The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 9. Sorry I’am Late

Two weeks passed...

I live my daily life feeling a little different since Abang Azzam was present in my life. He entered this house and we lived our lives together, precisely as a couple. I still remember a few weeks ago, before my father and mother were about to leave for Singapore because of her sudden job. I tried many times to persuade them to cancel this marriage. However, the sweet persuasion I threw had not been able to melt their hearts.

Sometimes the thought just comes to mind if I sit alone at home with no friends I can share my story with. Who will share the story with? to friends and the genk. Aih! where possible, from the beginning I had intended in myself so as not to first tell about this. What I need to assure you right now is that parents always want the best for their children, that goes for me too. That belief continues what I have expressed in my heart, so as to get rid of the negative thoughts that are transmitted in the brain. I should be more grateful to be able to live with them.

But whether the life I live today is called experiencing a mistake. I didn't want this situation but it made me like this. Like a tree that thrives and is beautiful in the middle of other plants, but the stem of the plant's body is present is not used as its designation until it seems in vain all of it.

In living the actual days sometimes I feel a little bit anxious because of fear at any time without my knowledge Fey, Johan, Sadam and Jihan come to visit my house. Of course if they see this I could be the stuff of the school. 'Ustadz Azzam lives one house with Syafahira Dhanisa!' I certainly don't want to experience bullying, that kind of thing.

Usually every dawn before Abang Azzam left for the mosque near the house, Abang Azzam must have always woke me up. I'm less used to it, of course, it's so hard to wake up. I don't know why these eyelids feel so heavy to open. But, I was afraid also if I woke up late Abang Azzam could be late to pray congregational prayers in the mosque because waiting for me who had not yet woke up. If I see Abang Azzam already going to the mosque for congregational prayers, I then resume my delayed sleep. ‘Uh! basic Nisa! Nisa.’ However, when the time had shown at half-six, I hurried to get up again before Azzam came home from congregational prayer at the mosque.

If we go to school we are usually busy, I am busy preparing all the school needs and so is Azzam. If I'm going to school, I usually leave before him.

As usual I always drive my motorcycle to school, while Azzam uses his car. The distance from home to school is also quite far, so I always leave early. Today I should have left earlier than usual, because it was Monday. As usual Monday there is always a routine activity that is dhuha prayer in the field in congregation and then continued with the flag ceremony. This is because after waking up at dawn I did not immediately take a bath, instead continued to sleep again.

“Nisa, hurry up a little already what time is this?” said Abang Azzam who saw me still busy putting on socks while he was standing in front of the car door.

“Sabarrr, ihhh!” grumbling.

“Nisa have breakfast yet?”

I'm shaking. “Mana had time," I reply short.

“That's it last night brother said let me sleep fast. But don't listen to people."

I was still busy putting on my shoelaces, while the words I just thought of as the wind passed.

“Today we leave for school together huh?” take him with the left car door.

“Ngak ah. Friends will know again. Next time do it," I said for an excuse.

Azzam could only sigh and then close the door of the car that was originally opened for me to come with him in the white sedan car.

I saw his face hurt when he closed the car door, his face did not change much. I thought he'd be mad. It looks like Azzam does have a lot of patience in dealing with my stubborn character, and likes to talk softly. A little bit, actually I know for sure he already understands my character that is so, considering they used to play together.

“Be careful on the road, don't speed, danger!” Azzam delivered the sentence before getting into his car.

The sound of Azzam's car engine was already smirking subtly, walking out from the yard of the house. I checked the clock in my hand. “Pat 06. 30, wow! how awful!" soon I picked up a motorbike that was ready in the garage in front of the house. Helmets, gloves and a sweater jacket are all on my body. I immediately pulled a gas lever to navigate the streets this morning.

Morning roads are always crowded, motorcycles and car wasps that chase each other to get to the destination immediately. No exception me, for fear of being late, the gas motor I pulled deeply.

The cold morning was so felt. Just half way, I felt something strange about this bike. Over time the motor body as if to look at it. I had to stop right in front of the stop to check the bike. My eyes began to look one by one part of the motor parts. Now what my eyes see is the rear tire of the deflated motorbike. “Ah! shit.” I'm starting to get anxious. Finally I decided to push the motor until I found the nearest workshop, luckily a distance of four meters from the stop I found the motorcycle workshop, I quickly accelerated my steps pushing the motor up to the workshop.

