Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
Not illusions!

"*What strange feeling is this? why do I feel so comfortable when his hand hits my head*?" Alia muttered in her heart.

"Hey what are you feeling! why is he silent like that? are you not in pain anymore?" alia asked astonished to see Azam speechless like a statue.

"Ah no papa, the aura in your hair is indeed very strong". "*But darling, the aura is very black*" Azam continued his words in his heart, fearing that it would make Alia angry.

"Oh, if that's the one I already know!" alia replied briefly as she continued her notes.

Azam left the room without saying anything, he stepped slowly and still with mixed feelings after being able to confirm about his feelings for Alia.

" *I'm not wrong! that's the real him! she was indeed so cold and gentle, but that aura seemed to be incompatible with me, or perhaps disliked me*" as she walked, Azam continued to mutter inwardly.

Meanwhile Alia finished with her notes and immediately went down to meet Mayra.

"Old dude?" mayra was a little upset.

"I'm sorry, there was a little bully"

"Who? Azam huh? I saw him go up again"

"That's it, people who always lack work"

"I think he really likes you"

"What! lah ng!"

Alia takes Mayra home because she happens to be home in the direction of Alia's return.

Along the way Mayra continued to harass Alia, but she was still trying to dodge it.

After a journey of approximately 1 hour Alia arrived at her home.

"Kok came home in the afternoon son" asked Mia.

"Yes there was Eskul"

Alia immediately took a shower and rested in her room. Shortly after the Maghrib's prayer, Alia rushed to pray, and after that she had dinner with the family.

After she finished, Alia went straight into her room and sat down in front of the study table. He's re-examining the financial records that the next week's salute should take place.

"*Any, usually by the time Maghrib my hair feels a bit hot, but this is already through isya' and my hair is comfortable just*"

Alia felt astonished by her hair, because usually at a certain time she would feel a very disturbing discomfort.

He tried to stand in front of the closet and look at the mirror.

"Waw, tonight my reflection in the mirror is ordinary, nothing strange, why yeah?" Alia kept wondering to herself.

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Meanwhile in the pesantren putra...

"Astaghfirullah.the effect is beginning to be felt!" Azam began to feel pain as his right palm became hot and itchy. He tried not to scratch it, but the itching became more and more and made his hands hotter.

"Azam, let's go to class" asked one of Azam's roommates.

"Ah I can't seem to leave" Azam said as he continued to hold her hand.

"Why hands?"

"Oh this is just itching, may arise a kind of scabies \(skin disease that is usually characterized by symptoms of redness rash and raised bumps that contain pus\)"

Azam's friend immediately left without asking much, because every santri would experience it, and the disease was considered natural for all students.

But what Azam felt was very different from the itchy disease, the heat in his hands like burning and starting to blister.

"*Yes Allah, please servant*.." Azam continued to pray in his heart.

Suddenly someone came and immediately grabbed Azam's right hand. He looked at the part of his palm that was blistering and rubbed it while applying a special oil.

"Basic fool!" he said while releasing Azam's hand.

"Irfan! you here? not in class?"

"Forget over! the important thing is that your hands are healed, but unfortunately the marks will disappear after two days" Irfan said as he left Azam's room.

"*I just pulled and tied the aura a little bit, it's not even more than 5%, but the effect to this extent? it is true that people say, that black aura is very dangerous*!"

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Today Alia parked her motorcycle inside the school for fear that she would be late for class.

Alia and Mayra walked towards the classroom, and on the way she saw Azam from a distance.

Alia noticed Azam's right palm which looked black as if it was burning. Alia had wanted to ask, but suddenly someone approached.

"Assalamu'alaikum Azam" Nafisah said

"Walaikunsalam, uh mba Nafis"

"Why hands?"

"This is just an irritation"

"Oh then apply this, insyaallah will heal quickly" while giving a special oil in a very small glass bottle.

Azam received the oil and desperately tried to keep his hands from coming into contact with Nafisah.

Mayra approached Azam and asked about his hand, but Alia walked faster and left Mayra.

Alia walked without looking right and left, for some reason she felt very upset, and suddenly someone called out to her.

"Hey Alia! you're Alia, right?"

"A to Irfan? yes I'm Alia"

"There are greetings from Zizi, we will take a break to his class" Irfan said and left without saying\-words again.

"Ah yes, thank you" Alia smiled as she looked at Irfan who was starting to move away, somehow her feelings turned to be very happy.

"*Geez, how come I so deg\-degan gini well called the same she*" muttered while smiling\-smile myself.

"Alia! you're doing a smile\-smile yourself, you yah kumat" Nida suddenly\-suddenly came and shocked Alia.

"Hehe didn't papa kok, twinkle" still kept smiling.

Alia and Nida walk to class and it turns out that Mayra has not arrived in the class yet.

The two of them sat on her stool and Alia still continued to smile herself.

"*Oh my God! it turns out that he is sweeter than close*" while smiling and imagining.

Before long Mayra came and rambled, until the bell rang, they followed the lesson as usual.

After several hours passed, the first break arrived, Alia rushed out of the classroom and went to Zizi's class alone, while Nida and Mayra grumbled at not being invited.

Alia walked through several classes and finally arrived at Zizi's class, she immediately entered and approached Zizi who was sitting together with Mita.

"Mba Mita's here too?" ask Alia.

"Yes this morning Zizi asked me to meet you in class"

"Oh what's calling me here mba" asked Alia curiously.

"Azam you anything else!?" without further ado Zizi immediately asked.

"I don't know what\-why" Alia was confused by Zizi's question, she looked at Mita as if asking for an explanation from her.

"I heard last night that he didn't go to boarding school, because his hand appeared leprosy, but when I saw that he was not a leper, but a burn" Mita explained.

"Wait a minute, this morning I saw the guy, it's just as rich when he first held my hand?"

"That's all you know!" Zizi spoke in a tinge.

"But yesterday I didn't touch his hand at all, really" while raising both fingers.

The three of them were even more confused and were still thinking about what caused the wound on Azam's hand. Alia then recalled that when Azam touched her head yesterday, she told Mita and Zizi.

"But it's just the same touch veil mba, not to the hair directly" Alia asserted.

"That powerful aura can be felt even without touching, although to a commoner it is just like an illusion, but the pain is real!"