Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Yes Humaira

..."Not all answers have to be answered, and not all answers have to be questioned."...

..._aid....

“Aida, have you seen my watch?” The baritone's voice made Aida stop her activities for a moment. A pile of dishes and a set of dirty friends make the girl have to finish her task first. Remembering the orange scratches began to scatter in the upper sky. He had a little bit of an error doing which. Confused, Aida had not cooked for dinner either.

“Not Mas Bima put it on top of the plastic cupboard?” He turned off the water tap for a moment, splashing some of the water that was still attached to his hand.

The girl ran over to the husband. The man still looks confused looking for his favorite watch here and there.

“Have you met?” Gus Bima turned his back when the voice broke the silence. In the second minute, the man shook his head. Aida breathed heavily. How not, from a few inches where he stood, Aida can clearly see the black watch lying just like that on a plastic cabinet. She was a little upset with her husband.

Aida walked through Gus Bima just like that, without permission or bending her body. His steps led to a plastic cupboard, his hands grabbed something, grasped and finally brought the object to Gus Bima.

Aida grabbed her husband's wrist, making the hand float in the air. Gus Bima did not understand his wife's intentions. Ah, does he really not understand? Hi, realize your wife found the thing you were looking for.

“This, I found a watch belonging to Mas Bima. Hows it? Already calm?” Gus Bima smiled. Then he picked up his hamdalah. Ah, she's shy. How could he not see his watch lying on top of a plastic cabinet, but several times the place he had passed. Gus Bima cursed himself inwardly, the man scratched his non-itchy nape.

Aida advanced slowly by staring fixedly at Gus Bima's beautiful bead. Oh God, that gaze made Gus Bima's chest thump. Believe this. Can you all hear it? Gus Bima tried to look fine, although little by little trembling began to spread through every inch of his veins. Gus Bima lowered his gaze, his knees felt limp. Divine, with just a matter of seconds it seemed like he would fall to the floor.

Gus Bima looked up. Yeah, the guy's widened, rounded his eyes perfectly. He swallowed violently. How not, he saw Aida's hand slowly rising and in the same second the girl confirmed her collar. His breathing was irregular, his heart was like going to a marathon running match. Umi Salamah, please save Gus Bima, anyone who knows where Umi Salamah is immediately tell him!

“Well, this is ‘kan Mas Bima looks more handsome.” The man smiled sweetly. No, rather he forced to smile.

“Mas Bima where are you going? How neat is it at this hour?” After a few minutes of asking, the girl was petrified. He remembered something. Why did she ask such a thing, recalling that her husband was the son of the owner of the boarding house. It was only natural that he often spent time in the boarding house. Divine, again he cursed himself. Aida patted the eel slowly. Gus Bima smiled, chuckling softly at the hue of his wife's face.

“Nothing Yes Humaira.” Gus Bima stroked Aida's round cheeks. The girl was silent. Yes Humaira? Is that a love for him? Ah, anyone who understands what Gus Bima means, please explain to Aida.

"Yes ... Humaira?" ask by hanging the end of the sentence.

"Because your cheeks always blush when you're shy." Aida smiled slightly. Yes, the girl as much as possible to hide that smile. He held back from smiling widely. Again and again, the hue alighted. The longer the hue looks the more obvious. Aida drowned her face by choosing to bow in. Gus Bima chuckled, and pinched his wife's cheek.

“Let ba’da magrib there will be guests in the boarding house. Abi asked me to accompany him to welcome the guest.” Aida nodded slowly.

“If Aida may know ... who is the guest, Mas?” Mambatu. Gus Bima never answered Aida's question. A sweet smile rose from Gus Bima's lips. No, he seemed to be smiling stiffly and forcedly.

“Ah is okay, not all questions should have an answer and not all answers should be questioned right?”

“Then Mas Bima departs now only, afraid of being late and afraid of Abi waiting long.” Gus Bima nodded slowly. The man thrust the back of his palm at his wife, after which Aida shook the back of her palm. The man turned his back as Aida turned his back and slightly pushed slowly.

