Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Don't Tempt Aida Umi

..."Someone is like a book. We cannot judge from the outer cover alone, we can be fooled by the ugly and shabby outer cover. However, we don't know how it's inside."...

"Fabiayyi alaa irobbikuma tukadziban." The chanting of the holy verse of the Quran from an old large building with a dome that becomes a mascot sounds so melodious that anyone who hears it will be swept away by the rhythm of the jihad. Aida was pensive, thinking back about her attitude towards Gus Bima. Right, he can't lie to his heart. The girl sighed even more stiflingly, had she now turned into a disobedient wife? Aida tidied the face that had been in her lap.

"I'm sorry Aida for the outs can be a good wife to Mas Bima." He grumbled as he weld a transparent trail that began to dry on his cheek.

"Dad." The girl was aghast as the palm touched her shoulder. Aida blinked for a few times, in the same second she looked back. A middle-aged woman with a maroon-long khimar was seen sitting down while smacking a sweet smile at her.

Aida welds her tear marks violently and then grabs the back of her mother-in-law's palm to pique her.

"Why are you crying, son?" tanyanya while wiping Aida's clear marks left behind, he did not have time to clean.

Aida nodded quickly. Ah no, he's lying. God, he knows that lying is not good. But how else, there is no other way. Ah Aida, a few minutes later she cursed her stupid self. Why would she lie if her mother-in-law had seen herself sobbing?

"Nlt ...." The index finger brought Aida up to look up. But the corneas did not dare to look directly at the beautiful bead Umi Salamah.

"Are you and Bima having a fight?" The girl repeatedly nodded. I don't know how many times he's been shaking. The girl chose to go deep. Not without reason, but only as an escape.

"Lying is a sin, you know what, honey?" Mutely. What Umi Salamah said was right, she nodded slowly. Shame, how is this. What was Umi Salamah's assessment when she found that her daughter-in-law had lied? Surely after this the woman will hate him and will not believe him again. Ah, astagfirullah is not Aida. Istighfar, you shouldn't have such bad thoughts. Divinely, forgive her, Aida knows if all this is hard, but the girl has tried her best to avoid it.

"Just take this as advice that is often given by your Mother, Son."

"Fighting, disagreements and anything else is common in a marriage. Like a vegetable without salt, let's just say all of it is a spice of love in the household. No matter how small the problem you face, be faced with a cold head. Don't be selfish with each other, there must be a surrender between the two of you. If you keep each other's egos, it'll never be over, son." Is correct. What Umi Salamah said Aida digested little by little. All this time he was more concerned with his ego without thinking about the feelings of Gus Bima. At an early age, there was not even a supply of household making Aida often cry in the corner of the bedroom. It turned out that getting married was not as beautiful as he had imagined.

Longing for the source of happiness that is growing day by day makes his chest feel tight. It was often in his mind to end the sacred thread immediately. However, deep in his little heart, it was like he had convinced Aida to stay. Although heavy, over time he will get used to it.

"I'm sorry Aida Umi ...." Not finished finishing her sentence, Aida was back in a huddle. His eyes were glazed, the clear liquid pooled filled the Netra Aida to make his vision blurry. A few minutes of silence, the girl splashed on Umi Salamah's embrace. Yes Rabb, she feels like the most despicable woman. Seeing Umi Salamah's face made her feel even more guilty for hurting her son's feelings.

"Why, Son? Try the story, if by telling stories can make you improve, then spill all the problems that you might have yourself to Umi. In shaa Allah as much as possible will let us give a solution." Umi Salamah stroked Aida's shoulder. The girl remained stunned. Choosing to drown her face in the warm embrace of Umi Salamah. Really, that hug reminded her of the mother. Rabb, he has not seen the womb of his life for a long time. How is he doing right now, is he okay?

"If this concerns Mbak Hamida .. forgive the words of Mbak Hamida who often makes your heart hurt, Aida." Silent. After a long period of silence, the middle-aged woman reopened the conversation.

"We can't judge someone from the outside, can we?" Aida nodded weakly.

