Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
First day

In the morning Alia woke up when she heard the voice of the dawn prayer. Even though he was not praying, he still woke up because he was used to it.

Alia was still lying on the bed and wanted to delay for a while before she got out of her beloved bed. When Alia opened both eyes and looked to the side, Azam was still asleep.

"Astaghfiullah! is this a dream? so I'm actually married to this guy?" alia said while patting her jidat.

Azam's hair looked a bit messy and covered his forehead. His face was pure white, with the shape of thin lips increasingly look charming when his eyes closed.

Alia again looked at Azam who was asleep with a feeling of admiration. He still could not believe that they were now truly husband and wife.

Inadvertently, Alia's gaze descended down and saw Azam's right palm that looked flushed like a burn.

"What a feeling last night is still fine" said Alia.

Slowly Alia tried to hold Azam's hand and took a closer look to make sure that it was really a burn or not.

"Aah!"

Alia accidentally touches the injured hand of Azam until he wakes up.

"Eh sorry sorry. I didn't intentionally" Alia said in a nervous tone.

"You're awake? what time is it?" azam asked who immediately sat down and tried to hide his hand from Alia.

"Emm this is already in the dawn" Alia replied slowly.

"Astaghfirullah.how can I wake up late like this, then I go to the mosque first well" said Azam.

Azam immediately woke up and took ablution water, he then walked to the mosque near Alia's house. He deliberately went to the mosque even though the sound of the Adhan had been heard for a long time, besides he knew that Alia was not praying, he also did not want Alia to see the wound on her hand.

After returning from the mosque, Azam found Alia who had been busy in the kitchen with Mia and also another brother, Alia, because today they will hold a lungan is a tradition for the family of the bride who came to the house of the family of the groom and at the same time deliver the newlyweds to stay in the house of the groom.

After finishing breakfast, Alia approached Azam who was busy cleaning some things in the room.

"Eh Ragasy? tired well since the morning blind already have to help in the kitchen?" ask Azam.

Alia just shook her head and sat down on her desk chair.

"Then why?"

"Your hands!" Alia said softly as she extended her hand to Azam.

At first Azam was silent and pretended not to understand what Alia said, but quickly Alia immediately pulled Azam's right hand and pointed her palm at the bag.

Alia then took out the ointment that she had brought and immediately applied slowly on the injured part of Azam's hand.

"You don't have to bother, it's just a small wound, it will also heal itself" said Azam.

Azam simply fell silent and tried to divert the conversation.

"No need to say, papa, we're married anyway, you're hurt again by holding my hand?" Alia spoke incessantly while continuing to apply the ointment to Azam's hands.

Meanwhile Azam just smiled then kissed Alia on the forehead.

"You get ready quickly well, soon we leave, the vehicle is also ready, I wait outside well" said Azam and left Alia just like that.

"Ih, it turns out that his attitude has not changed at all!" Alia grumbling.

Around 9am everyone was ready to go to Azam's house. Without waiting any longer they immediately set off and traveled for about an hour.

Alia's extended family didn't stay for long in Azam's house, They all went straight away once the core event was over, meanwhile, Azam and Alia still have to visit the Azam brothers' house one by one according to customs and traditions that have been going on for a long time.

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At approximately 8 pm Alia and Azam can just rest in Azam's room. Alia looked around and felt amazed when she saw the atmosphere in the room, the room was quite spacious, and certainly wider than Alia's room, all her belongings were also very neatly arranged. But there is one thing that really attracts his attention, namely a machete that is quite long complete with its place displayed on a wall next to the door of the room.

"Do you want to stand there?" ask Azam.

Alia's focus broke out instantly hearing Azam's voice. He then sat down on a study desk chair and accidentally saw the black paper bird he had made first.

A small smile began to emanate on Alia's face, for some reason her heart felt so happy just by looking at an object that might not mean it.

"You really saved this" Alia said slowly.

"And I told you I'd keep it in my room".

"Emm that..."

Alia did not dare to finish her remark, she looked back towards the long cleaver that was on the wall. His curiosity grew even greater as he felt a fairly strong aura emanating from that thing.

"Ah that.. it is my beloved cleaver Abah, before dying he gave it to me to save, because confused to put where, so I just hang it there, so I just hang it there, it was also at the same time to treat longing for Abah" explained Azam.

"But I felt an aura there" said Alia.

"Ah maybe it's just your feelings, besides me and my family have never stored such sacred items" Azam added.

Alia was silent as she nodded, a sign that she understood. Soon Azam came out to take ablution water because he had not had time to pray Isya, now Alia alone in the room.

Alia tried to get up from her seat and approached the cleaver out of curiosity. It felt like Alia's hand wanted to touch that thing, but somehow her hand felt very heavy. Finally he walked to the old-fashioned wrought iron bed with a cotton mattress located on it.

Slowly Alia sat on it and still pointed at the object hanging on the wall, somehow her feelings changed as she sat on the bed. His mind was like seeing something that had happened before, suddenly there was a white smoke coming from the hanging machete, the white smoke then formed a somewhat old male figure wearing a white robe, white peci and also a turban. The figure of the old man had a long beard that was already white, he stood in the corner of the room and smiled at Alia.

While Alia was still shocked to see the appearance of the figure that was in the room, she was only speechless with eyes that continued to stare at the figure of the old man unblinkingly, soon the figure again turned into white smoke and into a long machete that had made Alia curious.

"Ragasy? you why? what do you see until you don't blink like that?" asked Azam who suddenly went in and greeted Alia.