The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 89. Photo Find

"Like someone knocking on the door from the outside," said Rara then turn off the hair dryer like the original plan if today, if not today, ridho's wife will go to the beauty salon together with Nisa so that now Rara is ready.

"Mas, there's a guy like him outside. Let's see first," Pinta Rara but instead of waking up Ridho even while curled up in bed.

"Mass?" call Rara back.

Ridho murmured, "You're Ra, I'm still so sleepy last night."

Rara sighed, and told her all night she knew Ridho was overtime. He said make a report that should be given this week to the dean chief. Rara rushed outside to open the door.

His initial gaze was fixed on the little boy who suddenly immediately hugged Rara's waist.

"Lho Fatih's?" Rara crouched down to hug the seven-year-old boy.

"Fatih said he'd like to see you, Dek. Missed he said," said Indri, the older brother of Rara. Indri comes along with Rayyan, Indira's husband.

"Yes. We went for a walk. Suddenly in the middle of the road to go home Fatih's brother whines to your house, Ra. Yes, we've just turned back to your house. If not this. Ow hell! The crap can roll in his way," Rayyan licked. Indri's husband is humorous. His carrying always makes people laugh giggling, there are only materials that he uses to throw guyon.

Rara and Indira laughed.

"Emmss... Brother kangen's nephew huh?" Rara pinched Fatih's thick cheeks.

"Yes. Fatih wants to play with my sister"

"Yes dear. We play it all together."

Rara stood up again and allowed Indira and Rayyan to enter.

"Let's go in first, sister" Rara invited. The two welcomed Rara's invitation with pleasure. Rayyan's eyes looked at the room around.

"It's quiet, Ra. This is home what a lonely heart?"

Indira pinched Rayyan's waist. "Hmm..start on!" gemas Indira's.

Rara smiled thinly. "Well, come on, Mom. We just live here together. So what makes this house rame if not Fatih's brother, brother's favorite little boy."

"Abang, good to not play here baby?" ask Rara gently.

"Happy Mother," said Fatih eagerly. He called Rara Mother, because Rara and Fatih were so close. Even Rara considers her only niece as her son anyway.

"Fatih bun, at home there are no friends Fatih play," dumel Fatih, pampered in Rara's arm.

"Bang Fatih, ask mom. Mom wants to get another one of those." Rara squinted at Indira and Rayyan.

"Hmm, Ra. Don't teach the weird Fatih. This is a riwehnya, masyaallah. Moreover, the problem of tugging it if it is not followed. Hem over his father," Indira laughed softly. She looked at her husband who was getting upset.

Indira scowled and pulled Rayyan's chin. "Hehe... Joking sweetie."

"Okay, the more sweet you are. I'm envious."

"Oh yeah, which Ridho?" Ask Rayyan.

"There's in the room," Rara replied as she turned to the top floor where Ridho was sleeping.

"Geez, this hour is still as bad as a boy" Rayyan said.

"Dia, Mother. She stayed up last night so maybe she'll pay back this afternoon" said Rara.

Indira looks at Rara's appearance. The woman understood that her sister was neat, like she was about to walk.

"You want to get out, deck?"

"Yes, ladies want that treatment."

"Well, Fatih's brother can't stay here long, baby. The mother wants to go," Indira told her son who was playing the robot transformers that had been bought by Rayyan.

Fatih. "No. Fatih wants the same Mother."

Fatih approached, and struggled spoiled with her mother. "Mother, Fatih is staying at home?" fatih asked expectantly for his mother and father to allow.

"But baby, tomorrow's the school brother. How's it?"

Fatih put her lips together, a sign of disappointment if she understood that her mother's tone would not allow Fatih to stay over.

"Yes father's son, later if the brother here is the same Mother Rara. Continues the same father just slept together dong. Daddy's mommy's gonna be sad how?" rayyan persuaded his only son.

The boy was still whining while stomping his feet violently to the floor. Even the toys in his hand were thrown to the floor.

"No way!"

Rara grabbed Fatih's body and calmed him down. "Hustt, Fatih's brother. Brother can nginep at Mother's house huh. But tomorrow you have to stay in school tomorrow. Tomorrow to school with Om Ridho?"

