Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
An Examination

..."He who does not draw near to Allah, but is rewarded with pleasures, will be dragged (to draw near) to Him with a chain of trials." ...

..._Dev Athaillah_...

The man took the time to look at the state of Mbak Hamida, his childhood friend. Although his good intentions were hindered by Mas Nabil. The man initially strictly forbade Gus Bima to see the condition of his sister. In fact, the man did not hesitate to land a palm grip on his cheek. The man was already horses by squeezing the collar of his shirt. However, the action was stopped by Nyai Zamzamah.

With the permission of the middle-aged woman, Gus Bima can now see the face of Mbak Hamida closely. Mas Nabil's? The man chose to leave, for some reason. He had already climbed apitam, Mas Nabil did not want to see the face of Gus Bima, he was rising blood. But what's wrong? Why did Nabil hate him so much? Does this have anything to do with Hamida? Because there is no fire if there is no smoke, right?

"Astagfirullahalazim, why are you like this Hamida? Though a few hours ago I still heard your voice, but now ...." The man took a deep breath. The words he did not finish. The man was not sitting in the available seat, but was only standing a few meters from the bed where Mbak Hamida was lying.

The girl was moved into the room. But he did not open his eyes. What happened until he hurt himself? Seeing the condition of his best friend, Gus Bima so remembered something. Something that made him the most despicable and evil man.

"Son Bima. Why not sit?" The middle-aged man smiled kindly at him. Always like that, Kyai Musthofa and Nyai Zamzamah are very good. In fact, he was already considered like a child himself.

"No, Kyai." The man squatted a little, the tips of his legs and knees became the pedestal of his body. Gus Bima is now next to Kyai Musthofa who sits in a wheelchair. Actually Gus Bima wanted to ask why the middle-aged man was in a wheelchair again? However, he was disinclined and awkward.

“How are things, Aida?" Ah, yes. Aida's. He almost forgot. Gus Bima left the girl alone in the room. The last time she saw before going out to buy mineral water, Aida was still covered with murottals of the holy Quran that lit up next to her.

"What is she sick? Is she okay?" Daydreams broke. Gus Bima smiled awkwardly. He should return soon, afraid that at any time his wife would wake up and he was not there. Umi Kulthum has not returned.

"The lab results haven't come out yet, Kyai. I'm still waiting for the results." He was always sad when it came to Aida's current situation. Gus Bima still remembers clearly the voice of the doctor who explained the condition of Aida at that time.

"May Aida be okay, son. Don't be sad." Kyia Musthofa held tightly to Gus Bima's hand. At that moment, he could no longer hide his sadness. Her tears broke, she nodded. Seeing the fragile and desperate Gus Bima, Kyai Musthofa carried the body of the man in his arms.

"cry. Perhaps crying can reduce the burden on your chest and shoulders." It's been. Gus Bima could not constantly cry. He doesn't want to interrupt Hamida's break. Nor can he spill that sorrow on Kyai Musthofa. He is also being tested. However, the man did not look the slightest bit sad. Because what? Because he is sincere with the test given by God.

Why should Gus Bima be sad if God gives him a test? He should increase his gratitude, because from the test given by the Divine, many lessons can be learned. Tucked wisdom. With that, God wants to know his patience to where. In life, the first test is a lesson. However, in school, the first lesson is a new test. While the test that God gives can train to be more patient and make him a servant who has strong determination. Gus Bima believed that.

When the favor God gives, does the cry accompany it? No-no. Laughter is happy, sometimes even these lips never give thanks for the blessings that God gives. So when God gives a test, why should he weep and grieve? Says the sick can take away the sins he has committed?

"Hamasah, in shea Allah Aida will be fine. He's a good boy. You're lucky to have a wife like her." He stroked the top of Gus Bima's head. That middle-aged woman? Since he visited, Nyai Zamzamah did not budge. He chose silence. Was that middle-aged woman the same as Mas Nabil? Ah it doesn't seem. Nyai Zamzamah is a good person, all this time his relationship with umma Mbak Hamida is fine.

"Yes, Kyai." Gus Bima weld his clear traces.

"I'll let you go back first, Kyai. Aida is not in custody. Umi came home to pick up some clothes. I'm afraid he's waking up." The man moved after kissing Kyai Musthofa's palm.

The same thing he did to Nyai Zamzamah. The middle-aged woman wore a knotty smile still the same as before. That smile will never change. Nyai Zamzamah did not say much, he just stroked the back of Gus Bima.

His steps led Gus Bima out of the room. The man walked down the hospital corridor. A plastic bag containing mineral water, two loaves of bread, and also a packet of rice he brought with him by occasionally seeing what other items he felt were lacking. The hospital canteen was not far from where Ms. Hamida was being treated. Aida's room is very far from the canteen, but close to the musholla.