"Someone is like a book. We cannot judge from the outer cover alone, we can be fooled by the ugly and shabby outer cover. However, we don't know how it's in it, do we?" Aida still did not budge. Sometimes Umi Salamah still heard the poor girl was stunned.

"Do you know Aida .. actually Hamida's a very nice person. For some reason, after Bima Umi made a match with you, her attitude changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. She often cried herself in the corner of the room. Often pensive, even the memorization of the Quran is also not like before." Aida looks up. Did ya? Is it true what her mother-in-law said? Because Gus Bima was betrothed to him the attitude of Mbak Hamida so changed. Aida is back to daydreaming.

"Dad." The short daydream was spoiled when a palm as soft as cotton held his shoulder.

Silent. The beautiful sound of God's chant was not heard again, indicating that it had been read. Only a breeze blew caressing his face. The beads looked at each other, not winking at all.

Until finally, flat objects in black with smart lock wallpaper face Gus Bima look middle ringing. He glanced and found a call coming in. Aida grabbed her device fast. He moved a little and moved away from his original position.

"Assalamualaikum, what's up, Mas?" ask her a little whisper. Not that he did not want to answer the phone in front of Umi Salamah, but he was still a little hesitant and not used to it.

"Waalaikumus greetings, where is Aida? Why isn't the clock coming home?" ask someone from across there. The master seemed to be worried about his wife. That sound? The baritone voice belonging to Gus Bima made his heart a little serene. He was actually waiting for a call from his beloved husband. Ah, he's embarrassed. Aida felt very embarrassed to go home. Every time he looked at the face of Gus Bima, that's when the memory of last night's events repeated.

"Aida's coming home soon, Mom. If you want to eat, I have prepared some side dishes and I keep them at the dining table." Gus Bima nodded slowly, although he knew his wife across there could not see the response from Aida's words.

"Do I want to pick it up?" Aida shook her head. A few seconds later, he cursed himself. Basic Aida, why can he be the same as Gus Bima. The man won't be able to see his head. Really, seeing the behavior of the couple made Umi Salamah who monitored from a distance patted the eel slowly.

"Aida is in musholla, Mas. Umi is here too. Five minutes later Aida was home, "Aida's adorable voice always managed to make Gus Bima want to squeeze her round cheeks. Anxious.

However, last night's incident made Gus Bima a little awkward to just make a small talk to Aida. But he believes that patience will pay off. Whatever Aida's choice will be accepted by the man with a chest of air.

"Yes, assalamualaikum." They say it simultaneously. Aida smiled faintly. He realized that from a distance there was a pair of beads that were in love with him. The girl tried to thicken the face, trying as much as possible so that her face did not blush, the smile that Aida could not hold so that it did not bend too wide.

The strange thump as well as the subtle swish on his chest made him uncomfortable. For some reason, the thump came back after a long time. It felt like a first glance when they first met. Whether it was a coincidence or not, the memory in his head slowly began to twist the sweet memories of the first time Gus Bima brought him into his in-laws house. Where, she did not dare at all to start a conversation with her husband.

Ah, considering all that makes Aida blush. Divine, please cover the hue, Aida is ashamed if Umi Salamah sees it. Aih, maybe the redness is already like a boiled crab.

The wire that was still stuck near his ear without him noticing the call had been turned off by the person on the other side. Aida rushed to tidy up her hijab, stepping towards Umi Salamah who was tidying up her face. After that Aida grabbed and kissed the back of her mother-in-law's palm.

"Umi, Aida let me go home first." Umi Salamah smiled as she stroked Aida's head.

"All right, son." When Aida was half-standing, the girl was surprised by the words of Umi Salamah which made her activity stop.

"Friday's night is withheld, son." Telak. Aida widened, the girl rounded her perfect eyes. Divine, those words were truly ambiguous, but after a split second of trying to understand, the innocent girl finally understood.

Aida's getting embarrassed. It felt like drowning that round face among the pile of musholla carpets. His entire body warmed up until it crept up to his face. Is correct. Face blushing. Why did the hue stop at the wrong time?

Aida covered part of her face with both palms and ran a small out of the musholla. Umi Salamah chuckled at the behavior of Aida who ran away like being chased by a ghost.

Seriate....

Pasuruan, April 26, 2023