Nervously and still a little awkward, Gus Bima passed away leaving Aida still glued to the spot. Unlike usual, the man did not kiss Aida on the forehead. The round-eyed girl could only hushnudzon, perhaps her husband was in such a hurry that he forgot the obligatory ritual before leaving. Despite the tightness, Aida still tried to smile.

In the fifth second, Gus Bima stopped his steps. Standing for a long time in place and then he looked back without moving his body at all. Later ....

"I'll never forget this moment I've always been waiting for, Aida." Freeze. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. Her heart was flowery, butterflies in her stomach were dancing around Aida. There was nothing he could say. Although there are actually a myriad of sentences that have been strung together. For some reason, his lips suddenly twisted and his tongue stiff. Can any of you guess what Gus Bima did?

For a moment, the girl held her breath when she was near Gus Bima. His hands clenched violently. Divinely, her conjecture was wrong, it turned out that her husband had never forgotten that sacred ritual.

"I left first yes, assalamualaikum," he said. The man then completely disappeared from Aida's presence before he got a greeting answer from his beloved wife.

"Waalaikumus greetings," he said softly with a bead that never blinked. He was transfixed, totally fixated on sweet treatment today.

Suddenly, Aida became misbehaved. However, he still remembered the responsibility waiting for him in the kitchen, asking to be settled immediately before Maghrib greeted.

"Mas Bima, today you make my soul float. Really."

***

"Thank you for stopping by our boarding school, Kyai." Abi Nur embraces Kyai Musthofa-Buya Mbak Hamida. They look so close. So did Umi Salamah and Bu Nyai Zamzamah.

"Wouldn't you stop by the ndalem first, Mr Kyai?" his question that Kyai Dahlan responded to with a slow piquancy.

"Thank you very much, Umi Salamah. We are very honored, but we have been awaited by the manager of our boarding school." All laughed happily, except Gus Bima. This time he so often daydreamed, his net occasionally glanced at the circular watch on his wrist. Like someone was waiting for him.

"I haven't seen Nak Bima in a long time. Now more handsome and dashing. Ma shaa Allah. Abi's successor yes, son." Gus Bima showed a big smile to Kyai Musthofa and Bu Nyai Zamzamah. He seemed embarrassed by the compliment. The man chose silence, did not take action on the praise that the middle-aged man gave and chose to bow deeply.

"If only Hamida could have married Nak Bima, how happy I was as her house." Telak. Rebena laughs in a hirap. Suddenly silent atmosphere. Abi Nur and Umi Salamah stared at each other. Mbak Hamida looked around, seeing the look on everyone's face that turned flat, the girl finally melted it.

"Buya it's just there. Never mind Buya, this is all fate. We may not be a match, and God now thankfully gives the Milky Way a better mate than Hamida." Kyai Musthofa smiled in anguish. Considering it all makes the wound that has been dry scratched back. Why did he have to open up an old story that was over?

"Ah, Umi Salamah and Abi Nur, we permit farewell. Sorry, we can't stay long because Buya is still recovering. Thank you for such a delicious meal today. Oh Allah, I got it twice." Nyai Zamzamah's mother melted the atmosphere.

"Bu Nyai, this is nothing. We are very happy because Pak Kyai and Bu Nyai want to come to our small boarding school." Umi Salamah hugged and caressed Nyai Zamzamah.

"Other times, you guys should come to our ndalem for dinner together. Take Aida, " said Nyai Zamzamah.

Aida's? Hearing the girl's name made Mbak Hamida look up, the smile on his face instantly faded. Why did she mention the name of that cheap girl? He hated that name.

"Oh yeah, I haven't seen Aida since. Where's she? Didn't you guys take her?" Mr. Kyai Musthofa chimed in on his wife's words. The middle-aged man with a white beard was probing every corner.

"Di-he's sick, Mr. Kyai." Umi Salamah replied with a little hesitation. Lied. Without them noticing, a man was shaking weakly. Abi Nur, who knew that his only son shook his head and lowered his head, bowed his head for a moment. What is this, why wasn't Aida invited? And why did the girl not protest from the beginning?