Fatih nodded slowly, but her face could not be separated from the frown.

Rara smiled then looked at Indira and Rayyan alternately. "Sister, tomorrow let Ridho take Fatih to school, and he will go to work too."

The Rara brother heaved a heavy sigh. "Yes already then, because you also want to go, we say yes, Dek. Greetings to Ridho yes deck."

"Yes Brother. "

Rayyan lifted Fatih's body while giving advice. "Honey, Fatih's brother can't be naughty here. Later if you are naughty brother, I do not hesitate to invite brother home again."

"Yes daddy's bawel," replied Fatih.

"It could be a father's son." Rayyan pinched his son's nose.

"Rara, I quote Fatih yes. Greetings to your husband."

Rayyan dropped Fatih back, then said goodbye to Rara.

Seeing that his father and his mother had already gone away. Fatih ran up the stairs. He had memorized where he used to play, and some of Fatih's toys deliberately Rara kept in the room so that at any time if Fatih played here he could use it again.

The clock is three in the afternoon. Rara went back upstairs to get her bag and also the car keys. Oops, it was almost Rara crashing into a contained and stocky body in front of her. He blinked in surprise when suddenly Ridho was already standing in the doorway in a neat order, despite only wearing a t-shirt. It is undeniable that the man who has four years with him is indeed handsome, passionate and at home looking at him.

"Where are you going, my friend?"

"You'll come out for a minute."

Rara sniffed the fragrance from Ridho's body. "That's very scented"

"Well, I always have to be cool. Yes no" Ridho smiled, raising his eyebrows.

Rara hesitated. "But you know I'm going out too?"

"Or."

"At home there's Fatih, Mas. Who will Fatih be at home?"

"He's coming with you. Here's the car key. I'll take the bike with me, baby." Ridho handed over the car keys. "I go first, yes" he said with a smile.

Rara still stared at the confused attitude of her husband. "That's really happy. Why the hell with Ridho sometimes a smile is not clear. Sometimes angry, upset. Huft!" Rara shakes.

He continued his steps. Grabbing the bag on the nightstand and approaching Fatih who was playing in the next room.

"Abang Fatih, where are you, baby?" call Rara.

Fatih rushed out of the bathroom. "Yes bun."

"Date with mom."

"Where are you going?"

"Yes." Yeah." Rara looked at what Fatih was holding in her right hand. He knew that the one Fatih was holding was a photograph.

"Darling, what is that?"

Fatih gave the thing she was holding. "This is Fatih's mother meeting in the bathroom."

Slowly Rara grabbed the photo that was already a bit wet, probably because it was exposed to water in the bathroom earlier.

The deg!

How surprised Rara when flipping the photo, it turns out it is a photo of Dhanisa.

"Dhanisa's Photo? Is this a photo of Dhanisa? Why is it in this house?" Rara wondered in her heart. Rara's feelings began to erratic at this moment. Shocked, confused, weird, all into one.

"Mother, why?"

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no. We're leaving now." Rara put a photo of Dhanisa in her bag and took Fatih's hand to come with her.

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"How do you lift umi?"

"She was taken away but her husband was raised. Said Rara was out, as she said."

"you are patient, my son. Just call Azzam first. He's been where. Why so long," said Umi worriedly.

"Let's, Umi. Maybe on the road. So, how can Azzam pick up the phone."

"Yes, Son. The phone's not picked up either."

"Assalamu'alaikum" Azzam entered with a rash move. With Doctor Tommy behind her.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Doctor Tommy took out a stethoscope and started to examine my body. Detect symptoms that are reacted from the body. I saw Doctor Tommy sighing with relief.

"How's my son-in-law Doctor Tommy, he and his fetus are okay right?"

"The fetus in the womb of your wife is very young, and the age of the womb like this is so vulnerable. And the worst risk is a miscarriage but lucky baby candidate is strong. Your wife needs a complete rest at this time for her recovery. What needs to be considered during this young pregnancy is the pattern of nutritional intake for mothers and children, also not too much thought that can cause her mother stress let alone depression. Reduce the amount of hard work" Dr. Tommy advises.

