The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 88. Photo Submission

I was busy mixing all the ingredients ranging from flour, eggs, butter, sugar, milk according to the directions from Umi because I was slowly I was still learning to make cake.

Later tonight would be a special night because it's Azzam's birthday tonight. I took the initiative to make a birthday cake with my own hands. I hope the results are good and also delicious like the cakes sold in cake shops.

While stirring the dough, my phone shook. I thought there was a message coming from Azzam. But after I looked, it turned out that the message came from a number I didn't know. With a lazy feeling I opened the message.

The unknown number sent me pictures of Azzam with a woman, she looked young, maybe even about the same age as me. Starting from colliding, the girl held Azzam's hand until they fell together.

I'm holding my temple. "Umi Nisa can ask permission to go to the room for a moment?"

"Why, Son? Sick? Dizziness again?" Umi held my arm.

"Little bit. Nisa's upstairs, yeah, Umi."

"Yes, Son. Rest first. Let Umi continue this, son." I tried to smile warmly in front of Umi, even though my heart was hot at the moment. I was just trying to look ordinary in front of my in-laws.

I turned my body towards the room, and with that my tears broke. Chest feels tight and heart sore. Which really pisses me off when I read the message underneath.

0899-XXXX-XXXX

"Male like him, it's not worth defending! You better live with me Dhanisa. I guarantee you your life will be happy."

I sat down limp, afraid of the events that once happened again.

"No! I'm sure this must be something that slanders Azzam," I thought. "It's just a regular accident. Azzam certainly couldn't have been. He is a man who understands religion, and knows the boundaries of association with women who are not muhrimnya. Yes, I'm sure Azzam must have just been framed," I said.

Not long after, the message came back in.

0899-XXXX-XXX

"How's my delivery flower? You like it baby?"

"Who is the owner of this number, he must just want to harass our household," I said growling annoyed. I rubbed my wet cheek. My patience is over. I can't let my husband be slandered with photos that aren't necessarily the truth.

"Basic stupid! He thinks I just believe. Look out if I know who he is!!"

I tried calling an unknown number.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, baby. I'm glad you finally called me, baby."

"Who are you?"

"Me?" From the other end of the phone came the man laughing loudly. "I sent flowers for a day and then baby."

"Stop! Who am I asking you?" my voice began to be uncontrollable, this man across the phone really pissed me off.

"Ups! Don't be angry, dong. Don't you know my cool voice? Haha"

I frowned at me. My face is starting to turn red. If the man was in front of me, I would have bumped his face.

"You think I just believe the photo you left. Aih! Photos are very easy to edit. I won't believe it! I know my husband is a good man and will never mess with another woman. Not like you're bothering people's wives."

"Huh-ha... Sure?"

"certain. I'm pretty sure. Now tell me who you are?" I said out loud.

Tut's... Tut's...

Phone disconnected.

"Hello! Hello!" No more legalities. The phone was cut off by the mysterious man.

***

"Who did you end up calling with, Mom? How about that laugh?" tanya Rara brought her a late coffie untum Ridho.

"Oh, no, baby. Galang Ordinary. That guy's a little bit nosy."

"Groof?" Rara sat in a docked room with Ridho in the middle room chair facing the television that was airing sports news. "Mas, why are you still in contact with Galang?"

"Why is that?" ask Ridho not like it.

"It's not what, Mom. A little bit I know the character of Galang. He's a guy who likes to play girl, baby. I'm just afraid of you... "

"What are you, Ra?" Ridho looked at Rara with a glare.

"I fear that you may be poisoned by Galang's association. You spend a few weeks with that guy. Until you forget to go home," I explained about the attitude of Ridho who had always come home late at night since he knew Galang. I knew Ridho was acquainted with Galang from his working relationship with Galang, who was also on campus staff.

"Hmm...!! Don't know you, Ra. Still good to have me back?"

Rara took a deep breath. Rara knew her words just now would only provoke Ridho's emotions, so this time she chose to be quiet. Not continuing their discussion.

"Mas I'll go to the SPA, I'll take care of it. Are you coming with me?" Rara's Basics. Although she knew Ridho's answer but at least Ridho knew that today she would come out even though she was not accompanied by her husband.

"Now!" Ridho offered money to Rara. "I didn't accompany you first."

"Thank you, Mum." Rara received the money that Ridho gave her. "But, I want to go out and go with you, Mas," Rara once again asked, expressing her wish.

Ridho immediately closed the book he read with annoyance.

"Do you have ears or not? I said I couldn't" replied Ridho annoyed.

