The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 98. Back to Home

Azzam was so painstakingly feeding me chicken porridge. I had resisted from the beginning, because I didn't like it, it was tasteless and bitter. I'm going to eat fruit alone for breakfast this morning. Azzam insisted. Finally, I gave up.

"Well, honey, the food's gone at last." Seloroh Azzam was carefree, when I refused to eat, but Azzam's fatigue made me have to finish this porridge. "Now drink first, yuk." Azzam lifted my head to help sip a glass of mineral water in a glass.

As if there were no boredom or fatigue. Azzam continued peeling apples. My goal was to observe him, until I wanted to call him.

"Abang" call me soft and spoiled pretentious. I realized my voice was a bit hoarse probably because I just woke up after taking my medicine this morning.

Azzam approached and looked at me at close range. That way I can even get closer to looking at her handsome face. At first my smile expanded as she threw a sweet smile at me but at that moment my smile turned wry when she saw the tired murat on her face. The wrinkle on his forehead was like that, indicating that he was thinking a lot.

"Darling, you must be tired huh, ngurus Nisa here? we go home yes. Let my brother not tired of going back and forth home, work and hospital. Not to mention the brother takes care to sertijab ponpes Mambaul Ulum right?" my chirps that instantly made Azzam's hand movement peeling the fruit stopped. Azzam put the fruit and the knife he held back to the plate on the nightstand. His hand turned to grab the tissue and rub it against my forehead and the corners of my lips. Maybe something is dirtying my lips. And maybe just eating.

"What's Nisa talking about? Yeah no. My brother usually. You are still strong." He raised his hand and showed a bicep muscle, his triceps formed.

What he did made me laugh at that moment.

"Don't Nisa come back today?"

"Ah, who said?" the question is, refocus continues to cut the fruit.

"Say Umi just now."

"A... Eat the apples first." Azzam returned to feed the fruit into my mouth.

However, I prevented it by holding back using my palm.

"The one."

"That stuff wasn't enough. Remember!" Azzam took my nose. "In Nisa's body there are two lives that need nutritional intake, so eating must be a lot and sufficient. If not Nisa wants to linger here?"

The question I answered with a head. "Wouldn't you, it's more comfortable to rest at home."

"Then let's continue eating the fruit."

Not long after that Umi came behind her tailing a female nun by pushing a wheelchair.

"Eh, Zam has come. How's home, secure it?"

Azzam got out of his chair and kissed his mother. "It's safe, Umi."

"Umi, sorry yes. Umi becomes a hassle because Azzam is busy going back and forth with his own business."

"What are you talking about, son. Umi understand. This is Zam's calamity, so there's no bad word, here, that's what. At a time like this we family must help each other," said Umi with a gentle nature.

I smiled happily at my mother-in-law's words. Even today I feel very lucky to have them, good family, friendly and accept me well even though they know I may not be a reliable woman in taking care of the household. Just cooking until now I am still studying and guided by Umi Salamah. This is because in the past, I was very lazy to jump into the kitchen. My hobbies, you all know. Going out at night with my friends. Although we have been separated from and the genk but the fabric of our communication with each other is still good. Including my former affair. Haha. If I remember how I felt on the comedy stage. Seeing my role played on stage. But it's all over.

"mmm... Umi's daughter-in-law smiles at herself" guyon umi. End my fantasy action.

"Hem. Not even umi, baby. Nisa is happy again. We can go home again, right?"

"Yes. But earlier Imi had talked to the doctor who handled you so that during the recovery period Nisa used a wheelchair first."

"Mi" I pulled out her freshly finished hand folding the blanket, while Azzam tidied it up and put it in the bag. "Thank you for being a good mother-in-law to Nisa. She was like Nisa's own mother. Nisa is very fond of umi." I kissed Umi's rough hands and hugged her spoiled.

"Uhh... Honey, Nisa is also the daughter-in-law that Umi loves." Umi hugged my back tightly. I rubbed my head with my darling.

