The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 93. Choices

Since pregnancy. Azzam devoted all his attention. His affection and love only increased, there were always sweet surprises that he gave me that was pregnant with his baby because of the happiness that was poured out to a woman who was pregnant, it will have a major influence on fetal development.

The advice my parents often gave me about what to do and what to watch out for when a wife was pregnant I did.

But what I realized at the moment, Azzam turned into a man with a jealous type and moreover he was very overprotective. The huft! Sometimes I just steal the time when Azzam is not home, I help my in-laws clean the house, a job I can do instead of cooking in the kitchen.

Azzam always Istiqomah recite the holy verses of the Qur'an and sholawat and Surah Al Fatihah 41x while holding my stomach, every time I pray. All the best prayers we offer for our children.

As advised by the doctor to pay attention to my nutritional intake and diet. But, the more alert Azzam reminded me, even when he saw I was late to eat. He prepared everything and forced me to eat. Not to forget, he also gave me zam-zam water which he said he got from Kiyai Habullah, Kiyai in the boarding school Darusallam, where Azzam mondok used to be. Kiyai Hasbullah just happened to come home after performing Umrah worship.

All the attention that was poured out, none other than doing it to hope for the pleasure of God to be blessed with intelligent daughters, sholeh and sholehah.

One night I came to Azzam who had just closed the Qur'an.

"Darling, I taught him. Though we really enjoy the chanting of the holy verse of abi who sedu-dayu."

Azzam ended his reading, and laid down his mushaf.

"It's over, baby is done. It will be resumed."

After putting the mushaf. Azzam locked his eyes, looked at me with a big smile. She was so sweet with the dimples she showed off. Azzam's face was radiant with an aura of calmness. I who looked at him felt cold and shahdu.

"Honey come here, come closer to my brother."

I moved my body closer to his side. He rubbed his face against my chest. I don't know why I feel like he's so spoiled right now. Shouldn't I be the one to act like that.

"Lho dear, why be spoiled like this anyway"

"Indeed why? Brother just misses brother's wife."

"Hindu? It's not like we meet at home every day. Sleep together." I'm shaking. "This gate is like a few days just don't meet, say miss" ledekku.

Azzam smirked a smile, took off his peck and put his head on my lap. I rubbed his thick, pitch-black hair back-to-back.

"Abang wants to be around you both very much. I don't think you can go far." Azzam kissed my hand, and I replied. "Didnisa not relax as you feel?

"Hmm, a little."

"Little? Why little? The one that spilled over"

"No, Nisa is the same." My hand rubbed his cheek gently. "Don't you?" call me.

Azzam.

"Nisa, can I have one?"

"Whatever Nisa asks for as long as you can afford it. What do you want, baby?"

"Nisa only asked for one."

"What is that, baby?"

"Never stay, Nisa" I said weakly, with teary eyes. Seeing me like that Azzam woke up from my lap. Saw two beads of my eyes. I am too.

I could not feel my tears falling down, without being able to stand it.

He held my hand and locked it tightly. "Again promise, will not leave Nisa. Brother will always be by your side and accompany his wife and brother." His hand wiped away the trail of my tears.

"Thank you and Nisa keep your promise, baby."

"Yes dear."

"Oh yes, brother there is good news for us," he continued.

"Good news? What's the good news?" my many.

"Alhamdulillah Kiyai Hasbullah who was none other than relatives reported to brother and asked brother to be the leader of the boarding house, belonging to the late Kiyai Hashim, dear. But, actually, you doubt."

"What's the question, honey?"

"Fear cannot continue Hasbullah's mandate, even though the deceased has entrusted it to his brother. Because brother is afraid if not as good as Kiyai Hashim in leading the ponpes Mambaul Ulum."

"Darling, I'm sure you can. At least you can learn from Kiai Hasbullah, you can share, you wonder. Don't let go of the trust the deceased has placed in your brother. And neither is this a sustenance for us dear," I said convincingly.

"Yes yes. You should be thankful that this could be the sustenance of our child, which God sent to us."

"Yes. Obviously you have to be optimistic. Pessimistic is that. Nisa will always support and pray for my brother."

"Thank you for supporting everyone."

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On the living room table, Ridho was wiping his coffee that had just been delivered by Rara.

Rara had just come out back from her room, after getting ready and putting on her nurse uniform. He is going to Syifa hospital.

"Mas, I was asked to fill out material related to the world of health at one of the schools in South Tangerang on Tuesday. It was at Doctor Sandy's request that I fill out the show."

Ridho put the still composing file and put it in a yellow plastic folder.

"What school? AN SD? SMP? SMA?"

