The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 77. Sick

"Darling, this is the drink." I put a cup of warm tea on the table on the edge of the pool. I saw him enjoying his spare time by swimming in the pool at home.

"Thank you, baby," said Azzam, taking his body to swim to the edge of the pool.

I closed my eyes when I saw Azzam bare-chested, wearing only shorts above the knee.

"Nisa why?" azzam asked, seeing me close my eyes with both hands.

"Anything shy what's that plain in front of Nisa?"

Azzam looked at his own body from the top down to the bottom which could be seen within the reach of his eyes.

"Who said this brother still uses his subordinates" elak Azzam.

"Yes but sexy brother," I said laughing while still covering the meta with both palms.

Finally Azzam chose to go back down into the swimming pool.

"Yes get me a towel now!" yells.

"Where?"

"In that chair dear," angered Azzam. "Eat her eyes don't close them."

I grabbed a white towel hanging from the head of the chair, and gave it to Azzam.

"Facing back, if you don't want to see sexy brother's body!" canda Azzam stood up slowly.

I'm hissing. "Basic! Habits from the past!" my midget.

He tried to climb back up with water droplets that still dripped from his body that was soaked after soaking his body. Then she put on her towel.

"Haven't?" I asked when I had not heard Azzam's instructions to turn around.

"Not yet"

"Ih, it's so long! That's why towels are made and so long!" I said because he always wanted to make me frown and upset.

I tried to take a little peek out of my finger. He was smiling seductively and walked a few steps closer towards me.

Now I feel like my back is cold and a little wet.

"Bang!"

Azzam did not answer.

"Dragon!" call me harder.

"Hm"

"Don't be nosy about Nisa. Awass!" my threat.

"Awas why? Hbs."

I'm starting to feel weird. There was a hot roar that felt close to my face. I opened my eyes, and Azzam was right behind me. I tried to turn my body, but was arrested. He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, making the clothes I was wearing wet as well.

I'm snarling pissed. "Issha... Don't gini uh, wet nisa's shirt. Watch out!" I tried to release his arm that was clamping down on my body by looking for the blemish of pinching Azzam's waist.

"aww... "

And it finally worked. Azzam took his grip off my body. But my body was also wet.

Azzam stared seductively. He circled my body, then stopped right in front of me, showing off his athletic field chest and a little feather on his chest. I was nervous to see Azzam like that. Finally, I chose to face to the side, standing a little slender in order to neutralize my nervous face.

"Why dear, why is Nisa's face so tense?" Azzam pointed my body back to him, until both hands accidentally touched Azzam's chest.

"E... E.. E.. Where exists. Nisa's face is normal!"

"Don't lie." Azzam nosedived my nose. Slowly and slowly Azzam brought his face closer. I retreated slowly as he tried to do that, until I did not realize that I was already standing at the edge of the pool. I looked back, once again I put my foot up. Then I'll be splashed. As I retreated as soon as Azzam approached, as if he did not want a single inch, he was far away from me.

BURRR...

Feet that were barefoot on the slippery floor made me slip and fall to the floor. I had to go back to shower a second time.

Azzam laughed back to see me splashed.

I hit the water hard until it caused a splash. "Dragon!" my gerutuku is so upset.

Azzam. "Why baby?"

"Ask why.why again." I splashed water on his face. My face is pouting.

"Yes, I helped you up." Azzam held out his hand.

Hm... It's time I fucked him too.

I smiled evilly, then received Azzam's hand and pulled him hard so that Azzam's body also splashed into the pool.

BYARRR ...

I laughed happily, as Azzam's body also splashed back into the pool.

Azzam had a flat face, though I knew he must be upset.

"Ha-ha race!" I said chuckle.

Azzam did not remain silent. He doused the pool water on my face many times. Until my eyes hurt because they kept getting hit by water. But, I tried to push Azzam's body away from me and swim back to the edge of the pool intending to go up because I felt like my body was already cold.

"Where are you? Here, brother is not satisfied, still want to shower together"

"What do I look at in the shower? This is not a shower! But swim!" my comment.

Azzam doesn't want to know. He again grabbed my pelvis and embraced warmly. I'm trying to let go, not to want me to go through this kind of time with him. But I feel like my body is starting to feel bad. I think my stomach is less friendly. I'm holding my head.

"Abang, Nisa can go upstairs. Can't take it anymore?" I said limp.

Azzam looked at my face. "Nisa, why? Sick? Why is it so pale on his face?" tanyanya's worried.

"No idea. Nisa's head is dizzy." With trembling hands I tried to get up and away from the pool.

It felt like my stomach was wrapped around like I wanted to get my stomach out, while smothering my mouth. I ran to the toilet spewing out what was turbulent in my stomach.

Hoe!!

Without me noticing Azzam was tailing behind me all the way to the toilet.

"Why Nisa?"

I didn't answer Azzam's question because I was still holding on to a hostile stomach condition.

Azzam helped massage my back.

"Sick nisa? We're going to the doctor, right?"

I shook weakly. "No. No need," I said with my hands up, while the left hand rested on the toilet sink. "This must be because Nisa had been soaking in the pool for a long time. Dah no papa," I assured him.

Seeing my pale face, made Azzam feel guilty.

"Should've let the brother take care of everything earlier"

I turned the body. "No papa just make a donation to the foundation, trus ngundang orphans. It doesn't matter."

"Yes, now Nisa is changing clothes. Let me get you the shirt." Azzam disappeared briefly from the toilet and led to the main room closet on the second floor picking up clothes.

I rubbed my face from the mirror. I could see my face was paled. But right now I feel so dizzy too.

"Did my vertigo recur?" my inner.