"Pregnant mothers can easily experience bleeding during pregnancy especially when the condition of the body is exhausted. Before the condition of the body that is easily tired and sick disrupts the health and fetus in the womb," continued Dr. Tommy.

"Umi, so feel guilty for helping us in the kitchen."

Azzam clasped my finger. "That's it, baby?"

I looked at Umi who showed a guilty look. "Mi, it was Nisa who asked for help. It's not important that Umi is okay" I said winning the Umi.

"Abang, said the doctor Nisa is okay so don't worry," my smile.

"Vitamin supplements that I gave last week so routinely taken yes to increase the immunity of the mother and the baby. And do regular check-ups to the hospital to find out the development of the baby."

"Sir, thank you doctor."

After Tommy's doctor came home, Umi also left the two of us in the room because he still had to finish his unresolved cake steamer.

"Today Nisa has an appointment with Rara. Nisa doesn't have to go anywhere just now" Azzam pinta as she pours syrup onto a spoon.

"Yes, if that's what Nisa told Rara first, she was afraid she would leave because we made a three-hour agreement. It's been 10 minutes."

"Take the medicine first." Azzam helped me get up and feed the medicine he poured scooped.

"Azzam there are people below" said Umi while adjusting her breath that is half-used due to up and down the stairs.

"It seems that for now Umi suggests you just move to the lower room. For the good of Nisa too, so as not to get tired up and down the stairs."

Azzam stood looking at his mother who was coming. "Yes, umi. That's good advice. God willing, we'll just move rooms for a while."

"Who's downstairs, Umi? Women aren't?" my many.

"No, Son. Man, he said he wanted to see you Nisa"

"Male, Umi. Who?" many confused. "I don't think I have any appointments with anyone with just Ms. Rara, and I don't have any close boy friends here"

"Yes. Umi doesn't know her name, just try to meet first."

"Darling, you let it be here first. Let brother down."

From above Azzam looked down. There was a man standing on the front porch. With a quick step Azzam down each step of the stairs to bring him downstairs.

"Sorry who you're looking for?"

The young man initially turned his back, now turned his back and flashed a smile.

"Hello Azzam."

"Assynolajet. It's good to say hello" commented Azzam.

The man chuckled. "Good God, I forgot! If you are currently visiting Ustadz house," said Ridho quipped.

"Ridho, what's up here?"

Ridho smiled obliquely. "It's not that religion teaches us to be in touch with each other, and right now yes I want to be in touch." Ridho raised next to his eyebrows.

"Oh so. If so come on, please come in." Azzam welcomed and invited Ridho in with a warm greeting.

Ridho looked at each side of the room. It's like looking for something.

"What's wrong?"

"Where is it?"

"Above, was resting. Wh why? Any need?"

"I just want to give this to her." Ridho handed the parcel to Azzam's wife. "I know he's sick? Why would I want to visit him? Yes, before, I wanted to congratulate you. Congratulations on Dhanisa's pregnant with your child. May your family be happy."

Azzam smiled happily. "Alhamdulillah. Thank you for your prayers. But how did you know my wife was sick?"

"So Dhanisa called me. I didn't expect that when he was sick he still had time to call me." Ridho turned his face away and smiled evilly.

The look on Azzam's face changed immediately. Ridho's words just now certainly made his heart hot and jealous.

"What does it mean that Nisa should contact Ridho if she is sick?" inner Azzam.

"It looks like your wife needs attention, Zam. See if he's sick just called me. What does it mean try," said Ridho rejoiced to make Azzam heat up. He was sure that after this Azzam would definitely scold Dhanisa.

Azzam changed his sitting position, starting to feel uncomfortable. In his heart he continued to recite dhikr trying to calm his heart. Azzam still held back his frustration.

"Can I see Dhanisa?"

"He needs rest" Azzam replied indifferently.

"I just want to see her, I don't think your wife will be bothered. Aren't you?"

Patiently, the man. Let Ridho meet Nisa in the room.

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