Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Silence is More Valuable

..."Love never dies. If unrequited, it will flow back to soften and purify your heart."...

..._Gus Bima ...

Black alphard car entered the gate of the boarding school which is now still quiet for santri activities. Along the way, Aida unceasingly chanted a dhikr in heart. Through the small windshield, Gus Bima monitored the activities of his wife, when the action was caught by Aida, the man turned his face, pretending to look out the window.

"We're here, let's go down immediately." Abi Nur opened the car door for the first one. Followed by Umi Salamah, Mbak Hamida and the last is Aida. The girl looked a little pale. Ah, maybe the car's AC makes it a little less palatable.

"Bring this!" He said strictly when Aida was not ready, was justifying his bag. A box that I don't know what it is he just gave it to the poor girl.

"Let me just." Wanting to take the heart to replace, Aida refused and shook her head slowly. Gus Bima's attention was still not diverted, he focused on looking at Aida's pale face. However, for now he is still thinking positively.

"Are you okay Aida? If the box is heavy, let Bima carry it." The middle-aged woman with the syar'i gown was worried about Aida. Perhaps, the woman was aware of Aida's pale countenance.

"No Umi, let Aida take him. Aida is strong." He smiles. No, rather a forced smile.

"Good." Netra Gus Bima landed right on the girl who was now walking behind her uminya. The sharp gaze as if ready to wield his enemy was blocked by Aida.

"Aida's okay, Mom. Don't be so easy to get carried away by emotions." It's realized. His hand landed on Aida's shoulder, all the way to Kyai Musthofa's ndalem, the man faithfully accompanied his wife. Slowly, but he did not want to leave his wife. She was afraid something might happen to her, remembering Aida's pale face.

They all stopped in front of a magnificent green building decorated with ornamental plants on the right and left sides, making anyone's eye of sight feel peaceful.

Hamida stepped up, knocking on the door that was already wide open. Not forgetting that the girl said hello. From the doorway, he saw a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair chanting a divine beauty. However, when the greeting was heard, the beautiful chant stopped. Closing of the Quran with tashdid readings. The middle-aged man turned around by moving his wheelchair. That guy?

"Madz."

"Hamid." The sound of both is shaking. Mbak Hamida ran and splashed in the wake of the buya. Cry broke. He kissed the back of Kyai Musthofa's palm.

"Buya is fine? Why didn't you tell me Buya was sick?" her tanyanya interrupted sobs.

Kyai Musthofa scooped his daughter's face, making Mbak Hamida look up at the beautiful bead of the buya. The middle-aged man weld the clear traces lodged on his daughter's cheeks gently.

"Buya is fine. Mom's just tired, son. Mom needs a break."

"Hamida has said the same Buya, the boarding school business, not all Buya handle. Let some of the other ustaz-ustaz huts handle." Hamida replied with lightning speed.

Before replying, Kyai Musthofa shook his head slowly. "No, Son. She doesn't trust anyone else."

"But Buya-"

"Buya will only believe in his daughter-in-law later." Telak. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. The sentence managed to hit the niche of his heart. Freeze.

"It is you and your husband who will take care of this boarding school cottage." His voice vibrates. Clung to the throat, hoarse.

"If only sister-"

"Astagfirullahalazim, Hungary. Let the guest in first. It's rude to let guests stand in the doorway." Nyai Zamzama slashed it as fast as a lightning strike. Like not wanting to let the husband continue his explanation.

"O Allah, forgive me Abi Nur and Umi Salamah. Because I miss Hamida so much, I let you stand in the doorway without letting you sit first." The man was welding his tear marks. Then, with the remaining energy that the man still had, he tried to get up from his wheelchair. Just like Aida, the middle-aged man looked extremely pale and thinner than before.

"Had Kyai sat down, there was no need to stand up." Abi Nur held back Kyai Musthofa who was in a weak condition. Is it because of his heart? Aida who saw the middle-aged man was reminded of the father. Right, he missed her. For several months, he did not contact his parents. Not that he forgot, but there was a new responsibility that he had to live with. Being a wife is not as easy as she had imagined.

"Dad." The girl flinched. His daydream broke as the palm landed quietly on his shoulder.

"Let's sit down," with a not-so-complete awareness, Aida heeded her husband's invitation with a nod of her head.

The girl and the others sat themselves on the available sofa. Mbak Hamida entered with the umi to prepare the dishes that have been prepared.