"religious school. If not mistaken Doctor Sandy said Pondok Pesantren Mambaul Ulum."

"Oh boarding school."

"Yes, Mum."

"Who are you going there with?"

"With his ready did not know. Maybe I will invite Tania to accompany me as well as help the needs and all the materials that are about to be prepared."

"Mas, weekend off tomorrow we're honeymoon again how? We haven't spent a long time together. We're running the program we planned last month. How, babe?" rara was enthusiastic.

"Can too. We'll reset it later." he said with a flat expression.

"Mas, how come you're not so excited" said Rara grieving.

"What spirit is it, dear." Ridho pinched Rara's chin. "I have to jump and prance."

"Well, not really. You're overreacting."

"Well, eat it. If you want that, we'll reset it." Ridho sled his bag. "Mas, go to work first." Ridho left in a hurry.

"Mas!" call Rara, make Ridho stop and push.

"Some one forgot."

Ridho checked the completeness of the clothes he was wearing and also his bags.

"No, there's everything. Cell phone, motor lock."

"Greetings and sun are not yet"

Ridho. "Geez Ra, I guess what"

Ridho kissed his wife's forehead first, and Rara enjoyed her husband's gentle kiss. "Once, I'm leaving. Assalamu'alaikum"

"Yes. Wa'alaikumsalam. be careful on the road yes, Mas."

Rara smiled as she looked at her husband's back which started to fade. After being completely invisible, he was ready to go to work at Syifa hospital.

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In his study, Ridho was playing his phone. Open social media facebook in between hours of work break.

Suddenly Ridho's chest felt hot. Heart rumbles. He seemed so upset to see the photos posted by Nisa a day ago. About the sweet surprise of his wife for the young Ustadz.

"Damn!" rutuk Riddho's.

"Why do they look so friendly. The terror of the sending of gifts and messages that I sent routinely made Azzam's heart hot. But it's even gini. They are even more friendly," said Ridho. Unhappy.

He felt restless while leaning his body on the coconut chair. "What else should I do. That way it will be difficult to separate them. And it's hard for me to get Dhanisa."

KRIEK...

The door creaking. It indicates that someone has entered the room.

Ridho's eyes were rounded when he found his mother coming to see him.

"Ma, what's the matter here?"

Ridho's mother pulled out a chair and sat right in front of Ridho's desk.

"Mom here is certainly something important to talk about."

"What important things?" Ridho.

"We negotiated last night. Now you, Mama, give you an option!" chirp Ridho's mother directly. "You have to divorce Rara or you get married again!" firmly Ibu Ridho.

Ridho. Her mother's words during the day were like an explosion that drained hot larvae. Chest Ridho tight and hot.

Before replying to his mother. He made sure the people around him first. Afraid that someone will hear the problems of the household.

Lucky people were out for lunch. Until there was only himself and one other staff in this student room.

"Ma, why should we talk here. Why not at home. How do you hear people?" whisky Ridho.

"Belvin. You, always avoid me if I tell you to go home. There is just a reason not clear you," ketus Ibu Ridho.

"Ma, plis Mama don't have to interfere with our family problems. Ridho can handle our own problems. And you don't have to give me that option!"

"It must be dong. You know it from the beginning. I don't like you marrying that woman. Mama hates that woman. But you're stubborn Ridho. You're our only child, and Mama expects you to get married quickly so that you can quickly give offspring to Papa and Mama. And long ago Mama had prepared Kaleya as your candidate. Butwhat? You refused it, right? And choose to marry that useless woman" explained Mama Ridho.

In his study, Ridho was playing his phone. Open social media facebook in between hours of work break.

Suddenly Ridho's chest felt hot. Heart rumbles. He seemed so upset to see the photos posted by Azzam. About the sweet surprise of the wife.

"Damn!" rutuk Riddho's.

"What does this man mean, he wants to point out that last night he just dodged a surprise from his wife!" furious Ridho.

You must divorce Rara or you marry again!

The words kept ringing in Ridho's ears. He clenched his hands and unwittingly a scream came out of Ridho's lips. Making Juno look at his co-worker.

It just so happened that Juno had just finished her meal. He approached Ridho.

"Why are you, Ridho. Is there a problem?" Juno read the look on Ridho's face.

Ridho did not answer. He even buried his head on the hands that were stacked on the maja.

Juno landed her right hand, patting Ridho's shoulder gently.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell a story. You can tell God. It will be more privacy. Let's pray dzuhur. You can confide in there, and I'm sure you'll be calmer."

Ridho still had not reacted to raise his head. While Juno did not want to bother Ridho too much he went out first to the mosque on campus.

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