Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
Hamida

..."Because the love of thorns becomes roses because the love of vinegar incarnates fresh wine."...

..._Jalaludin Rumi_'s...

The night is waking up. Just like the girl with the light blue robe, her neutrality would not be closed. A few hours ago, my mother and father decided to go home because of something that could not be represented. With a heavy heart he had to leave his only daughter who was lying sick. It's okay, there's still tomorrow. Aida is sure her parents will return.

"It's night. You better sleep Aida." Aida put on a face. He's not sleepy. He was trying to close his eyes. However, every shock of his neutrality seemed to rebel. The attenuation is wide open again. Ah, maybe this is all because he slept too long this afternoon.

"Aida can't sleep, Mom." The man smiled. Inversely with Aida. The man could not resist the sleepiness. The manicure felt so heavy and could not be held back. However, if it wasn't her who else would have been looking after Aida. Umi Salamah had gone to bed first after Mother Aisyah and Father Zulkifli came home.

"You go to sleep first." Gus Bima flinched. As she fell into the abyss, she gasped when Aida's hand accidentally nudged her husband's arm.

Right now the Netra Gus Bima was like being given a splash of chili powder, poignant. Every now and then he yawns, actually holding back from yawning in front of Aida. However, he really could not bear it. He wanted to close his eyes for five minutes.

"Mas is already sleepy Aida. If I sleep, how do you?" His face is so sad. Under the eyes of Gus Bima was like a panda, slightly dark brown in color.

"Sleep. Aida is fine. If Aida feels pain, I'll wake Mas Bima." The girl ruffled her husband's hair. Aida amusedly saw her husband who would repeatedly fall because he was holding back sleepiness. Yes, the man propped his chin with his right hand.

"really? Promise, yes." Aida nodded even though the girl knew that her husband had closed his eyes. So why does the man keep talking? Ah, her husband is just there. So, this is the story of Gus Bima half-conscious?

Unable to see her husband sleep in such a position, Aida suddenly brought the head of Gus Bima to lie on his stomach. She occasionally stroked the top of her husband's head. Just this time he was attentive towards Gus Bima, the last time when he hurt his heart. Remembering that made Aida even more guilty. That day, to this day, became a burden to him.

"Why do you stay good even if I repeatedly hurt you?" The girl spoke to herself. Aida still can't fall asleep. The girl looked around the corner of the room. Silence, there is no noise like at home. Usually this hour many santri who busy themselves with teaching, murojaah, lalaran greeting, and so forth. Ah, Aida misses the atmosphere of the house. When did he come home? A day in the hospital does not do any activities make Aida saturated.

The girl breathed a heavy sigh. Every second Aida heard the sound of a hospital bed or wheelchair in and out of the room. Whether it is a new patient, patients who are allowed to go home, and patients who go home only carry names and also bodies. Every day he heard the broken cries of his abandoned relatives. Will it be like that too? Aida doesn't like pain, she wants to get well soon. But can it?

"For now I have not been able to give a diagnosis to patients, but from several examinations that have been done .. patients have acute hepatitis."

Aida remembered the words of the doctor who handled it. Is it true that he has acute hepatitis? When do the lab results come out? Divine, Aida felt very scared. Every time he closed his eyes, the shadow of death haunted him. Every time she looked at Gus Bima, Aida wanted to spill all the sadness she felt on her husband.

Aida was afraid that you would dump me when you found out about the lab results tomorrow.

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"Hamida was sad every time he saw Mas Bima and Aida together. I should have been in Aida's position, not another woman."

"For God's sake, Buya. Hamida still loves Bima. That feeling hasn't changed."

"Mas Bima why choose another woman while I am her best friend from childhood?"

"Hamida loved Mas Bima a long time ago. Why did he reject my love? Why is it so hard to divide hearts with Hamida?"

"Hamida asked only one of Ustaz Nur. Hamida is ready to be the second wife of Mas Bima, the important thing is that Hamida can always be with Mas Bima."

"Astagfirulagalazi. Why are you talking like that Hamida? There's no way Abi told Bima to marry you, she already has a wife." Ustaz Nur is putting on her hair in frustration. Mbak Hamida's confession made his body tremble. He did not expect that the girl still had a taste for her son. In fact, the purpose of Mbak Hamida staying at his house is to be able to always be close to Gus Bima. He also wanted to make their hand home fall apart in various ways.