Not noticeably, the move came to a halt in the doorway where his wife was being treated. Gus Bima let out a long breath. Before entering, the man first put a sickle smile on his face. Over and over again he convinced his heart to be strong, but he could not lie to himself. Every time he saw Aida's face, he wanted to cry, spilling all his complaints over Aida's thigh.

"Assalamualaikum-" The sentence came to a halt when his attention did not see the figure lying on the bed. There was only a blanket and also an oxygen hose previously attached to Aida. So where did the girl go?

"Dae ... Aida's. Where are you?" The man panicked. His heart started to beat. He should not have left Aida. He's so stupid, so stupid. If something happens to Aida how? Ah, naw. He better be prejudiced. It is not good if he is constantly prejudiced. People say, if we instill bad prejudice, it will get bad. Did ya?

"Aida-"

"Mas Bima." The soft sound of cotton made his heart beat again. Like being struck by lightning repeatedly in broad daylight. His body feels so weak. Gus Bima turned his head. He saw Aida with the infusion held slightly high standing behind him.

Gus Bima rushed into Aida's arms. The man was crying. Seeing him in pain Gus Bima was stunned, finding Aida was not on the bed enough to make his heart like being stabbed by thousands of swords.

"Aida is fine. I'm out of the toilet." Gus Bima broke his embrace. His face was flushed, part of his cheeks were wet because of the transparent liquid. Gus Bima looked at Aida as if he was ready to strip her from top to bottom. Then, the man took over the infusion at Aida's hands, then took his wife to lie back on the bed.

Gus Bima pulled a thick warm cloth to cover half of his wife's body. Aida's attention did not escape the man's face. Surprisingly, the beautiful bead was as if it was turning away from him. The man did not dare to stare at his wife's bead.

"Why you?" Gus Bima shook his head.

The girl wakes up. Silent. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Aida's hand brought Gus Bima's face to stare at her manic clinging, but her neutrality refused.

"Aida is fine. Believe it." Aida hugged Gus Bima. At least this way is able to make his body not tremble.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone." Finally the man opened his voice. Aida kissed her husband on the forehead, then placed her side cheek over his head. Yes, do not be surprised because the position of Gus Bima is currently sitting in an available chair, while Aida is on the bed.

"Why should I apologize? I woke up Aida Kebelet, when I saw Mas Bima was not there. I'm just peeing, Mas." It returns to its original position, not sleep, but sitting. Aida who was anxious pinched her husband's cheek.

"Where's Bima from?" Not yet received an answer from Gus Bima. His bead caught a bag of plastic containing mineral water, bread, and also a packet of rice. Astagfirullah, her husband hasn't eaten yet? What time is it?

"You haven't eaten yet, Mum?"

"Don't worry about me. I can't eat three days either. I'm a strong man." Aida patted Gus Bima's shoulder gently. Her husband was always angry when asked. Sometimes, not often.

"I'm sorry, Mas. Aida was always troublesome and made Mas Bima anxious." His face changed. The girl put on a hard face.

"No Aida. Why do you have to apologize? I'm your husband, it's my job to look after you when you're sick." The man brought Aida's body back to lie down. This time, his stomach did not hurt. Maybe because of the effect of the drug injected in the hose of the infusion and also prescription drugs from the doctor. Alhamdulillahot. At least the girl can smile back.

"Why were you so long ago?" ask after a few minutes of silence.

"What's up?" ask her by raising her eyebrows.

"Therefore ... what is his name ...." Aida fell silent, waiting for Gus Bima's reply. The man's manic looks like he's looking for answers. Ah, he's not good at lying. Two minutes later, the reflexes of his hands scratched at the nape that was not itchy.

"Ah, I've met my friend, Aida. It just so happened that his brother was being treated here as well. Keep talking, I forgot to make it back." Gus Bima smiled awkwardly. The girl looked at her husband with a look of intimidation, a gaze ready to strip.

"You're not lying, are you?" Gus Bima shook his head stiffly. That horror look was able to make him shudder in pain. Gus Bima gulped down a rough saliva. Did the nurse inject the drug wrongly? Like something was different with his wife. Maybe it's just his feelings.

Sorry, Lord, I lied. It's all for Aida. I hope the little wife doesn't know.

***

"Fabiayyi alaa irabbikuma tukadziba." The middle-aged man did not stop reciting the chants of the holy Quran. His hand was not separated from the hand of Mbak Hamida.

"Mrs. Let's go home, Buya rest at home." Mutely. The middle-aged man paid no heed to the words of his son. He went on to chant the beautiful words of the Divine.

Already three times Mas Nabil persuaded his building to go home. Hoping to get a good response, the middle-aged man did not reply in the slightest. Just look at Mas Nabil. His hand continued to hold the hand of Mbak Hamida, not to be separated. Sticky like glue.

The middle-aged woman kissed her daughter's still-covered forehead. Swish pain makes clear liquid decays. It's been over an hour, but Hamida hasn't opened his eyes. When Nyai Zamzamah closed her eyes for a moment, the girl slightly moved her body. He grimaced in pain and before long his nerves gnawed a few times. The bright light from the room's light bulb makes its attention narrow. The girl adjusted to the surroundings.