"Mas, you have been angry for a few weeks with me. I was wrong what the hell was the same as you. Or you don't think of me as your wife! I cape mas in here. If I have a wrong try you tell me where my fault is, so that I know and can justify my wrong attitude towards you," asked Rara with a trembling tone, her eyes began to glaze over.

Ridho kicked through the table to make the glass on the table shake. Rara was shocked.

"First, I've caught you walking with Angga. I saw it not just once Ra. It's been three times. If it's okay once, natural. But if it has been many times what do you try to mean?

Second, I was frustrated by my parents' insistence, Ra, to always give her a grandchild. It makes me depressed."

Rara grabbed Ridho's hand that was clenched on the table. "Oh my God, my. Mas Ridho you just misunderstood when Bang Angga was only limited to helping carry my luggage, I was troubled, Mas. And you every time I ask you to come with me you always refuse."

"I'm not a fool, Ra." Ridho pulled out his hand that Rara was holding.

"If you don't believe me, I'll call Angga and explain everything. Not to misunderstand."

Ridho.

"And for your parents' problems, Mas. How about tomorrow we go to your parents' house. Let's explain everything and give an explanation so that our parents understand dear."

"Yes if that's what you want. Tomorrow we go there" said Ridho as he left Rara alone.

Rara was crying, her heart was hurting.

"Oh my God, hopefully I can overcome all these problems" Rara said.

***

Sit down while holding my head. I'm still upset by the attitude of the man who sent Azzam friendly photos with other women.

On the other hand, my thoughts still point to a man I don't know his name. That guy? He sent flowers and expressions of love in that little note. Because of the flowers and the sentence, Azzam and I almost went back to misunderstanding.

After a long time I struggled with the thoughts that filled my brain. I realized, I still have a job continuing to make cakes for Azzam's birthday.

"Astagfirullah" I said beristigfar.

Just as I was about to stand up, I suddenly felt something strange. I feel pain in my stomach.

"Sttts... Aw... " I can't stand up and sit back.

Still holding back the pain, I still tried to stand up. But I fell down instead. Resist pain. While squeezing my stomach. I grabbed the nightstand to take the medicine.

"Astagfirullah, it hurts so much!" my murmur is in pain.

"Sstt.. arrgg..." Clear liquid flowing on the cheeks.

"Assalamu'alaikum, baby!"

"Sina?" call Azzam.

"Nisa, where's honey?"

"Bang, brother of Azzam," I cried when I heard the voice of Azzam.

"Sina?" Azzam walked to the bed. How surprised Azzam was to see me sitting down below.

"Allah, why do you love?" azzam was so worried to see I was already teary-eyed, and curled up on the floor.

"Hiks..my stomach hurts a lot," my ringis still holding back the pain. Azzam tried to help me stand up. However, my body is really weak.

Azzam, who was panicking, finally quickly carried my body to get on the bed.

"Darling, is your stomach still hurting?" Azzam rubbed my sweaty forehead.

I nodded slowly, while enduring the turmoil of pain.

"Prophey, baby. Call the doctor first."

"Enjoy! Umf..." Azzam ran down the stairs and said his last name.

"Umi, umi please take care of Nisa for a moment upstairs. I want to call a doctor."

"What's up, Azzam? Why are you panicking like that?"

"Nisa, complaining of pain in her stomach, Umi."

"That's why it was okay. We made both cakes, son."

"No idea, Umi." Azzam keeps pacing while pressing the phone screen. Tommy's doctor's call hasn't been connected yet.

"I think I should go get Tommy Umi's doctor now. His number could not be reached. Nisa's Azzam, Umi. If there is anything, please Jmi immediately contact Azzam yes. Assalamu'alaikum." Azzam kissed the hand of Umi Salamah and immediately ran out.

"Yes, Son. Wa'alaikumsalam."

With a quick step Umi also climbed the stairs to the Azzam room.

"Showever, Son." Umi sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look on her face seeing me hold the pain.

"Son, let's drink first." Umi helped wake up my body in order to sip some of the mineral water it gave.

Umi rubbed slowly on my stomach. "Now Nisa's trying to catch her breath and breathe out slowly, son. To ease a little bit of pain."

I followed Umi's orders.

"Azzam, where's Mi?"

"He's picking up Doctor Tommy. Nisa be patient a little bit, son. Or does Nisa have other acquaintances in the hospital? Umi's worried, son."

"Umi, just grab Nisa's phone. Let Nisa call Rara's mom, Umi."

***