God as a test of patience for him."

Life is harmony. Like a melodious orchestra that combines a difference. Melly Goeslaw is not good at writing block notes, she is just good at humming but she has an amazing life companion. Anto Hoed who then wrote the names in a stunning arrangement. This is the reality of husband and wife. Equality in life, by sticking to its God, religious norms, faithfulness, mutual love, love and respect.

I bowed to hear his words.

"If we used to pay attention, when our grandparents were married many began by not loving each other because they were betrothed. But many of their marriages remained until death separated them. But look now, many young couples who marry on the basis of love. It even starts with a dating process that sometimes takes years but easily divorces and says we no longer fit. The main point is, now many do not appreciate loyalty and always demand to receive rather than give" he explained.

I nodded for sure, presumably early in the morning I had gotten a lot of public lectures from Azzam.

Azzam lifted my chin. Asking him to look at the two eyeballs of Azzam. "Is Nisa sorry that our marriage is happening?"

I gasped, why is he asking that again? Whether he remembered the beginning of our marriage, I really refused him to be my husband. I held both of his hands. "Nisa only learned about the sincere meaning of brother to accept and summarize everything. Brother remembered, saying when after reciting ijab qabul. That you accept it because of God, and if you ask about it now. Nisa will answer. If Nisa loves Nisa's husband because of God. That's the answer," I then kissed his right hand.

Azzam grinned. "May God always give light to our hearts. Always guiding us to the firmness of faith."

"Mother."

We are still in the original position. Sitting facing Azzam with the Qur'an still in the middle of the two of us.

I throw one teasing smile. "If Nisa can ask. Why did you refuse when Brother Sarah asked you to make her his second wife?"

Azzam breathed heavily. "Abang just trying to keep the commitment and promise to yourself."

I frowned. "Promise? What does brother promise?"

"Promise to keep the feelings of the woman you've always loved" Azzam smiled.

"Here brother promised if Nisa is still prepared as a mate brother, then any efforts will be done to get the woman. Certainly accompanied by effort. And from the beginning and even since the beginning of my brother in aliyah school, my brother always tucked Nisa's name in prayer."

"Certainly so?"

"Yes"

"Kok Nisa is not sensitive?" I knocked on my forehead.

Azzam. "Because my brother did not show it, my brother wants God to say it through the chanting of prayer, because God knows the most about everything."

I'm nodding.

"Now it's my brother's turn to ask, why did Nisa have an illicit relationship with classmate Nisa, when she found out there was already a halal man with you?"

I'm thinking. Even I feel like a fool, why can I do that.

"Nisa doesn't know. Maybe Nisa doesn't know about what being loyal is, Nisa just thought briefly about the fear of losing the man I think she's comfortable with."

Azzam's face changed, his forehead wrinkled. "Comfortable. Oh means with that Fey Nisa feels comfortable huh?"

I pinched his stomach. "Aiii... Nisa doesn't understand all that. My mind is too short. Now please tell me about how to be that loyal figure?"

Azzam. "The short one that takes is just a commitment." Azzam swallowed his saliva. "Commitment from both sides. If we want to live a precious life. Be a human being who values loyalty and lives it with commitment. Life is happy or not depending on the commitment we carry out. On the contrary, one party alone was already capable of treason and that treason was no more valuable than trash. Rubbish can still be recycled but disappointment due to betrayal sometimes can not repair the relationship. Only a self-respecting person can hold a commitment to loyalty."

After that long conversation, we ended our muroja'ah. I tidied up our face and our prayer mats came back, put them on the couch.