Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
I Love You Aida

..."The world is jewelry, and the best of jewels is a godly wife."...

...(.(.HR. Muslims) ...

In the empty corner of the room. The room looked so dark that there was a baskara light that slipped through the window in her husband's room. However, the weather today was not as good as his mood. After the incident a few minutes ago, the girl chose to enter and locked herself inside her room. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of sobbing from a girl who was sitting while tightly hugging her body. His face was filled with tears, as well as his veil. The crying was so deep and it sounded so sad. Divine, why does it feel so claustrophobic?

"Aida, don't cry." The voice broke the silence, the girl stared at the source of the voice. Gus Bima could not see his little wife who had just let out tears. The man took a white handkerchief from his pocket and thrust it at Aida.

Yes, the same handkerchief when the same liquid dripped the night Kenzo broke his heart and hope. Aida just stared at the handkerchief without touching it.

"Please forgive Hamidah yes, he's the one who's like that, but he's actually good." Gus Bima rubbed his wife's clear imprint with the handkerchief he held. The man tried to calm his wife. O Rabb, why is every Aida beside her husband, the rebar is again present? In fact, sometimes it's louder than usual.

"Does Mas Bima regret marrying Aida?" Gus Bima finished his activity and stared fixedly at the beautiful bead of his little wife. The warm smile that rose from her husband's sweet lips always made Aida a little calmer.

"Aida isn't at all, I'm grateful to be able to marry you." Aida. Why are you so kind to Aida? His eyes were filled with a clear liquid that made his vision blurry instantly. Yes Divine, Aida is confused. On one hand, he loved Kenzo. However, on the other hand she has status as the wife of Gus Bima. Long time no see Kenzo, as time goes by the love fades.

"Do you want me to make warm tea so that your mood can be cheerful again as before?" Aida lowered her head back to hide her cheeks that were reddened like a boiled crab. Wonder. Why did his cheeks suddenly turn red? At the same minute, Aida shook her head and turned her face away.

"Is it true Hamida will stay here with us, Mas?" Gus Bima nodded and approached his wife who was standing while squeezing her fingers.

"Just for a few days, Aida." Just a few days? Is Aida able to live her life with all the caci and maki from Mbak Hamida? Why did the girl suddenly decide to stay at her in-laws' house? And why does Mbak Hamida always tell him about Gus Bima? Every time she heard the story of her husband told by Mbak Hamida, the fall of Aida looked like an unfit wife to Gus Bima. Ah, thinking about all this made Aida's head seem to break.

"Still have wudhu? Do we pray dhuha in congregation?" Dhuha prayers with him? Just two? The smooth swish along with the racing heartbeat like a horse race made Aida's breath irregular. The atmosphere feels so narrow. Rabb, that man always makes him wrong. Ah, could the man see the red hue on his cheek? He turned into a clown. Embarrassed.

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The morning light through the window. The birds chirp against each other. From a distance that is not far away, he heard the sound of santri teaching in his ears. Among everyone who is competing in for sustenance, it is seen that the couple is performing dhuha prayers in congregation. Aida wears a plain white embroidered mukena given by her husband. A red hue still lingered on his face. Ah, why is it so hard to remove this hue?

Once again, Aida held onto her chest that was pounding a few minutes ago, the pounding did not go away. Even more timid. Especially when he looked at the figure of a man sitting in front of him becoming a priest. Millions of thanks Gus Bima said to the owner of the heart, the soul that can flip the heart has now provided an opportunity for him to fulfill two rakaat together. Gus Bima believed that as time went on, his little wife would accept him wholeheartedly. With a straightened hand, Gus Bima's tears dripped one by one soaking the sheath. The sobbing was obvious, moreover, his voice was choked in the throat.

O Thyat the Most Reversing, strengthen my heart above Your religion. Thousands of thanks to you, O Allah. I believe that Aida will one day receive my servant with all her heart.

After completing his duty as a Muslim, Gus Bima turned his back and thrust his palm at Aida. There was still doubt in him, did he have to scavenge that palm?

With trembling hands, the liquid dripped uninvited. Slowly, he grabbed Gus Bima's palm and kissed the back of his palm. After greeting, the man turned around to kiss Aida on the forehead. The fine swish decays along with the clear liquid that flows soaking his face. Really am. This was the first time the man had kissed her forehead. Ah, what happened to him? Since when did he want to be touched by Gus Bima?

"Allahumma inni as'aluka min khairiha wa khairi ma jabaltaha a'laihi wa'audzubika min syarriha wa syarri ma jabaltaha a'laihi."

The Netra meet again. They saw each other's traces of clear liquid that both bore a pinak on his cheek. However, the difference this time was that no one decided on each other unilaterally. For some reason, that knotty smile came back from Aida's sweet lips. Similarly, followed by Gus Bima who replied with sincere condolences from the bottom of his heart.

"Mas Bima, why are you so patient with me?" The sound surprised Gus Bima. Slowly, her husband's palm rubbed his face.

"Because I love you Aida." Telak. The heart stopped beating. The sentence was so striking that it pierced the recesses of his heart. Was what he just heard true? Gus Bima, does her husband love her?

"When, Mom? But. but--"

"I get it, Aida. I understand." Like not wanting to give his wife a chance to speak, the man slashed down with lightning speed.

"I will faithfully wait .. until you truly love me completely." Back, Aida sobbed. Perhaps, the man was waiting for an answer from Aida. However, not the answer he answered, only the cry that the girl was able to let out. Moreover, Gus Bima carried his wife's small body into his warm embrace.

"Thank you for patiently waiting, Mas .. thank you." Gus Bima nodded while stroking his wife's arm. Aida can't lie to herself if her love for Kenzo hasn't faded a hundred percent. However, is it not possible that the love and attention that Gus Bima gave Aida was able to melt his heart?

Aida let go of the embrace, rubbed her tracks and released the mucus that was attached to her body. As he was folding his face, the attention caught the still shadow before him watching him with a sweet smile. Feeling something strange, Aida looked back at her husband with a frown.

"Why?" Gus Bima shook his head with a smile that appeared on his face.

"Aida, your face ...." The sentence was floating, finding no end point. Ah, what's the face? Is something wrong?

"Huh, why, Mom?" Aida felt all over her face while tidying up the veil she was wearing.

"My little wife is so adorable when her face is blushing." Aida looked directly at her husband's face. The girl gasped at the sentence said by Gus Bima. What he said as well as the attention it managed to make Aida many times embarrassed. Suddenly, he covered his entire face with both palms of his hands.

"Mas Bima." He whines. I can't stand being with her husband for too long. Since when did Gus Bima behave like this to Aida? Who is this great husband to speak sweetly?

Gus Bima chuckled at Aida's behavior. Yes, the atmosphere began to melt unlike the first night when they were lawfully husband and wife. What's more, now Aida has been Istiqamah to wear a hijab that makes the face twice as beautiful.

In a room that is not big enough or small enough that the sound of jokes and laughter sounded obvious. However, far behind the window of his room was a girl who was sculpting with a clenched palm. Drops upon drops flowed soaking his black veil. I don't know when the crying was present. However, his heart was hot to see happiness was enveloping the couple. Maybe this time it was hot. If not, or is there a heart ignited by the fire of jealousy?

Without them knowing, behind the happiness that begins to grow over time, there is someone who hates the presence of happiness.

Seriate....

Pasuruan, 04 January 2023