The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTERS 80. Sassy

Gratitude is unceasingly denied for the blessings God has bestowed on our family. Alhamdulillah, the small sashakuran event has been held tonight went smoothly. May the prayers flowing and chanted from the orphans be granted. We only hope that the house we live in, can bring calm, happiness and be the birthplace of his successor Prophet Muhammad SAW to continue preaching Islam in accordance with sunnah wal jama'ah.

We are very grateful that we finally have our own home and live together in a two-story house that is quite large in my opinion. In this house, we will begin our new story.

The orphans had moved one by one to pick up the rice box and envelope that Azzam and I had specially prepared to share with the orphans who were willing to attend tonight.

In Islam, do’a orphans are do’a mustajab and have a high probability of being granted by Allah SWT. In a hadith, the Prophet said:

“There was someone who came to Rosulullah Saw and complained about the hardness of his heart. The Prophet asked, ”Like you if your heart becomes soft and your needs are met? Have mercy on the orphan, wipe his face, and feed from your food, surely your heart will be softened and your needs will be met”

From the hadith shows that by doing good and caring for orphans who are in need will provide benefits for us. By doing good to the orphans, the good will also come back to us in a form that we did not expect.

Doing good to orphans will also bring rewards and rewards. Without the orphans mendo’akan, taking good care of them is a commendable act that will certainly be liked by Allah SWT.

That way, God will give rewards that will benefit us, both in the world and in the hereafter. That way we will also get extraordinary life. On the contrary, when we do bad to orphans, we will be rewarded equally.

"Mom, my wife and I would like to thank you for the presence of Mother and also the children of the Asih Media orphanage. If there's time we'll go back to the mother's foundation" Azzam said.

"Yes Mr. Azzam and Ms. Nisa. Thank you so much for working with our foundation, and thank you for the invitation tonight. The kids seem to be very happy sir with this event. May the father and mother be given a spacious sustenance and this house become a peaceful and baroque home."

"Ammiin" said I and Azzam together.

"Oh yes, ma'am. How's Arumi doing?"

"Thank God, Arumi is healthy" smiles Bu Fida, the foundation's nanny.

Azzam moved his head towards me, and asked. "Who's Arumi?"

"Arumi it—"

"Arumi's a sweet and pretty boy and adorable." Ridho suddenly joined the roar, appearing next to me. "She's beautiful and sweet just like the woman on this side, isn't she, Mom?" Ridho raised his eyebrows and looked at my face.

Ms. Fida seemed to be smiling, "yes it's right."

Ridho shifted a step while putting his hand into his pants pocket. "And even in my opinion, Dhanisa is similar to Arumi."

"Ah cooking?" my response to Ridho's words.

"Yes benat, Dhanisa," he replied directly. "Sama-sama ngangenin." Ridho stood up slowly.

'What the hell is Ridho!' grumbling in the heart.

"What the hell are you talking about, huh!" I said whispering softly, glaring at Ridho who was standing next to me.

I looked at Azzam. Seeing his face red. 'Surely Azzam was angry and did not like the words of Ridho. O Allah, forgive me why I must know and even neighbor with this man. He does not realize what is married but still likes other women's temptations. Yes even though it's just beguyon yes but still, ' I said to satin.

I saw Ridho turning towards Azzam, maybe he did deliberately do that to heat up Azzam. Fuck up!

"Ups! Don't be mad, I'm kidding!" Ridho popped his two fingers.

"Oh yeah, because it's late too and the kids are waiting for me outside. Then I say excuse me first Mr. Azzam and Ms. Dhanisa, Mr. Ridho. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Once again thank you, we on behalf of the family thank you, ma'am."

Ms. Fidah passed by leaving us who were still in the living room. I feel strange here, because of the incident of Ridho's words I became unpleasant. A few minutes without a conversation. Ridho hasn't left us here either. I looked at Azzam who was still silent but had a neutral expression on his face. Until finally, Dad came to us.

"Zam, help me, son. Lift the chair in front."

"Yes Well. Nisa, you help geh umi in the kitchen," Azzam pinta before scattering outside, following the father who had walked out first.

"Yes, bang"

After Azzam left. Then I also stepped towards the kitchen but only then did I reach the threshold between the tea room with the kitchen room, Rara came to Ridho while grumbling. I turned back. See them both. I don't know what happened to Rara, I saw the clothes Rara was wearing wet.

"Why, Mommy?"

"Oh Sa, my clothes are wet!" Rara showed some of the clothes she was wearing wet like water splashed.

