Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Early Truth

..."An umbrella will not be able to stop the rain, but it is able to protect us from the rush of rain. Just like prayer, it cannot spare us the test of life, but it can strengthen us to face the test."...

..._Heaven at Pelupuk Mata_...

The night sky peeked through the hospital window that the curtains were deliberately not closed Gus Bima. The girl who asked for it, wanted to see the beautiful moonlight. His condition was still the same, only lying on the bed with a few hoses attached to part of his body. Bored of? Sure, the girl missed the atmosphere of the house.

Tonight, the middle-aged woman came to bring her favorite fried rice. He deliberately brought it, because it was likely that Aida was bored with hospital food and missed home cooking. The middle-aged woman with the instant robe veil thrust a spoon at Aida. Repeatedly until without the taste of fried rice is only half of the lunch box.

Umi Salamah smiled happily, this time her daughter-in-law did not refuse to eat because from the moment she entered the hospital, Aida always refused. His stomach aches and nausea if food is included. However, at this time the pain has begun to decrease even though sometimes it is still painful.

Right on the bribe that somehow, Aida shook her head with her mouth still full of food. His stomach was thick, he was full. Since she was sick, Aida could not eat too much. If forced, he will vomit. Alright, Umi Salamah will not force. At least, Aida's stomach was filled with a little food. By looking at the appetite of his son-in-law back though not completely enough to make Umi Kulthum smile knot. He did not escape to tidy up his hamdalah.

"Want a drink?" Aida nodded. His throat feels so dry. It's like being in a desert. Umi Salamah brought her daughter-in-law a glass of warm water. Like Gus Bima's message, to give Aida warm water if she feels thirsty.

Actually the girl was not used to drinking warm water. However, her husband knew what was best for her. Therefore, Aida obeyed what Gus Bima said. He also wanted to get used to drinking warm water. It doesn't feel so strange. Just as bland as mineral water in general. He should like it, right?

"Slowly." Umi Salamah held the glass. Aida sipped mineral water up the toilet. The middle-aged woman smiled again for the umpteenth time. His pink lips were tasting his hamdalah. In the same minute, Umi Salamah put the glass back on the table.

He sat down and held Aida's hand. Not long after, from behind the door was seen a man in a white shirt with a black glove of boxes and a new black peci back from the musholla. Yes, the man a few minutes ago said goodbye to Aida to perform isy’ prayers. He remembered the prayers of two rakaat nights which became the beginning of the strange thump that whack his chest. The prayer that led her to Aida opened her eyes to understand the true meaning of love.

The man approached Aida. Before sitting down, do not forget the ritual that he always did at home when returning from prayer congregation in the mosque. Did any of you know that? Is correct. Gus Bima never missed kissing his wife's forehead. Actually Aida was embarrassed because Umi Salamah saw the action of her husband. However, this is natural because they are currently halal in the sacred bonds of red threads. There's nothing to be ashamed of, right? The same thing will certainly be done by the husband out there for his wife.

"Have you finished eating?" Aida nodded. At the moment the girl is not wearing a headscarf. Gus Bima stroked the top of his wife's head.

"How, does his stomach still hurt?" He said it after sitting on the chair beside the bed. Seats are available for families waiting for hospitalization patients.

"It only hurts a little, but it doesn't feel as painful as the initial time of hospital admission." Aida held her husband's hand tightly. For this full day, Aida felt very calm because Gus Bima was always beside her.

"Mas." After a long silence. Aida is back. Netra Aida is back in tears.

"What's wrong?" His voice was so soft, soothing.

"Aida misses Mother. Why didn't you go see Aida? Is Mommy angry because Aida never visited or just asked her how she was doing?" Astagfirulagalazi. Ah, yes. How could he forget Mother Ayesha and Father Zulkifli. So anxious and confused, he forgot not to tell if their daughter is currently in hospital. He seems to be an ungodly son-in-law. However, both Aida and Gus Bima have rarely visited them lately. Not unwilling, but the problems in her household made Aida forget everything.

"Astagfirulagalazi. I forgot to tell Mother and-"

"Asalamualaikum, Aida." A middle-aged woman with a dusty pink robe, even her fancifully match her robe stood in the doorway. His face looks sad. His steps slowly brought Mother Aisyah to his favorite daughter.

"Why did you get into the hospital?" Mother Aisha could not hide her tears anymore. The middle-aged woman tightly hugged her daughter's body. Long time no news, once reported he found his daughter lying weak in the hospital.

Gus Bima went up and approached Zulkifli's father who was standing behind his wife. He rubbed his father-in-law's palm and kissed the back of his palm. While Umi Salamah only cupped his palms in front of his chest while nodding once to his iron.

"Where did you know Aida was sick?" Aida broke that hug. He looked up and looked at the face of his mother. For a long time he had not seen a face with fine lines because it was eaten that age. His face is so soothing.

"Mom told them." Umi Salamah chimed in while maintaining a friendly smile. Everyone's attention was fixed on the middle-aged woman standing beside Aida.

"Yes, Umi Salamah told mommy. After you get the news that you are sick. Mother immediately quickly bring your father here. What are you sick with?" Mother Aisyah welds the clear traces of her daughter. The middle-aged woman repeatedly kissed Aida's cheeks which were no longer as round as before. Looks like he's a currant.

