Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Flip Slippers!

..."Cover your awrah before Allah which will cover it with a heap of earth."...

..."There are many ways to reach God, I choose love."...

...-maulana Rumi....

"The law of a woman is the whole body except the palms of the hands and the face. As a woman we must be able to maintain honor, view and heart in order to avoid all kinds of adultery." The voice of the middle-aged woman with the black khimar sounded extremely soft making her heart rustle smooth.

This Maghrib after following the study as usual, Umi Salamah invited Aida to sit round with the managers of santriwati. Similarly, Madam Hamida, the girl also participated sitting next to Umi Salamah.

At present, Aida is still adjusting to all the activities that apply in her abi-in-law boarding school. Every maghrib, in the mosque not far from his home, Umi Salamah often conducts studies after doing the Quran recitation.

"Umi, is it with us bertaaruf can avoid the name of adultery?" Mbak Hamida was so excited to ask a few questions to Umi Salamah. The eye light looks so bright.

"Can, Son. A good man of his religion, he will uphold the honor of a woman. He will keep his eyes and stay away from adultery in a righteous way." Somehow Ma'am Hamida's question reminded Aida of her husband. Why was he suddenly thinking about that man?

"If such a woman who committed adultery and was betrothed to a child how Umi?" That question made Aida look up. Actually Mbak Hamida wants to ask or insinuate Aida?

Umi Salamah smiled wryly, at the same moment she lowered her head. Hope to get an answer from Umi Salamah. However, because he seemed to understand the question posed by Mbak Hamida, Umi Salamah chose to remain silent. Aida squeezes her robe. O Allah, why would Madam Hamida ask this in front of Ustazah Rika and some other ustazah?

Before answering the question, Umi Salamah smiled obliquely and at the same moment she raised her head slowly. "God is Most Forgiving, Most Forgiving. God always accepts our repentance. Even Al-Imam An-Nawawi said, if the sin repeated a hundred times or a thousand times, even more. Then, the perpetrator always repents every time he sins, will be accepted repentance. Will die his sins. If he repents from all his sins with one repentance after all his sins, then his repentance is valid."

"So Umi said that the aurat of a woman is the whole body except for the palms and the face." The middle-aged woman nodded her head as she listened to every word Hamida said.

"How to wear the right hijab so that a hair does not come out?" Aida who understands Mbak Hamida's question then fingered the edge of his face. Ah, it turns out that many strands of hair came out from the veil she was wearing. Oh yeah, Aida forgot to wear a snail.

The girl placed the book on her thigh and allowed the veil attached to her head. Seeing this, Mbak Hamida smiled obliquely.

"We as a woman when using the hijab the first thing we have to do is that the hijab must cover the chest. The hijab should be loose, not tight, not thin or transparent. Use a headband or snail if you are afraid the hair will come out."

"Use Aida's headband so that your hair does not come out. The yesteryear of the wife of a Gus Bima still does not understand how to use a good hijab. Now what you do will be borne by your husband. Good from not closing the aurat and so on." Aida just nodded while squeezing tightly into her robe. The girl did not dare to look up. Surely all netra is aimed at him, right? For a lifetime, she never felt shame in front of many people, even Aida was never humiliated. O Rabb, why is it that when he begins to sincerely accept his destiny, the trials come instead of changing?

"Easy-after. It's okay, Aida is also still learning from the beginning to be a godly wife. Isn't that right, Aida?" The palm of the hand was stroking the back of Aida's palm. The middle-aged woman clasped tightly onto the palm of her daughter-in-law's hand. Trying to strengthen Aida from the words spoken by Mbak Hamida.

Aida looked at the netra Umi Salamah. After the netra of them clashing with each other, Aida felt a little calm. After that Aida tidied up all the books that were brought and went to pass away. "Aida said back to Umi, assalamualaikum."

Aida came back not because he was not at home with Mbak Hamida's unfriendly attitude to him. However, before leaving for the mosque her husband had advised to quickly return before azan isya' reverberate.

After kissing the back of Umi Salamah's palm, Aida passed by and walked towards her residence. No more passion for him. Aida's steps were so heavy, her knees felt limp. However, what did Mbak Hamida say was true, but the girl should not blame Aida not if she had to marry Gus Bima? This was not his wish either.

"Assalamualaikum, if the road is not while daydreaming. There will be rocks you tripped me also who bother." Aida jerks. Ah, that voice always made Aida surprised, even more so when she was daydreaming. Who would not be surprised if suddenly he saw a man standing in alignment beside him. Fortunately, Aida did not hit him.

"Mas Bima." The man stopped. Crossing his hands right on his chest. The man's bullying gaze lay on Aida.

"What is this, why isn't my wife as happy as usual? Even my greetings were not answered." Jesus, Aida forgot. The girl patted his forehead slowly. How could she miss to answer the greetings from her great husband.

"Waalaikumus salam." The girl scratched her non-itchy nape. Shame felt when the man before him shook his head while chuckling.

"One more thing, what kind of trouble would my wife be unaware of if she was walking around without sandals?" Aida looked down, looking down. Right, it turned out that as long as he walked from the mosque the innocent girl was not wearing sandals.

Aida bit her lower lip, trying to look fine. Shame, what a shame. Along with the presence of that shame, the red hue re-embraced her round face. How could he forget to wear sandals? Aida went back to be self-defeating. I don't know, Aida doesn't even know what really happened to her.