"Oh my God, so sorry. May Nak Aida recover soon." All prayed for the recovery of Aida who said she was sick. However, when everyone rubbed their palms to the face, Hamida mutely nodded. There was no response, neither speech nor body response from him.

After a few minutes, Pak Kyai Musthofa and his wife were escorted by Abi Nur, Umi Salamah, Gus Bima, and Mbak Hamida to get in the car. Wait a minute, did that girl not come with her parents home?

"Abi Nur, thank you for accepting our daughter with open arms." Abi Nur nodded while smiling faintly.

"By pleasure. Mr. Kyai do not forget to take care of health," he said as he stroked the arm of Kyai Musthofa's hand. The middle-aged man took action with a nod of his head.

"Buya and Umma be careful, yes" he said as he shook the back of his parents' palm.

"Buya don't forget to take medicine, don't push yourself too much. If you are tired, rest. Getting enough sleep, Hamida told Mas Nabil that Buya controls it now every month. Buya should not be too stressed and Buya-"

"All right, princess. Buya will remember the advice you gave. Can mom go home now? She felt very sleepy." The middle-aged man cut out the unfinished sentence of Mbak Hamida as fast as lightning.

Hamida smiled, then nodded. Heavy should be separated away from both his parents and older brother. How else, this was already a job that he had to do. Every day he is always overshadowed by anxiety about how his condition is now when doctors have confirmed that Buya Musthofa has heart, diabetes, and asthma. Mournfully. World's shattered. Like a desert in the middle of his body.

The short daydream was spoiled when the black Toyota Alphard car honked its horn and began to drive. Mbak Hamida waved his hand, after which he passed away when the car was completely inhaled from his view.

Gus Bima chose to go home first after asking permission from his parents. He breathed a sigh of relief when Abi Nur and Umi Salamah gave his permission. They also realize that Aida is home alone. With the rest of the energy that exists with drowsiness that can not be held, Gus Bima ran. Occasionally he glanced at his watch, it turned out that the clock showed exactly ten o'clock. How is this, is Aida asleep? He felt bad when he had to wake her up.

***

The night is starting to look gray. The goddess of the night was showing her darkness. The moon and the star that became friends flickered at a girl who was now pacing around for no reason. He squeezed his fingers, biting his lower lip. Ah, he always does that if he is panicked or anxious.

Aida repeatedly peered out the window, checking if her husband had arrived. However, nil. He got nothing. The girl yawned, her eyes felt so heavy. He could no longer afford to stay up all night waiting for the return of the husband.

O Allah, your Humanity is no longer able to withstand drowsiness, Mas. Hurry home!

Aida let out a long, stifling breath. The girl was sitting right behind the door. Hoping that her husband would come home and open the door, she could be awake because she was pushed by the open door. After a second of leaning his head against the door leaf, the girl fell asleep. Divine, is that it?

While from a distance, there was a man who ran with irregular breathing. Distance boarding school and a house that is a little far away makes Gus Bima just like sports. However, it was okay, now he was standing in the doorway. For a moment, he wanted to neutralize his irregular breath. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Repeatedly Gus Bima did that until he felt his breathing was now much better. Before his clenched hand like it was about to knock on the door, he again sighed. Then the clenched hand paused, stuck in the air. I don't know why, but a second later the hand fell off.

It's late at night. Aida must have fallen asleep. I don't feel good about having to wake him up.

Gus Bima slightly retreated a few steps. Then, the net was diverted to the mat lying in the corner of the terrace of the house. The man picked up and immediately spread out half of the mat. Gus Bima sat himself down, removing the watch and peci that were still attached to certain parts of his body. Can any of you guess?

I'd better sleep at the door. It's not good to wake Aida.

Both of them worry each other. They don't want to be a burden on each other. Same with Gus Bima. The man chose to sleep outside, in front of the door. While the girl who had been waiting with worry because her husband never returned home finally fell asleep by choosing to sleep inside, in front of the door too.

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Pasuruan, April 29, 2023