"Just get tired Mother." Aida answered him first. He didn't want to make his mother worry. He knows, the womb of his life is a person who always carries a feeling and is too excessive if this concerns the health of his daughter. Even though Aida knows all the parents out there will do the same thing.

Aida dropped her gaze on Gus Bima's bead. In the second minute, the girl shook her head slightly, preventing her husband from telling the truth to both of her parents. A second later, his attention again looked at the face of the source of happiness in front of him with a knotty smile.

"Aida misses Mother very much."

"What's up, Umi?" tanyanya confusion. Sometimes he glanced inside from the window.

"You better not tell Aida's true condition to her parents. Umi was afraid they would worry. Granted, we'd better be honest, but wait for the right time." The man did not answer, but remained silent for a moment. It is like trying to digest the words spoken generally. However, only a few minutes later he nodded with a faint smile. He just understood his meaning. What Umi Salamah said is true. He should hide Aida's condition first. Knowing Aida was hospitalized was enough.

***

"Because the wound is deep enough, the patient loses a lot of blood. The patient must have a blood transfusion. Right now we need a donor for the patient, because the blood type of the patient in the blood bank of this hospital is empty." Telak. The doctor's explanation was like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight. Blood donation? How about this, he should find someone with blood type O where else?

Wait for. Why did the middle-aged man have to painstakingly search for a donor? Why not himself, Nyai Zamzamah or Mas Nabil? Among them must have the same blood type as Mbak Hamida.

“Sorry, Doctor. Our blood does not match the patient.” Nabil is now speaking. His words sounded ambiguous in the doctor's ear. Not same? How could?

"Give me time to find a donor. One hour." He continued his unfinished sentence. Where else should I find a donor? During this time, the one Kyai Musthofa feared finally happened.

"alright, immediately. Otherwise, the patient's life is not helped. We'll also try to find the patient's blood type in another blood bank." Mas Nabil noticed it by nodding his head.

Rabb, where should I find a donor?

"Nabil, who had been afraid of this, finally happened. Where do you want to find a donor, son?" Kyai Musthofa slightly shook Mas Nabil's arm. The middle-aged man was back. He's really desperate.

If their blood type is different from Hamida's. Means ... Is the girl not their biological child?

"Let Nabil think. Do not make this a burden for Buya and Umma. There is Nabil. Nabil will find a donor for Hamida. Promise, Mom." Nabil calmed his house again. He repeatedly rubbed the middle-aged man's cold palms.

The man was afraid that his heart would relapse. He did not want to lose the most precious figure in his life for the second time he was not ready. Astagfirullah, his mind so raved everywhere. He shouldn't have thought about it.

"An umbrella will not stop the rain, but it will protect us from the torrent of rain. Just like prayer, it cannot spare us the test of life, but it can strengthen us to face it." Mas Nabil's Wejangan made Kyai Musthofa and Nyai Zamzamah stop crying. Astagfirullahalazim, what Mas Nabil said is true. These tears should not have been shed. Every problem has a way out. It is impossible for the Creator to give a test, but not to give a way out.

"God will not burden a person except according to his ability. Buya still remembers? Buya always said the same thing to Nabil with those words." Mercifully. Kyai Musthofa calmed down. I don't know what happens if there's no Mas Nabil. Nyai Zamzamah will definitely be confused.

What Mas Nabil said is true. Allah does not burden a man except according to his own power. Is it not written in the Quran? Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala says in Qur’an Surat Al-Baqarah Verse 286 :

"God does not burden a person except according to his ability. He got the reward (of virtue) he worked for and he got the punishment (of evil) he did. (They prayed): O our Lord, do not punish us if we forget or we are wrong. Our Lord, do not burden us with a heavy burden, as You have burdened those before us. Our Lord, do not give us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us and mercy us. You are our Helper, so help us against the disbelievers." (QS. Al-Baqarah: 286).

Not wanting to waste any more time, Mas Nabil left after saying goodbye. Time is precious to him now. People say time is gold. Is correct. He only has a little time. It would be nice if he moved fast.

"Kyai Musthofa." Reverie's scum. Kyai Musthofa was surprised not to play when he felt a hand was patting his shoulder. At the same minute, he looked back.

"Ustaz Nur." Smile is back. The middle-aged man always smiled even though he was sad. He did not want to make others anxious when he saw his condition.

"Kyai Musthofa what are you doing here? Are any of Kyai's relatives sick?" Ustaz Nur sat in a chair, not far from Kyai Musthofa, who was also in a wheelchair.

"Hamid, Ustaz." Telak. Ustaz Nur widened at once shocked instead of playing. Hamida's? Is his hearing in trouble? As he recalled when he took Aida to the hospital, Hamida was fine. Why did he find the girl in the hospital? O Lord, no one knows your trials can come at any time. Not knowing time.

"Abi Nur." A soft voice from behind seized all the views. They all looked at the source of the voice. The figure of the girl in pajamas wrapped in gauze bandages on her wrist stood in the doorway with a face that was still limp and slightly pale.

Silent. No one opens their voice. Their manik face each other staring at Mbak Hamida.

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