“Why, Neng?” asked a young man with hair in blonde paint.

“This, Bang flat rear tire. Please check Bang, my index” points towards the rear tire whose tire rubber has begun to thin. The young man's hand started twirling the wheels of the motorcycle tire.

“It's just a fine leak, Neng. There are no nails. Stay patched aja.”

I glanced at my arlog back. ‘There's no time left if I have to wait for this bike. I'd better find a taxi or angkot just to quickly get to school’.

“Ahm, Bang I put my bike first, later in the afternoon I come here again after school. But my bike is nothing. My only motorbike is this, Bang," I said a little bit to spy on the workshop employee, so as not to do anything.

“Aman, Neng.”

I walked away from the workshop with the words Workshop Jhon attached to the front sign of the shophouse. Instantly I just remembered something that the library loan book I had not returned and it was left in the motorcycle seat.

“Why else, Neng?” ask the young man.

“Book stay, Bang.”

The young man only shook his head when he heard my words.

After the book I picked up, I immediately turned around and ran agilely towards the stop which was not far from the workshop. Today the weather looks a bit cloudy. Dark clouds are following my steps.

Before long the public transport I was waiting for finally arrived as well. The passengers inside were already crowded but there was no time for me to look for another public transport. I was forced to jostle with various things and people in it. The clouds are cloudy and the air outside is cool, but it is not with me that feels hot inside here.

Public transport continues to break through the traffic jam. My gaze glared outwards through a public transport window whose glass was a little dusty. There was a crowd of people gathered on the side of the road, it appeared that there were also police who helped the flow of traffic.

“What's there, Mas?” The public transport driver was trying to figure out what was going on there because there were a lot of people in the crowd and there were police on guard.

“There was an accident, sir,” replied the motor driver who was next to our public transport.

The public transport driver did not ask again, he understood that he was transporting many passengers who wanted to get to their respective destinations immediately. Public transport resumed its journey. I was all upset, sitting became unsettled, about fifteen minutes public transport car that brought me just arrived at Madrasah Muallimin. I quickly jumped out of the car. Pebbles creak as they are stepped on. Struggled I walked closer to the gate that had been closed by Mr. Janus, the school security guard.

“Pak, can't open the gate?”

I asked from behind the gate when I saw Mr. Janus throwing garbage at the school gate.

“Can't, Nisa. The gate will be opened again after the ceremony is over," from the many students in this school, Mr. Janus to memorize my name because it is often late for school.

“The ceremony hasn't started yet, Mr.”

“Iya, but dhuha prayers have started. The gate will reopen after the dhuha prayer and the flag ceremony is completed,” explained Mr. Janus.

I let out a rough breath. “Yes, Sir.”

Looks like my suffering is increasing again today, it's been waking up at noon, the motorcycle tires are deflated, too late. Huh! I'm sure after this Mr. Herwin will ask me to face him and then tell me to stand in front of the field. Just as I was standing five minutes outside the gate, the friction of iron and keys being opened was heard by me.

“Log in!” said Mr. Janus. “Tadi, Mr. Herwin asked late students to come in for the ceremony.”

“Iya, Sir.”

It turned out to be Mr. Herwin, the teacher who always disciplined his rebellious and undisciplined students.

“You delayed?” he said pointing towards me with a long bar pointed into the air. I shut up, lowered my head, then followed by a nodding gesture admitting the mistake.

“You can't line with your friends, we line on the left. Special line of people who are late,” tone is firm. “You can disperse after I order disperse, if you have not never disbanded first!”

“Pak, tap ...”

I have not finished saying out of my mouth was already cut Mr. Herwin. Though I intend to explain that my delay is because the motor is breaking the tire. But, yeah never mind!

“Do not argue! hurry!”

His hands pointed at a line that had been reserved for late students. With a lazy step I walked towards the place in question.

Students have lined up orderly and neatly, as well as the board of teachers who also began to form a neat row by facing their students. I also saw Abang Azzam who was glaring at me. Not wanting to look him in the face, I immediately looked the other way and looked down at the cement floor that seemed new to paint on Sunday. 'Once I'm done, I'll have to talk again this way! complete already suffering today!' my inner.

