Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Brownist Semanis

..."You're still pretty Aida. The flour has no effect, I still love you even though a lot of flour covers your face. Because loving someone is not easy, be careful that love is not easily broken." ...

..._Gus Bima. ...

This time, as usual Aida and Umi Salamah came home from the market to shop for a little vegetables and side dishes for a santri meal. Aida got out of the taxi she was riding in followed by her mother-in-law after giving some banknotes. Several large plastic bags were seen being carried in Aida's left and right hands.

"You go straight to the house." The voice broke the atmosphere between the sweat that repeatedly poked on Aida's forehead. His net was sidetracked, staring for a moment at Umi Salamah's face.

"Ah no Umi, if Aida came home who helped Umi to cook all this who?" Umi Salamah stroked Aida's head. Yes, maybe he realized the tiredness that emanated from Aida's facial features.

"There's a Rika Ustazah ready to help us." Aida mute. The girl tried to ponder the words of Umi Salamah. There was a hint of fear that slipped in his heart. Y'all know?

"Here, go home and rest." The girl looked up quickly. Aida could no longer deny Umi Salamah. With a hint of hesitation, the girl placed all the items she had previously brought in the kitchen table bag.

Occasionally the girl slightly massaged her arms slowly. Ah, how not to feel tired if the goods he had to carry up to two large plastic bags, while there was no man who helped Aida to bring her groceries and Umi Salamah.

The girl repeatedly had to smile as the santriwati greeted her. Awkwardly? Yeah, maybe that's the expression that Aida can currently feel. There was never a single person who bowed down when passing in front of him. Given, their age can be said to be adrift not too far away. Aida continued her journey while bowing her head. No. gabe. This is a santri. Isn't she already the wife of a gus?

Slowly Aida opened the door. He stared at the entire corner. Slender. There was no one in the house, everyone including her husband was in the boarding house. Yes, now Gus Bima is busy helping his ashes take care of the boarding school. No wonder Gus Bima must often go home at night. In fact, sometimes the man had to sleep in the boarding house with his ashes. So the man now rarely spends time with his little wife. Only a few times if there really is free time, Gus Bima will always make very good use of that time. Yeah, he didn't want to waste it.

Aida exhaled heavily while dropping her hand from the door handle. Why should he be sad? He could not demand this and that was because it was all the responsibility of Gus Bima, given that Abi Nur and Umi Salamah only had one son, namely her husband.

So, does he hope to be welcomed by Gus Bima as before when they were first married? Impossible. After finishing shopping at the market and jostling through the sea of people, he was completely exhausted. He must rest his body.

"Have Aida come home?" Just a tiny step of her foot stepped on the stairs, the baritone voice of Gus Bima stopped her. Aida was a little surprised. Aida quickly turned to the source of the voice and scoured the entire room.

"Mas Bima." The man walked over to his little wife who was silent on the steps. Aida's eye glows so brightly. For some reason, that miss made the pounding on his chest become very tight.

"Have you finished buying at the market? How, is it fun?" Aida nodded weakly. The arm was impatient to hold her husband's body tightly. Plus Aida misses a lot when she inhales the distinctive smell of Gus Bima's body.

"It seems my little wife is exhausted. How about I make some warm tea, do you want it?" Aida smile. Every behavior of Gus Bima was able to make the arch on his pink lips rose. In fact, she was no longer tired when she looked at her husband's handsome face.

Gus Bima grasped Aida's palm and dragged his wife slowly by running to the kitchen. The man sat his wife in the soft seat of the dining table that was available. Both of Aida's palms he used to support his chin. Ah, she had not been spoiled for a long time by her husband.

"Mas Bima tumben this hour has come home?" The man turned around by bringing a glass of warm tea with fried bananas which he had prepared specially for Aida a few hours ago.

"Because I haven't stopped thinking about my little wife. I'm afraid Umi will be defeated when I take you to the market." Aida squinted one eye.

"Why?" tanyakanya. However, the man did not give an explanation to Aida. He chuckled with satisfaction when he saw his wife's face.

"Mas Bima." Aida whined while crossing both hands on her chest. His lips were pursed forward two centi more advanced than usual. Aida grunts annoyed occasionally

"Have, drink!"Aida could not silence her husband for too long, just a few minutes the mood of the girl would again melt. After saying basmalah, the girl sipped little by little tea made by Gus Bima.

The man focused on staring at the innocent face of his little wife who was sipping her homemade tea. However, Aida's pink lips turned manyunful as she took a sip for the second time

"It's expensive, huh, Mas?" Gus Bima squinted his eyes. Digesting word for word Aida said. That question is ambiguous.