Nothing he said. Hamida just grimaced in pain. His hand touched his left wrist, which is now wrapped in gauze as a bandage. Realizing this, Mas Nabil stopped the girl's actions.

"Don't touch, let it!" The two of them rarely spoke, almost never since his engagement with Gus Bima failed. Mbak Hamida chose to be indifferent to Mas Nabil, and vice versa. This was the first time that Mas Nabil reawakened his soul as an older brother.

"Hamida is where Buya is?" The girl turned her manic staring fixedly at the face of her first love.

"Hamida's in the hospital." The girl looked at every corner of the room. The infusion hose on his hand? Her wrist hurts. Why get wrapped in gauze? What exactly is going on? The last thing he remembered, the broken glass from his mirror he scratched on his wrist. That'sallthatis. After that, his ears buzzed tight to deafen his eardrums. His gaze was blurry along with the whack of dizziness.

"What actually happened? Why did you hurt yourself?" The man is now speaking. Although a little awkward, but it feels itchy to want to express it.

The girl was silent. The manic seemed reluctant to glance at Mas Nabil's face, even if only for a second. Like not wanting.

Before returning to ask a question, Mas Nabil let out a heavy sigh. Patience. It's just a warm-up, after all the two of them haven't talked to each other for a long time. Did the girl forget how to talk to Mas Nabil?

"Is this because of Bima again?" His attenuation was staring fixedly at Mas Nabil. Why did he mention the man's name? Does Mas Nabil know his feelings are still the same as they were once? Don't you think, mom and umma also know the root of the problem that caused him to desperately injure his wrist?

"Why silence? If you are silent means-"

"Why did Mas Nabil mention that man again? Aren't you not willing? Just face to face does not want to, let alone say his name. Never mind, you don't have to interfere. It's none of your business."

"It's none of my business? You're my sister."

"Sister? Where have you been since Hamida as your sister, Mas?" He rolled his eyes.

"Enough, Hamida. It's like this because I love you. Not just once you try to kill yourself. Twice." The sentence is back.

"First you gulp four at a time headache medicine. Fortunately, God still gives you the opportunity to improve yourself into a better person. Instead of realizing, you're becoming." He gave encouragement even though Hamida was indifferent.

"That's it. Don't advise me. Hamida's a big boy, not a snot boy anymore." The man's patience is running out. He just silently watched his sister's disrespectful treatment to him.

"Yes, you're a big boy, but when do you want to go after the guy who really dumped you? He's Hamida's wife."

"It has. Why are you fighting? Mom doesn't like to see the kids fight." The middle-aged man broke up between his two children. His voice was so firm and slightly elevated. This is what Kyai Musthofa fears, his two children will never get along. Mbak Hamida has a selfish and arrogant nature, while Mas Nabil is loving and always gives up. However, there are times when he is tired of the nature of his sister.

"After this, you came out of the house of Ustaz Nur. Already, don't stay there anymore." Telak. Ma'am Hamida's hands clenched. That man always made her sad. Wrongly? Yeah, he knows. Wrong because he fell in love with a married man. He tried to erase the taste, but it was so difficult. All of this only made him feel tormented. He could go crazy if it went on like this.

"But Mas-"

"You better take care of Buya. He's sick of all this because you're Hamida. Every night she can't sleep because she thinks about you. Buya's heart often relapses it's all because of Hamida." The man vented all the anger and tightness that was on his chest. The clear liquid was shed, he could not contain it anymore.

Did ya? Hamida looked at Kyai Musthofa. The middle-aged man was just silent while being stunned. Wait for. He realized that he was sitting in a wheelchair. What exactly is going on?

"Madz." Kyai Musthofa shook his head and immediately put his hand on Mbak Hamida's palm.

"It's quite Nabil. Don't make your sister burdened. Buya's sick it's all because the mother's old." Instead of defending Mas Nabil, the middle-aged man scolded him back. Kyai Musthofa against Mbak Hamida. To the extent that Kyai Musthofa willingly snapped at Mas Nabil.

"Sleep, Son. You lost so much blood. You just finished a blood transfusion. Must be exhausting." Nyai Zamzamah melted the tense atmosphere. Hugging Hamida. The middle-aged woman shook her head to the two men who were meaningful in her life. Mas Nabil who understood the general signal immediately sighed violently. The man chose to go out. He wanted to find a new atmosphere. At least he can breathe fresh air.

"Nabil, Son." The middle-aged woman had wanted to catch up with her son. He felt sorry to see him being yelled at by Kyai Musthofa. However ....

"Have not been pursued by Umma. Let it. Give him time to calm down. Let him know first." Nyai Zamzamah could not dwell anymore. She would not want to obey her husband. Not to be regarded as an ungodly wife.

I'm your real son here, but why is Hamida so dear to you?

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