Azzam pulled out a shirt stel for me. "This. Quickly change clothes. While you make warm ginger."

After delivering my dressing gown. He went to the kitchen like he said he wanted to make me a warm ginger drink. I closed the toilet door to change my wet clothes.

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Cup

One brief kiss was successfully dabbed when he fell asleep, it made Nisa's body that was still sleeping a little squirming. Azzam rubbed his head slowly as Niaa began to give small movements. His face was looking for warmth. This made Azzam pull the corners of his lips, forming a wide smile.

After making sure I slept back in peace. Azzam pulled the bedcover to cover part of his body.

"Nisa's sorry must be so tired. Until his body goes down like this."

Azzam knows how tired it is to go through the routine as a wife who prepares everything and takes care of the household. Moreover, Azzam little understand that his wife is not a woman who is accustomed to doing such homework. However, Azzam still salute because of his wife's desire to change by serving her obligations in the household.

The clock still shows at half-nine p.m. But it's not time for Azzam to sleep tonight. He's preparing for tomorrow night's Thanksgiving. Although there is actually still a campus job that he must report to the head of the study program tomorrow. Apparently tonight, Azzam had to give up his sleeping hours again.

Azzam sighed again and looked at his wife. After that he stepped out of the room to the kitchen to mix coffee that will accompany him tonight for overtime aka staying up.

The distinctive aroma of coffee is so piercing the nose. Makes him excited again. When his special concoction coffee was finished he took it out of the living room. Then prepare some parcels and envelopes containing money to give to orphans, at the evening event tomorrow.

Tonight, Azzam is working on it alone but accompanied by Nisa. The man understood that his wife needed a break.

The phone next to Azzam rang. There's an incoming call from umi.

"Assalamualaikum, son" the voice of Umi Salamah from across.

"Ma'alaikumsalam, umi"

"Son, how are you two there?"

"Alhamdulillah umi."

"Thank God. Umi, just wanted to tell son. God willing tomorrow, umi with Nisa's parents so go there. Only your brother can't come, son. Is it okay?"

"Yes, it's okay. Then tomorrow Umi so leave tomorrow right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did your family want Azzam to pick you up?"

"No need, son. We set off together with Ahsan and Umi Halimah."

"Oh so, umi."

"Is there Dhanisa next to you, Zam?"

"Nisa's asleep, mi. He's not feeling well"

"Your wife's sick?"

"It looks like it just caught a cold. What's the matter, if there's a need with Nisa let Azzam tell her later"

"Oh no. This Halimah wants to talk to Nisa she said kangen."

"Nisa's mother is there Umi?"

"Yes, Zam. Umi is currently at the home of Umi Hamidah. Tonight Imi stayed here, we planned to leave early, so we could help prepare for tomorrow's event, son."

"Okay, Umi. Thank goodness I was also confused if this was Umi. Moreover, Nisa was sick, there was no way she could prepare for it. I won't have the heart to tell you, Mi."

"Yes, let him rest first. Then Umi ends her phone first huh. Azzam don't forget to take care of your health, son."

"Yes, mi. Thanks."

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa'alikumsalam... "

After the phone call, a bell was heard from outside. Looks like there's a guest tonight. Azzam came back but he had taken a black skullcap and pressed it, then rushed towards the living room.

An unknown male figure appeared behind the door, when the door was first opened.

"Good night" said the man flatly.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Azzam.

Men grunting. Realize that what should be said is the salutation of salvation.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Sorry to whom?"

"I'm Ridho. Complex citizens here too, just a different block."

Azzam. "Then let's go in first" Azzam asked.

Ridho looked wryly, glancing into the room.

Azzam who saw the man in front of him was a little confused by the attitude of the man named Ridho.

"What's up?" Azzam also looked towards the house, then looked back at Ridho.

"There's Dhanisa?"

"Some, he's just on break. What are you looking for my wife" asked Azzam.

Ridho smiled obliquely. "Oh, you're Dhanisa's husband."

"Yes. What's up, huh?"

"It's okay. Can I see him?"

"I told you he was resting."

"Rest doesn't mean it can't be met?" insistent Ridho wants to see Azzam's wife.

Azzam began to dislike the way this man continued to want to see his wife.

"He's not feeling well. Eat it at rest."

"illness?" riddho looked surprised.

"Yes. Wh why? And what's up? You seem to want to see my wife?"

"I'm just giving this back." Ridho gave an identifier that was none other than the Dhanisa ID card.

Why is that thing with Ridho?

"Why is my wife's ID on you?" ask Azzam while taking Nisa's ID card.

"I borrowed it, because I forgot to bring my wallet your wife's ID became her guarantee at the mobile phone store when, I asked her to be responsible for replacing my broken phone, as a result of her actions."

Azzam. What was this man the man she had met at the time? Who made his palm wound?

"Is it purely my wife who should be responsible for the incident?"

"Yes sure. He hit me. Then I'll have to ask her to change, and she'll have to take responsibility."

"My wife said you hit her first. When you appear suddenly from the south"

Ridho. "The reason he's so he won't be blamed."

"Yes, if so. Me, Dhanisa's husband. To represent him, if my wife is found guilty. However, he is responsible for changing your phone. So, the problem is over."

"Yes it's done." The man was not saying goodbye but was still silent in front.

"What else is it? Is there anything you want to say?"

"Send my thanks to him. May Dhanisa be healthy soon." Ridho's smile while patting Azzam's shoulder. "If you'll excuse me first." Ridho raised his two fingers, saluted him before leaving Azzam.

Not knowing why, he seemed to dislike the man who claimed to be a neighbor of the other block. He just doesn't like it when he acts as if he cares about his wife.

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