"meaning?" Aida placed the glass on the table and crossed her hands while smiling sweetly at her husband.

"Inadvertently." Aida's face changed. Intentionally? I mean, the answer, does anyone know?

Aida chose to be quiet. She did not understand her husband's answer. How can he understand, the answer is not intact. Yes, the man answered his little wife's question very densely, briefly and clearly. No. gabe. Not obviously, more precisely mysterious. Very hanging.

"I purposely made you warm tea a little bland because I wanted it when my little wife drank the tea by looking at her husband's handsome face." Aida who sipped the warm tea was stuck in the throat, like she wanted to get out. Seeing Aida's facial expression, Gus Bima chuckled. The girl blushed in embarrassment, this kind of moment Aida always missed. So too with her husband's little attention.

"I want, by looking at my face, that tea will turn sweet." Aida thickened her face. Yes, she did not want to show that red hue again in front of her husband. However, it feels unable. The longer he was near Gus Bima, the more seductive he would be.

Unable to bear it, the girl covered her entire face with both palms. His face was burning with a silent laugh. I think he wants to fly. Aida went and left her husband.

"I love you Aida." Aida was getting embarrassed. A strange leafan rippled finely on his chest. Aida covered her ears with both palms. Enough, for a long time the sound could drive Aida crazy.

"Where are you going, Aida? Don't leave me." Aida closed her ears tightly. Now it was not just his face that was warming up. But so does his whole body.

"Too long near Mas Bima just make a heart attack." The man laughed satisfied. Moreover, when he saw the face of his wife who was flushed beyond her normal limits.

***

Baskara increasingly showed his light. Blistering. That phrase is suitable to describe the atmosphere this afternoon which is enough to make the crown burn. Occasionally he wagged his palms to reduce a little sultry in the body.

Aida is still wrestling in the kitchen. After a long time of pondering inside the room and neutralizing that red hue, Aida finally began to dare to show herself again. While the man who always makes Aida blush, where is Gus Bima? A few minutes ago he said he wanted to go outside for a while. This afternoon, whether struck by lightning where, Aida was eager to make brownies. For a long time he did not eat brownies, the last time he ate brownies when on his birthday.

Maybe he misses his mother. Given that her mother used to make brownies for Aida. Although he realized his artificial brownie was not wise made by his mother. Now he misses his mother. Is the middle-aged woman okay?

"Astag." Aida was startled and turned her head quickly back when she found the palm that was patting her shoulder. In fact, the flour and chocolate powder that he held scattered the robe and face. Fortunately, the flour did not fall into a tray containing his homemade brownie.

"Afen, Aida. I was not intentionally. I don't mean to surprise you." Aida took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. A second later, the girl nodded slowly while patting some of her robe which had now turned white. Due to her carelessness, Aida had to shower again.

"Here, let me clean it up." Body freezes. It was not because of the sentence that the man had just said. However, treatment. Something in there is beating twice as fast as usual. The more the man approached, the more timid and unfazed the pounding when Gus Bima rubbed his face and blew it slowly. The breeze that blows from her husband's sweet lips makes Aida's face hotter. Ah, why should he be nervous, just like the first time.

"Already, Aida." The girl looked up and looked at Gus Bima's face. The man smiled making his heart beat beyond normal limits.

"Ah Yes-Aida has to go to the room to clean this up." When Aida was about to turn around, the man took a slow look at Aida's palm. His heart stopped beating, his blood flow stopped flowing. Even with his pulse. The girl rolled her eyes. I don't know why his heart is unpredictable. The nervousness always enveloped him. Shouldn't Aida have gotten used to it, even more so when Gus Bima's small attention always made him blush in shame.

"Has the brownie been done? I can't wait to taste it." Gus Bima still rubbed the flour stains lodged on Aida's cheeks. How about this, did she have to heed her husband's question by nodding her head?

"But Aida has to change-"

"You're still pretty Aida. The flour has no effect, I still love you even though a lot of flour covers your face. Because loving someone is not easy, be careful that love is not easily broken." Aida brushed off Gus Bima's hand and ran away. Being here for too long can cause Aida to have a sudden heart attack.

The man smiled amusedly at the sight of his wife who ran away in tears. Like being chased by a ghost. Really very funny. Just by rubbing her cheeks was able to make Aida blush. Gus Bima shook his head slowly, taking the brownie who was still steaming it. A few minutes to eat it.

It feels sweet like that girl. Her face is really sweet like brownies especially when blushing, like sprinkled with chocolate cream. Ah, he did not expect that Aida had a pent-up talent in making brownies. It tasted really good not like the sweet tea he first fed her. Aida, that innocent girl is so adorable.

Seriate....

Pasuruan, February 12, 2023