Azzam stopped his activities in arranging clothes and equipment that had been brought from home to also feel the happiness. He approached and grabbed both of our bodies.

"You are my greatest happiness" said Azzam, after which we exchanged our eyebrows.

"Umi is very happy to have you, too" replied Umi. Taping hugs.

"Assalamualaikum.". " slowly the sound of the greeting is fading, it may be because of seeing the situation in this room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," then turned his head and saw Mbak Rara had been standing in the doorway. The three of us immediately scattered the cuddle action and welcomed Mbak Rara with a friendly also let him sit down.

"Sorry if my presence disturbs your happiness earlier," said Rara was not happy when I knew we were caught hugging each other happily. Actually I feel bad, at that time I know about Rara's family at this time. Relationship with the mother-in-law is not hamonis as well as the household with Ridho.

"Mbak Rara don't say that we are not at all disturbed by the presence of Mbak. Isn't it bang?" I said and looked at Azzam who was standing next to me.

Rara put on an forced smile.

"Have you done well, Dhanisa? When can I go home?" ask Rara.

"Thank God, the doctor said he could go home today. Simply pray and strive, so that all may improve and recover as usual." It was not I who answered but Azzam.

"Thank God."

A sad face can I get from the look on Rara's face. I can confirm that something is not good that he is trying to keep.

"Sir, how sad is that, why?"

"No. I'm not sad. I had a very happy day." Rara smiled but her eyes glazed over. I don't know yet what kind of pleasure Rara wants to express.

"I'm happy because today we're going to end everything in a religious court. We'll take care of our divorce, Sa." Rara was all powerless, at the end of her sentence, Rara's cries broke. He cried sobbing. I hugged her, felt sympathy for what happened and befell the woman who hugged me at this moment. I also can't imagine how to be in Rara's position. Of course, it is very painful if a long-established domestic relationship must end with divorce.

I rubbed Rara's back up and down. Then, look towards Azzam who was bowing in. I knew at this time that what Rara needed was moral support to go through a divorce trial.

"I really can not imagine, everything will end this way," said Rara still sobbing.

I can't afford to say what, my mouth is locked. I also understand my position, I feel unable to give lectures or wise advice.

I was only 19 years old, honestly it was still strange for me to understand the lives of adults. Honestly I myself even like I have not been able to become an adult, let alone a mother. However, right now that status will soon be held this year at my young age. Even this year, it seems that I will take time off to postpone my studies. But, actually I could have continued college with conditions like this, only Azzam suggested so yes I follow his will.

"Son, let's get ready to go home because soon this room will be refilled by another patient." Umi stood quietly looking towards us.

Azzam pointed the wheelchair closer to the gurney. Slowly, I slowly got down from the gurney mattress while holding on to the end of the gurney assisted by Rara and Azzam.

"Let's slow down" he said, sitting me in a wheelchair.

Rara pulled out her phone as a brief ringing sound from her phone.

"Azzam, Dhanisa." Rara looked at us in turn. "I have to go now, the lawyer's waiting."

"Yes, Mother. Hopefully Mbak can go through it with a tough yes. I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you there."

"Ah, no problem." Rara hugged me before coming out of the room.

"Tante, I'll take care of you first. Assalamu'alaikum" Rara kisses the hand of the woman she calls aunt.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" I replied. With a feeling of sadness I looked at Rara who came out of the room until she disappeared when the door was closed.

"Are we ready to go home?" asked Azzam who was ready to push the wheelchair I was sitting in.

I'm nodding.

Slowly Azzam pushed the wheelchair out of the room after making sure that everything was in order, no belongings were left behind, including hospital expenses.

When we got to the parking lot. Azzam opened the car door and let the Umi enter first. Then, he lifted my body into the car and sat in the back seat at my request. Only then did Azzam fold the wheelchair I was using into the trunk along with a backpack filled with clothes.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, good luck to the goal. Amiin."

Azzam had a seat belt on his body. The car left the lobby outside the hospital parking area.

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