"Abi Nur, thank you for coming even though I know the distance of the boarding school here is very far." Abi Nur clasped Kyai Musthofa's palm, then shook his head slowly.

"Kyai does not want to be taken to the doctor and does not want to take the medicine again," overwritten Nyai Zamzama with a snack.

"Why, Kyai?" Kyai Musthofa shook his head with the liquid that kept dripping.

"Mari Umi Salamah, Abi Nur, Nak Bima, and Aida. Please eat." On the table, there is a plate of fried pisamg, bakwan, pudding, and banana compote. However, somehow Aida did not taste to eat it.

"Aida, which one do you want, son? Take 'lah!" Umi Salamah asked while taking a bowl of banana compote.

"You want a banana? Let me get it." Aida shook her head weakly.

"Later Aida will take it herself. Aida still doesn't want to eat anything." He replied in a soft voice. More precisely whispered right next to the earlobe of her husband.

Gus Bima clasped Aida's palm. Chilly. The palm of the girl's hand felt so cold, but when she touched Aida's forehead, it felt so hot. Pallid increasingly visible, black curvature under his eyes made Gus Bima more worried. He was eager to ask her how she was. However, he was convinced that Aida would be evasive and would not tell the truth.

"You sick?" Only a headband could Aida give to her husband. Right no? The girl lied. Is Gus Bima stupid? Can Gus Bima be fooled into power by just going to bob that head? Clearly the look of a pale face indicates that he is not okay.

"Dadam!"

"I'm doing fine. Just a little tired," he replied firmly and a little pressure in saying it.

"Aida, come with umi." The middle-aged woman gently patted her daughter-in-law's thigh. Whether I was invited to where Aida was, it seems that Umi Salamah did not know if the girl was not feeling well.

"All right, Umi."

"Umi, Aida's not feeling well"

"Let's Umi, it's not good to make Nyai Zamzama wait." The girl interjected when Gus Bima's sentence had not been resolved. Gus Bima felt very upset, fine if that was what he wanted. If he does not want to be noticed by him, Gus Bima does not force. The man looked away as Aida looked at his face.

Umi Salamah clenched her wrist, bringing Aida inside leaving the men sitting and chatting casually.

"Please sit Umi," said the girl in the instant white veil. Umi Salamah nodded, after which she sat down on the red carpet in the middle of which there were several banquets. Seeing Aida who never sat down, Umi Salamah slowly pulled her arm so that Aida sat nearby.

"How's Aida, is it filled?" Aida looked up, looking at the source of the voice timidly. Already filled? Those words sound very ambiguous. Anyone, whether any of you understand, please tell the poor girl.

Aida looked at Umi Salamah. Before long, the palm as soft as silk was stroking the smooth top of his head. "Not yet, Nyai."

"It's been more than three months you've been married, why haven't you filled in yet?" Telak. After he digested the words that Nyai Zamzama said, Aida finally understood.

"Maybe it's not sustenance, Nyai. The child is a daydream. God will leave a scourge when we feel we are ready."

"The plan is also Aida we will lecture, I want to see my daughter-in-law alone can achieve his goals." Aida jerks. Like dream. Is what Umi Salamah just said true? He was so happy he couldn't express it anymore. Whoever, pinch him!

"Enak was not his son-in-law Umi Salamah? Kind, patient, loving. Unfortunately, Hamida cannot be Umi's son-in-law, the position is replaced by a stranger whose background is unclear." Freeze. Aida. Smile fades. Like a thousand razor blades. As much as possible the girl wiped away the tears that had been pooled in her pelupuknya. Like a broken glass, the fragment was unintentionally struck by it, stinging. Sick, it really hurts. Umi Salamah stroked Aida's back, trying to calm her daughter-in-law. The girl stared for a moment at Umi Salamah and nodded her head, a sign that she was fine.

"Excuse me, Aida's permission to go to the toilet first" he said.

However, when the girl got up and stood up. Suddenly his head was dizzy, his gaze blurry. Before long, the surrounding view darkened, there was only one light that became his focal point. His body fell to the floor.

"NISS!"

Mas Bima ....

Her tears dripped before her net was completely closed. The last thing he heard was the screams of Umi Salamah. I don't know what happened to Aida, now the girl has completely closed her eyes.

Connect ....

Pasuruan, May 21, 2023