Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Porridge Bowl
..."He who sees himself as bad is a good man. And whoever sees himself as good, then he is a bad man."...
..._Ali bin Abi Thalib...
The weather today was very hot. The girl with a set of prayer tools was now standing glued to the doorway. Petrifying. Repeatedly his clenched palm, floating in the air like he wanted to knock on a door leaf. However, his intention was immediately undo when he found Mbak Hamida and Gus Bima sitting next to each other on the soft sofa of the room with a hanging hanging hanging down. Laughter sounds so crunchy to each other. Aida looked at it, peering with her own eyes from the corner of the glass. The girl then dropped her hand, turned around, and did not feel the tears coming back.
Now the girl is more sure if Mbak Hamida has a taste for her husband, not just a friend of halaqoh only. However, more than the word friends halaqoh. Surprisingly, the smooth and hot swish that ran through his chest was not as usual. Ah, there's no way if he's burning with jealousy. Aida always husnudzon if they both are working on important things that concern boarding school. Given that they are co-workers who deserve two thumbs up.
“Is it polite to eavesdrop on people's conversations from outside?” Aida was surprised not to play. That sound? Since when? It seemed like a few seconds ago no one opened the door. Aida turned her back, she saw a girl crossing her hands on her chest with a flat face full of anger staring like she was going to strip her. Aida tried to stay calm, her body started to tremble. How about this, why doesn't her husband come out?
“Mbak-Mbak Hamidah .. since when is it here?” tanyanya.
“Aida.” A baritone voice familiar to Aida was now finally heard. From behind Mbak Hamida, seen a man wearing a koko sage shirt with a black sarong. Aida smiled wryly. No, that smile he was referring to Gus Bima, not the ketus girl. Yes, he actually wanted to ask for help to immediately take him away from the presence of Mbak Hamida.
“Why don't you go inside?” Silent. Aida did not respond to her husband's questions.
“Where is the clock just coming home? Just wandering. The house is a mess, the husband comes home unserved, the clothes have not been dried. Want you what the hell? Don't blame your husband for choosing polygamy." Telak. The words managed to hit the niche of Aida's heart. The whirring rushes along with the clear liquid in the fertilizer. He admitted that he was wrong. However, before he was about to hang his clothes, Umi Salamah already invited him to attend halaqoh in musholla near the boarding school. It's not good to refuse, is it? He also wants to find other activities to forget the incident last night. He intends to hang it after the halaqoh event.
“Already Hamida, she just got home from halaqoh.” The man standing behind Mbak Hamida overcame him as fast as lightning. He did not want to see his wife grieving, let alone being humiliated like this. He doesn't accept.
“With you indulging your wife constantly like this will make her lazy. Until when do you want to be made a maid, to be told, trampled like this, huh? You are a Cairo graduate, Bima. While--”
“Aida never asked Mas Bima to do housework. All this time I've been working on all this. I admit if I was wrong, but I was already invited Umi-”
“Had not brought the name Umi, emang kamunya aja who is not a vice to be a wife. Gini nih if the same parents are not schooled until college.” Aida looked up quickly. He squeezed tightly onto the face that was held by him. His chest felt tight, he was stunned. As much as possible the sound of sobs he could not be heard by Mbak Hamida and her husband. While the man was just silent, not budging in the slightest. Repeatedly he begged Mbak Hamida to stop insulting Aida. However, it seems that the girl is stubborn, she does not want to listen to the words of Gus Bima.
Gus Bima approached Aida regardless of Mbak Hamida standing in the doorway. Even if it seems rude, he should do it. Seeing Aida constantly shedding tears made her powerless. Gus Bima grabbed Aida's wrist dragging slowly carrying her inside. Hamida looked at Aida hatefully. The man took his wife into the room.
Aida is not thinking about what Hamida will do to him later. The most important thing for him to be out of the look of intimidation and the spicy words Mbak Hamida is more than enough.
***
Gus Bima sat his wife on a soft sofa in his room. The girl did not budge, there were only sobs with her head lowered and fingers squeezing each other. The man, I don't know what he's doing in the kitchen. His heart guessed, maybe Gus Bima was making himself warm tea again. He could guess it.
"Aida, look at what I'm carrying" the man said, sitting not far from Aida. Aida's attention was fixed on a bowl of porridge. Oh no, it seems delicious, the sense of smell is never wrong. The net does not continue to blink, focusing on the object that is being carried by Gus Bima.
A mouthful of tablespoons floated in the air, floating right in front of his mouth. Gus Bima nodded his head when the girl did not open her mouth. In the third second, Aida's mouth slightly opened, but her attention was focused on the look of Gus Bima's face.
"Is the porridge good?" Aida nodded. The girl cleaned the remaining porridge left on the sidelines of her pink lips. The girl seemed to be enjoying, speaking very quietly.
"Where did you buy Bima?" The man returned to feed his beloved wife and did not forget to weld the traces of porridge left behind. Subhanallah, is it really sweet not the treatment of Gus Bima on Aida? A second later, he heeded Aida's question with a sweet smile.
"I made it myself, dear." Telak. The green bean porridge was stuck in the throat when Gus Bima said that. It feels like I'm going back out. He immediately cursed himself. Oh God, how could she ask such a trivial thing to her husband? Where did the girl get her courage? Aida's shy, really shy.
A moment later, his cheeks blushed making Gus Bima chuckle softly. Whoever, save him, like a rainbow adorning his face. Aida looked down very deeply. But the man repeatedly teased her by catching Aida's face that he had hidden. He tilted his face, looking at Aida who was bowed in shame. The more stared at, the hue was getting flushed like a boiled tomato. Divine, save him from this man. Being around her made her lips not okay.
Gus Bima laughed so satisfied. Aida's face heated up, her fingers squeezing her exposed robe forward. He felt annoyed, looking as the girl pursed her lips twice as forward. Sometimes he grunts slowly. Ah, it seems that now the state of the household is fine, better than yesterday. Mercifully.
"I'm sorry, Aida." The man took her scattering in the crib. She was attached to the chest of Gus Bima, so that she could feel her husband's heartbeat. He drowned his reddened face like a boiled tomato in the chest of Gus Bima's field. He was a little calmer now than before. But why should the man apologize first?
"No. Ah no, I mean .. it should be Aida who apologized, not Mas ... Milky." The end of the sentence was slightly dragged with a tone so weak. Now she was spoiled in her husband's arms, unwilling to divorce him. The longer the tighter. When she married Gus Bima, she had a new habit of sniffing the distinctive smell of her husband's body. So relaxing and calming. That way, he can forget for a moment the spicy words of Mbak Hamida a few hours ago.
"I'm sorry, I asked like that. I forgot that my husband is a great cook." Aida broke that hug. A row of white teeth appear neatly lined up. The girl wore a smile that was so wide that her teeth were all visible. In the fourth second, he spontaneously scratched his non-itchy nape.
Gus Bima also smiled, even scratching his nape that did not itch anyway. Why did he follow Aida? Like a parrot.
"It doesn't feel like you've got brothers, does it?" Aida nodded quickly. Gus Bima smiled more and more. She was so happy when she received compliments from her husband.
It seems only with a bowl of porridge can make the originally cracked household reconditioned.
Mas, forgive my treatment last night. I promise I will try to love you more deeply. Believe this.
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Pasuruan, April 28, 2023