"Where's the story, Ma'am? "

"So that, I'm going to the bathroom plan to clean my clothes that are dirty because of the soy sauce was sprouted at meal time. When I was in the toilet, I was sucking water. Uh don't know slippery times yeah, keep me falling as a result of the water spilled into my body, Sa."

"It's your own fault, not careful!" said Ridho offended his wife who according to him was not careful.

"You are Dho. You should be worried," I swerved sharply at Ridho.

"What's sick?" I held her arm, checked Ms. Rara's body.

"So my waist, with my wrists it hurts."

"Dude, don't-don't sprain anymore."

"It's okay, Sa."

"It's not that Ma'am, fearing that anyone really could be down to the sleo - it could be swollen tomorrow, Mommy."

"That's yeah. Yes, I'll try to go to the masseur."

"Oh or not, if you still feel pain. Tomorrow I can come here, for that massage."

"Can you massage?"

I scratched my forehead. "No really. I can only do it"

I looked at the part of Rara's shirt that was partially wet. "But the wet shirt is."

"Ra, you borrow Dhanisa's clothes first" suggested Ridho.

"Not do it, Mas. Ngerepotin."

"Mas, don't want to take responsibility if you are stubborn, the ends hurt and later I will be bothered." Ridho threw out a lazy eyeball.

"Ridho's advice, Ma'am. How's it? Let me get you a dress for brother."

"Not bother, Sa," said Rara.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Just a minute."

***

While folding a chair in front of the yard that is not too broad, while also thinking about the attitude of Ridho. Lately Azzam felt Ridho often uttered sentences that made his heart hot. Whether on purpose or how obvious, such attitude made Azzam's chest rumble violently. No one should seduce and seduce his wife except her own.

Azzam continued to dissolve in his own mind, unknowingly his in-laws noticed him daritadi.

"Why are you, Zam? How to daydream that. Lifting a chair is not a spirit. I didn't eat two days" Ahsan's father joked.

Azzam. "Yes, it's okay, Dad. Just a little thought Azzam's feeling we don't make this many chairs" Azzam said.

"So, I was just afraid of lacking a chair, so I asked Mr. Damar for help to deliver additional seats."

"Oh so."

"Home here seems comfortable too, Zam. Clean and neat arrangement. The people are friendly and friendly as well."

"Alhamdulillah Yah. Azzam was happy to find this house. We feel comfortable living here too."

"Yes. Your home is extensive. However, only the courtyard alone was this rather narrow."

The clock has been nine nights. Tonight the sky is still the same as the night before, the clear sky tonight is decorated, the glittering lights of God's creation that make the sky as beautiful as the eye can see. Such a compliment to the people of the earth.

***

I feel weird. Like someone was following me from behind. I quickly looked.

The deg!

"Richo!"

I was shocked to see Ridho standing in front of me as I flipped.

How did he get here?

Very clever he was looking for an opportunity to follow me, and lest I was the only one who didn't feel it, he quietly tailed behind. But where is Rara?

"What are you doing here, Ridho?" ask me with a high voice.

Instantly my heart was pounding violently. Fear gnawed at my mind. This man dared to follow me to my private room. It was in my room and Azzam.

"Sorry, I just want to get a change of clothes for Rara" Ridho lied.

"You can wait downstairs. No need to follow me upstairs! Anyway did I ask you to come with you? Don't you?" fierce say.

"Will my husband know how? How istrimh feeling too. Then this will arise misunderstanding Ridho!" connect me with still holding back anger seeing Ridho's behavior.

Ridho resheny satisfied.

Ridho. "Ah, that's it! Just relax. Rara wouldn't think so, slow down."

'Oh Allah, what is this man thinking? He's completely insane!' my inner.

"Down right now. I don't want to see you in this room. This is my private room and my husband's. Why are you so desperate to come in here! You guys don't know manners!" I said rudely.

"Ouch! Don't be so cute. Ntar beautiful you are missing you know," said as he grinned.

Ridho stepped forward to skate on me. Made me take a few steps back as he approached. To make my step stifled, when my feet hit the wardrobe.

"Get out, I'm asking you to come out now! Or neither... "

Ridho stopped his steps. "What?"

"Or don't I scream!"

"Okay I'm going out now! See you guys, at the next moment!" Ridho smiled obliquely, while looking at me sharply.

Instantly it felt like my bones were limp. I sat on the floor for a while still holding the robe I was going to give Rara.

"O Allah keep Nisa away from slander" I said.

"Abang, I'm sorry Nisa's not confident about letting another man into our private room."

I took a deep breath and slowly breathed it. Many times I recite the phrase istigfar. I try to calm down and act normal. So that Rara and Azzam are not suspicious.

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