Shortly thereafter, the flag ceremony began.

For some students, the ceremony is a very boring activity. How not? Students are ordered to march under the hot sun and follow the procession of ceremonial activities that are so-so. Today at least there are things to be grateful for because the weather is cloudy so the ceremony will not feel hot. Without feeling, a series of ceremonies began to run starting from the reading of Pancasila, the reading of the Opening of the Basic Law, silence until the delivery of the mandate by the principal.

I did not pay much attention to what the principal was talking about in his message this time. Don't know why if I hear people making speeches or something like that, drowsiness always comes. What clearly felt like it was being narrated, made me want to fall asleep instantly. Once I was caught asleep while listening to Ms. Erni's explanation when teaching SKI subjects (History of Islamic Culture). One class laughed at me when I was caught sleeping. I know Erni's mother likes to tell stories so match the lessons she teaches. It seems like one class knows my habits when inside or outside the classroom. But who would have thought that even so I was never absent to be sent as a school representative to participate in the Chemistry Olympics. So after finishing this I plan to continue my study of Engineering and Physical Sciences.

At the end of it sounds the headmaster gave a firm intonation to the last sentence he said.

“I ask all students to be able to monitor and comply with the school provisions, if you still like to violate then we do not hesitate to remove you!” firmly the headmaster who greeted the students with rags.

After the principal delivered the message, the ceremony leader asked us to disband the line. All the students had already started to disperse themselves and walk towards their respective classes, but not with me who was still faithfully standing on the field. I just obeyed Mr. Herwin's order not to disband before he told me to go back to class.

“You won't?” suddenly the voice came very close to my ears.

“Eh, Fey.”

“Mau accompanied by no establishment let there be a chat,” asked Fey once again.

“Kan, who punished me. Why try you come.”

“Kok could have been anyway, huh!” Fey asked me as his hand wiped my forehead slightly damp with sweat.

I'm actually a little uncomfortable if Fey does that especially on the field like this. What if Abang Azzam saw. I immediately held Fey's hand which was still pointing his fist at my face.

“Udah ah Fey, not good looking at people. That was my bike breaking a tire. Keep me to school on public transport and know that public transport likes to go there and take passengers. Yeah, I'm late at last. In fact, I was talking again in the air because the passengers were full."

“Aduh, pity. Smelly pantes.” Fey came closer to my side sniffing.

“Hmm, just keep on going," I reply with a wry face.

Fey laughing. “Partially why you didn't call me try.”

“I'm not into the mind, Fey. What I had in mind was how I could get to school on time. Uh, as a result I was late too,” I said disappointed.

“Eheemmm” long deheman voice that appeared when Me and Fey were still engrossed in talking together on the field.

“Fayzulen, why are you still here? As good as you get to class now!”

“Good Ustadz.”

My face immediately turned red when I saw that Brother Azzam was also here with us. I bit my lower lip until it was red, the sign of anxiety came. “Death to me!” Azzam was still looking at Fey who started to move away until his back was invisible again only Azzam started talking.

“Why is it late?” asked Azzam with a flat face.

I didn't answer.

“Nisa, right brother has said that he came with my brother using the car. Nisa doesn't want to! hah, now put it on!”

I hear his chattering while pursing my lips, sometimes I bite also my lower lip. Trying to neutralize anxiety.

“Why is it late?” he asked again, repeating the previous question after the question was not immediately answered.

“Bracked tire,” I replied indifferently.

“Nisa, Brother asked nicely, so answer me carefully.” The correction when looking at me lazy-faced was about to answer his question.

“So when on the road my motorcycle tire broke and I took public transportation, that's because I was late, Ustadz,” I replied in a self-perfusing tone.

“Why not call Brother?” the same question as Fey also came out of his mouth. However, this time the tone softened. ‘How do I want to call him, the number alone I don't have my inner’.

“Now go back to class, want to rain," he asked for force.

Indeed cloudy in the sky increasingly darken the air as cold as it feels.

“But, said Mr. Herwin, Nisa cannot disband before Mr. Herwin tells me to disband, Ustadz.”

“Wild. Later brother who said with Mr. Herwin.”

I nodded my head slowly, then turned my body towards the classroom. And Azzam too. He returned to the teacher's room to prepare to start the KBM that was about to begin.