The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 86. Suspicious

Azzam and I are solemnly reading prayer after performing the sunnah prayer dhuha prayer congregation. Finished praying, Azzam immediately folded the prayer mat, took off the peci then placed it neatly on the sofa next to the room window.

"Bang!" call and sit on the couch.

Azzam turned his head to look at me.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can you ask me something?"

"May darling. Ask what, hem?" Azzam sat down, with beads of eyes looking lovingly.

"If Nisa can give a gift to a brother, what would you like to love?"

"Hmm, what do you want?" Azzam pretended to think after that he smiled seductively.

"Ihh, asked even that strange smile. How the hell!"

Azzam. "Not baby."

"No, what?" many ensure.

"He'm" Azzam nodded.

I snatched, and leaned against my body on the back of the sofa.

"Hem, why is that?" Azzam pulled my chin. While I was silent, I did not respond to what he was doing.

"Darling, want to know why you don't want something or a gift from Nisa?"

I sat down and looked at him curiously. "Why?"

Azzam raised a smile. "Because you've got a wonderful gift. It's even beautiful...Lovely, from this brother's wife."

"Greatest?"

"beautiful? Nisa has given her what to brother"

Azzam stood up and took something from the nightstand drawer. He sat back next to me. Netraku stared at the folded paper Azzam.

"This" Azzam held up a white paper about the size of A4 paper.

"What's that?" manya curious.

"Please read, baby."

Deg.

After reading the entire contents listed and attached to the paper. I was surprised instead of playing, the heartbeat seemed to stop instantly.

I looked at Azzam in disbelief. "What does that mean? So then?"

Azzam nodded and smiled. "Yes." Yeah." His hand then rubbed gently towards my stomach which was still wrapped in white face.

"O dear God" I said with teary eyes.

"Alhamdulillah darling. God gave the most beautiful rizki to our little family." Azzam held me tight. He doesn't believe it's probably the same as me. Didn't believe the great trust, and so soon.

He took off his arms and kissed my forehead, then Azzam sat down and rubbed my stomach. He said prayers for this fetus, he said.

"So, you asked me not to call my brother again, huh?" azzam's laughter troubled me.

I held Azzam's hand which was still placed on the stomach. "Keep what?"

"Abi?"

I cringe. "If her father is abi, what is Nisa?"

"Eye?"

"No ah, Nisa won't." I said shaking. "Mom's just an ordinary mother."

"Why is that?"

"Yes biariinnn... "

"Yes, the important thing is that Nisa take care of health, yes" Azzam said.

"Yes, but now I want to clean up first." I took off the face I was still wearing, folded it neatly and kept it back on a small table in the corner of the room. While cleaning up some of the scattered stuff.

Azzam too, he took off the sheath disappeared out for a while.

"Darling, let's get you ready!" azzam was excited.

My eyes were wide open to see that he had brought cleaning supplies. Sweeps, vacuuming devices, garbage scrap and mop cloth. Everything is complete.

"Let's fight today" he said, making me blink my eyes, causing me to stop seeing him astonished.

"Abang, what a spirit. All the cleaning tools are taken."

"Yes sure. Today is Sunday so you can help Nisa to clean up the house. So, don't cape if we work together to clean this house."

"Hmm can do it. Yes, brother cleanin first part of the room, and Nisa part of our bathroom yes," I ordered, again continue to organize books and papers belonging to Azzam scattered.

"Bathroom?"

"Yes, why?"

"Don't do it baby, the bathroom is slippery. How will it slip? Danger, if there's a potential child abi, dear."

I hissed, hearing what seemed to be starting to prohibit me from doing this and that. "Ish, lebay ah. Just be usual."

"It's not like that, you're just warning. Than something that happens later. Well? According to darling." Her sweet smile with two dimples that seemed to make me unable to resist. Poor thing.

"Yes that. And I clean up which part? If your room and toilet are all clean."

"Nisa, just help us cook in the kitchen. Just below you see umi in the kitchen probably want to cook breakfast. Yea?"

"Yes. Clean room clean. Nisa wants to come back here our room is clean and fragrant."

"Ready!" sabut excited.

In accordance with the agreement earlier, I chose to obey his words and get out of the room to the kitchen to help Umi there.

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Rara really felt hollow her husband's attitude had completely changed at this moment. Repeatedly Rara asked Ridho the same question about the reason but he still did not answer. For a month now Ridho has never touched it again, repeatedly Rara tried to melt back Ridho's heart to be friendly and caring like before, one of them is by cooking Ridho's favorite dishes but it seems that Ridho still behaves like that. Rara no longer knew how to behave.

Like this morning. When Rara woke up early in the morning he had not found Ridho where, at seven then he returned with sports clothes and sweat flooded his body it turned out he was after the morning exercise, like the usual routine he does every weekend. But usually we do sports activities together, while enjoying the feel of a beautiful and cool morning, enjoying relaxing again while running small around the complex. This time, Rara could only take a deep breath. Ridho never asked her again.

Rara walked out of the room with a step down, sitting at the dining table. Looking ahead with a blank look. By ourselves. Silent.

"What else should I do?" Rara tucked her hair behind her ear. He sat with his chin up, after rubbing his face. Lamenting the shadow of his household fate if Ridho continues to behave as such.

Suddenly, he recalled meeting himself with Azzam and Dhanisa in the hospital. At once he learned that Ustadz's wife was pregnant. In her true heart, Rara envies seeing the happiness and happiness of a love partner, who is none other than Rara's neighbor. How they can always maintain the continuity of their household relationships.

"Dhanisa, did she become my confiding friend. Who knows if he can help me and give me a solution" Rara murmured softly.

"Yes, how about I just ask her for advice." Rara went back into the room and took her cell phone. He wants to contact Azzam's wife. At least he could invite Dhanisa to meet him today.

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The bathroom just finished. Now it's the inside of the room again that Azzam cleaned. He started lighting the vacuum cleaner and cleaning every carpet in the main room. Then proceed by wiping the parts of the object in the room. It looks like it's getting dusty. Azzam began to wet the fabric and wipe one by one the objects displayed on the table and photo shelves containing a gallery of photos of their families. Now move to the flower vases lined up neatly on the table.

How surprised Azzam when he was about to tidy up the flowers in the vase, he found a red rose arrangement, before he knew this bungga was not here.

"Rose flower? It wasn't here before. Did Nisa just change the flowers in this vase huh," murmured Azzam himself.

When taking the red rose Azzam realized there was a small note still attached to the stalk. He began to read the small red note.

So surprised Azzam when he realized a piece of the sentence contained an expression of love, which was intended for his wife.

"Who sent this? What's Nisa's friend?" Azzam. "But this is clearly not from a woman, there is no way she wrote this. Does Nisa have other male friends, but who I know has no boyfriend who ever came here, nor does he look familiar with men." Azzam was worried and worried.

Azzam's chest rumbled, his heart ached.

"Oh my God, who is this? Who would dare disturb my wife." In Azzam's heart continued to wonder.

"Is Nisa hiding something from me. Then why would he hide all this from me. Why did he do it again."

Azzam tightly squeezed the note paper he had read earlier.

"God, God." Azzam hit hard on the table in front of him.

"Oh my God, who would have dared to express love to my wife!? Who's bothering this wife"

With a raging feeling Azzam threw the paper into the trash. Continuing his work with strange thoughts scattered in his head.

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