The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 81. Unaltered

I went back and forth the bathroom a few times. Lucky in the master bedroom we have a bathroom so no need to go in and out of the room to the toilet, the room to the toilet of course it is very tiring. Moreover, my body is already feeling weak now.

The clock shows at 11 p.m. From the direction of the toilet my eyes were trailing to the side of the bed. There's no Azzam in bed yet, maybe he's still cleaning up downstairs with dad. I held my stomach which was still wrapped around.

"Oh God did I eat wrong? Why am I so dizzy and nauseous?" I said massage my temples. Right now I can feel the sweat have been pouring down my forehead. The head was dizzy and even I began to vaguely see things around.

"Don't I go into food poisoning again?" thought guessing.

With all my might, I walked towards the bed. I reached for the phone that was on the nightstand to call Azzam.

Phone connected.

"Darling, still busy downstairs?"

"Leave to clean up the living room again baby. Wh why?

"Can you go upstairs for a second?"

"Why? Can't wait to sleep together brother ya," strapped Azzam across after teasing me.

I still wipe my sweat, and try to return the laughter as well, even though Azzam's speech makes the head so dizzy.

"Oh yes already. Brother just continue to clean up some items below," said I weakly while leaning my back to the head of the bed.

"What's up, baby? Why does the brother with Nisa's voice seem so uninspired?"

"Not papa?" reply brief.

"Hm... My brother is not sure. Yeah, brother go upstairs now yeah."

I hung up on me, then put the phone back on the nightstand.

With trembling hands I tried to grab a geras filled with mineral water. My throat felt very dry, probably because I had been sweating a lot even though the night was late and the air outside began to creep cold.

A loud clanging sound hit the floor, his voice was so loud. The glass I was holding fell to the floor. It seems that my job has increased by having to clean up these broken glasses.

"Darling, what's Nisa doing?" azzam asked, looking at me who was crouching, picking up broken glass.

"Here, the glass on the nightstand broke."

Azzam also crouched down and held my wrist. He threw out the shard I picked up.

"Astagfirullah Nisa don't so later your hands hurt, how? Let brother clean it up later."

I gave up and stood up. While Azzam took a broom and litter. He cleaned the glass and threw it in the trash.

Still standing on the edge of the bed, I blinked my eyes, sometimes I closed them hoping that the dizziness I was feeling at this time could be gone. But as a result the dizziness was even increased. I began to stagger, unable to balance my body. I finally decided to sit on the edge of the bed.

Azzam came back with a glass of water and sat next to me afterwards.

"Here drink?" Azzam sprinkled a glass of mineral water.

With both hands I clasped the glass in Azzam's hand. But Azzam helped to put the glass to my lips.

"Nisa why? Why did the glass fall?" azzam asked with a sad look, looking at me who was pale. "What's the pain again, baby?" Azzam grabbed a few pieces of tissue and used them to wipe the sweat off my forehead.

"Eitherway. Some days Nisa's body is limp," I said,

Netra Azzam follows on a clock that shows the number eleven.

"It's eleven o'clock. Rest."

I agreed and continued to lay my body on the bed. Azzam helps pull the blanket to cover the stomach.

"Is it the same as yesterday?" while allowing the blanket.

"Yes." Yeah."

Azzam grabbed my right hand and kissed it. "Nisa's hands are very cold" he said.

Azzam pulled out the nightstand drawer and pulled out the telon oil, rubbing it on both my hands.

"Are we going to the doctor tonight, baby." said Azzam, rubbing my cheeks and my forehead.

"But it's late at night. Looks like tomorrow."

"Eat already?"

I'm shaking.

"Yes Allah. This is what you don't like" annoyed Azzam who saw me as stubborn. "So, the stomach hasn't been filled?" Azzam rubbed my stomach.

"But Nisa's not in the mood" I said spoiled.

"Can't be Nisa. If it hit the maag how? Don't argue with your husband, baby."

I could only sigh, looking at Azzam who had already left the room.

He must be preparing a meal. The huft!

***

Rara looked at her husband lying next to her. But her husband's eyes had not been closed he was busy playing a cell phone. I don't know what he's typing on his phone.

"Bec, aren't you asleep yet?"

"You were the one who slept first."

Rara took a breath. She realized these few days that she had seen her husband's cold gurgle, and was indifferent even. Rara just thought that this effect of Ridho's parents saying about the problem had not yet present the child in our midst.

"Mas"

"Hmm" he said with his eyes still not looking at the phone.

"Why do I feel like you're changing now."

Ridho turned his face away from the phone. "Change what the hell, Ra? I don't have to think strangely," replied Ridho lazily.

"I don't know if I really feel that way."

"Ah, it's up to you." Ridho unfolded his blanket and got out of bed.

"Where are you going, Mom?"

"You watch television in front. I'm not sleepy."