Then, Gus Bima took off the flip-flops used. The man leaned over, picked up his sandals and placed them right in front of Aida's soles. "Here, just wear mine. I don't want to see you grimacing in pain because the soles of your feet are stepping on the pebbles." Aida nodded quickly.

"Eh, no, Mas. How will Bima come home?"

"It's okay, just wear it." When Aida was about to deny the order from her husband, Gus Bima's index finger landed right on Aida's pink lips making the girl unable to wart.

"I'll give you two options, you either wear my flip-flops or I keep them. But...." Aida is still petrified, waiting for the continuation of the sentence that her husband deliberately hung. Ah, like a clothesline.

"I keep wearing those slippers, but you I carry until I get home. How's it?" Aida rounded her eyes perfectly. The leaflet left Aida helpless. Aida's knees felt limp for a moment. Yes Rabb, carried? If anyone saw him how? Shame will be doubled.

"You don't?" Aida mute. If she rejects her second husband's offer, Aida could not bear to see Gus Bima walking on the sharp gravel of the road.

"Well, if you don't want to." Gus Bima walked first leaving Aida petrified. Ah, that girl took too long in considering something.

"Mas Bima's. Yes, Aida would." The girl said it with a single breath. Every now and then when Aida walks she slightly clinches her long skirt so that it can sweep the way.

The man smiled and then turned his back to approach his wife who was left not far from where Gus Bima was standing. The more Gus Bima approached, the more Aida squeezed the game. The awkwardness came back, it felt like the first time they met. Suddenly, his lips became faint. All the dictionaries and formulas stored in his brain were gone.

Without saying a word, the man turned his back and sat down with one right leg on which he rested. Jemari Aida slowly moved. However, as if in doubt. Ah, how is this? Aida is ashamed if anyone sees.

"Let's go up quickly. Your body won't itself rise to my back won't it?" Aida awakens from her short daydream. The girl came back to curse herself. Ah, that's stupid. If not sure, why did Aida agree to her husband's offer that jail?

With heavy steps, Aida began to move her body to climb onto her husband's back. After that, his two arms began to embrace the neck of Gus Bima. Subhanallah, Aida imagines what she is doing like a scene in Korean movies alone. The more he imagined, he became ashamed of himself.

"Are you ready?" Aida stared at half of Gus Bima's face. However, before long the girl nodded her head.

Gus Bima slowly began to rise and walk with the body of his wife who now he carried on his back. Just this time Aida was so close to her husband's body. Many times the girl sniffed the smell should be Gus Bima.

"Mas Bima." The girl put half her face on Gus Bima's shoulder.

"Hm."

"Am I so heavy that I can hear your breath being blown away?" Gus Bima repeatedly confirmed the position of his small wife's body.

"No."

"Lying, you never tell me the truth, Mom."

"For me, there's more to it than your weight Aida." The girl looked up a little. Now his chin that he put on the shoulder Gus Bima. Aida felt comfortable in her husband's arms.

"What is that, Mom?" Gus Bima stopped for a moment. Neutralize his breathing that began to irregular.

"Seeing you are sad." Aida's speechless. There are two choices. This is between her who does not understand the words of her husband and the sound of worms in his stomach that began to rage.

"Was that the sound of your stomach Aida?" Gus Bima started teasing his little wife. Hearing Gus Bima's question, Aida smiled shyly. The girl drowned on her husband's back. Yes Rabb, it is a shame. Why does this stomach sound so loud at inopportune times?

The man chuckled. "I thought it was the sound of thunder." Aida drowned her face on her husband's back. Stop, stop! The more he mocked Aida, the hue would become more obvious.

"After prayers, do you want me to make fried rice?" Aida looked up when she heard the question from her husband. Fried rice? Of course you want, especially when the one who makes fried rice is Gus Bima. Ah, naw. The usual seasoning used is not onion and garlic anymore. However, it will be replaced with lalaran nadzom al-fiyyah.

"Let me cook, Mas."

"Ah don't want to. Later fear of your homemade fried rice tastes sweet." Aida smiled wryly and looked down. Well, that guy seemed to be underestimating Aida.

Feeling the sudden lethargic look on Aida's face, Gus Bima stopped and immediately grasped his wife's palm with his right hand. Yes, the man regretted the words he said a few seconds ago. Ah, it's not like that Aida. Gus Bima just wanted to make a sweet smile on your pink lips rise, nothing more.

"I'm sorry, Aida, I don't want to hurt your heart. However, I just want to see that smile rise on your pink lips." Aida did not answer. The girl turned her face by resuscitating her head between the back and shoulders of Gus Bima.

"Aida, are you angry with me?" Aida never answered her husband's question. His position is still the same as before. The girl stared at the moon which slowly looked like she was greeting him.

Then, the girl changed the position of her head. After that Aida aligned her round cheeks with her husband's cheeks. Gus Bima could feel his wife's soft and tender cheeks. Ah, the man remembered the bakpao. "Aida wants her fried rice a little spicy and given topping sausage, Mas."

Gus Bima smiled. He was relieved that his little wife was no longer sulking to him. Under the moonlight, now was no longer the awkwardness they felt. However, the intimacy is getting more pronounced as time goes on. Similarly to Aida, the girl begins to forget Kenzo and begins to accept Gus Bima as her husband.

Seriate....

Pasuruan, January 05, 2023