Unknowingly, Rara's tears fell down. Rara changed her sleeping position. Look at their wedding photos on the nightstand. The photo is sweet and looks so happy with a white dress. White symbolizes purity. It is as sacred as the union of their marriage bond, even with the challenges that are heavy. Two families opposed to each other. However, Ridho and Rara. They both struggle to give that trust. But now they are faced back to the ordeal, with the absence of a baby between Rara and Ridho. It makes the family relationship Ridho and Rara again stretched. Moreover, Rara's mother-in-law or Ridho's parents want their son to marry again to gain grandchildren.

Rara's tears fell tightly soaked the pillow that supported her head, accompanied by a dim light.

"Mas, is that what made you change? Your attitude makes me feel guilty. Maybe true said our parents Mas, we do not deserve to be together," said Rara Lirih while wiping the cold photos of the two of them.

***

"Zam, who's it for?" asked Umi—ibu Azzam, watching her son was spooning rice and some side dishes into a white plate.

"For Nisa, Umi. Turns out he hasn't eaten from Umi."

"Even though Umi had told him earlier, but Nisa later. The reason is not taste"

"Indeed so Umi, stubborn still not lost."

"Why else Nisa, Zam?" asked when she approached her daughter-in-law. He just appeared from the back door.

"Nisa's words were weak, and dizzy," Azzam replied.

"Have you checked with the doctor yet?" Umi asked as she arranged the dishes onto the dish shelves.

"Yet, Umi."

"Just try tomorrow to take your wife to the hospital, son," suggested Umi.

"Nisa, the same story mom said it's been two days she complained with the same pain."

Azzam turned his gaze to Hamidah's mother. "Yes, Mom. Yesterday he was nauseous and dizzy."

Umi approached Bu Hamidah. He poked Hamidah's arm. "Don't fill her, Idah," Umi smiled.

Hamidah's mother nodded. "It can be."

Azzam who heard the cringing. "Huh?"

"Let this umi child know and we are not curious, you should take Nisa to the hospital tomorrow, son." Sumringah's smile.

"Yes Umi. Tomorrow, Azzam plans to take Nisa to the hospital. If it's Azzam up first yes, umi, mother." Azzam left the kitchen and headed back to the upstairs room with a plate of rice and milk for his wife.

***

I was still silent in a blue sea blanket that covered half of my body. My eyes were shut tight, but I wasn't actually sleeping. Just trying to reduce the pain in the head.

KRIEK...

The door of the room opened, Azzam appeared behind the door.

"Sina?" Azzam rubbed my cheeks slowly.

I blinked, when I realized that there was a sound and touch that hit my face. Slowly and slowly I opened my eyes.

"Eat first, baby." Azzam sat on the edge of the bed and placed the glass on the nightstand.

I'm inching up.

Azzam started feeding a pinch of rice and got it into my mouth.

"Come on.. Aa" Azzam asked me to open my mouth. But I refused it, I have absolutely no interest in having dinner tonight.

"Sina?" Azzam widened his eyes, gesturing for me to comply with his wishes. "Come on a little bit," soft tone.

I followed his wishes.

But only three mouthfuls in a row I asked Azzam to finish his next feed.

"Have you?"

"Yes"

"Come on one more spoon, baby."

"No way." I'm shaking.

Azzam sighed and placed the plate in his hand, then took out a glass filled with mineral water.

"Tomorrow morning we go to the hospital huh, brother is worried that it's been two days Nisa complained of the same pain."

"Yes,"

Azzam smiled as he stroked my head. "Well, dong, recite. Now Nisa can sleep."

"Will not sleep, too?"

"Yes in a minute. Brother wants to put this down first, yes" Azzam pointed to the dinner plate he brought earlier for me.

I pulled Azzam's hand. "Watch that plate there. Nisa wants you to sleep with Nisa now."

"Yes Allah. Why does my brother's wife become spoiled like this anyway," Azzam's makeup.

I smiled blushingly as Azzam cooed my cheek.

"Belgroff." I held her hand.

"Yes already. But let go of his hand, baby. You're going to the toilet for a second."

Azzam released a peci attached to his head covering Azzam's black hair. He's headed for the bathroom. I know he'd want to take ablution water. Azzam always so when about to go to work or about to sleep, he certainly always ablution first.

Wudhu is certainly an exhortation before people do their worship to Allah. Wudhu means to be holy. Wudhu also contains a high value of worship. When someone is holy. If a person is in a state of holiness, he is close to God because God will be near and love to those who are in a state of holiness.

The Prophet said:

“Whoever sleeps at night in a state of holiness (wudhu’) then the Angel will follow, then when he wakes up the Angel will say ‘Yes Allah forgive your servant the fulan, and when he wakes up the Angel will say , for he sleeps at night in a state always holy". (HR Ibn Hibban of Ibn Umar r.a.)

From Umar ibn Harith that the Prophet said :

”Whoever sleeps in a state of ablution, then when he dies while sleeping then he dies in a state of martyrdom by Allah”.

Therefore, he who goes to sleep will have a high position on the side of Allah. So that by ablution before going to bed is a recommendation of the Prophet SAW that must be done if someone wants to get glory on the side of Allah.

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