Kyai Musthofa aligned her body with Ustaz Nur. Is correct. He is no longer in a wheelchair. His condition gradually improved. In fact, his chest no longer felt pain. Suddenly silent atmosphere. Lousy. The nights in the hospital are different from the atmosphere of the boarding school.

"On behalf of Hamida, I apologize Ustaz." His essence was fixed on that sad face. His hand held a coffee cup that was still emitting smoke. His gaze was glaring at the floor. He was both disappointed and ashamed of his daughter's attitude.

Ustaz Nur menulum smile knot. His hand was raised and held Kyai Musthofa's arm. "It's okay, Kyai. Already, forget it." Their beads look at each other. A few minutes later, their lips rubbed against each other with such a perfect knotty smile.

"Don't take too much of Kyai's heart. I understand Hamida's feelings. I should have apologized to Kyai Musthofa and Nyai Zamzamah." Kyai Musthofa shook his head quickly. Don'tdon't. He does not want the relationship between them to be tenuous and awkward just because of an arranged marriage without being based on love.

They should forget everything that was past. About a soul mate, a divine secret that cannot be forced, right? Someone once said, the longest worship is marriage. How can they insist if the worship they will live until death separates.

"The plan, once Hamida is healed, I'll bring him back, Ustaz." Ustaz Nur was shocked. Why take it home? She thought of him as her own daughter. He loves Hamida already.

"Why Kyai?" tanyakanya. Kyai Musthofa was silent again. He chose to be silent, not to answer questions from Ustaz Nur.

"I'm ashamed Ustaz .. shy. The daughter I was proud of turned out to be justifying every means to destroy her childhood best friend's household." After a few minutes of silence, Kyai Musthofa replied. Actually, Ustaz Nur was angry when he first heard the words of Mbak Hamida. However, he remembered Aida's innocent face. His anger. I don't know what happened, like there was a gust of wind cooling his heart. Ustaz Nur became weary and pity.

"Why should I be ashamed? Hamida is not like that because of his will. It just burns with jealous fire. Naturally Kyai, if-"

"No, Ustaz. He's been overdoing it. Don't be too defended. The regret in my life is overindulging it. In fact, my own biological child I never pamper." Ustaz Nur frowned, he squinted one eye. A real-life? Hamida's mom is also a real child, right? Why was the middle-aged man's words so ambiguous?

"Ah, ti-no Ustaz. Astagfirullah, my words have come out." The man smiled awkwardly. Like something was hidden from him. Ustaz Nur actually wanted to inquire further, but should not. It must be Kyai Musthofa keeping it a secret from others. I don't want anyone to know other than my family.

"Hamida just stay home, Kyai." Ustaz Nur melted the atmosphere. Kyai Musthofa did not speak much afterwards. Only a faint smile was his response.

Their conversation was over there. A man in a black leather jacket approached Kyai Musthofa and brought him back, leaving him alone. The man left after kissing the back of Ustaz Nur's palm. Although he hated Gus Bima, Mas Nabil could not forget the manners of people older than him.

A real-life? Means what Kyai meant earlier was Nabil his biological son. Although ....

Ustaz Nur is still thinking about the words Kyai Musthofa accidentally said. Ah, so ambiguous. His head was dizzy from thinking too hard about it.

Astagfirulagalazi.

Ustaz Nur rubbed part of his face. The middle-aged man moved and then went towards where Aida was being treated. It was very late, surely the girl had fallen asleep. It's okay, because the pesantren cottage business just finished ba'da magrib, Ustaz Nur so just can visit his favorite daughter-in-law now. No one else can take over the affair, given that Gus Bima must be focusing on the health of his wife.

His steps down every corridor of the hospital while doing zikr. The beads in his hands were unceasingly rolled one by one. His watch only showed exactly ten o'clock, but it was like a dead city. No one walks out of the inpatient room. Ah, everyone must have rested.

From behind the window, Ustaz Nur could see Aida being closed. Gus Bima and Umi Salamah. Ustaz Nur slowly opened the door of the room, not wanting to wake Aida or the others. He walked closer. When he saw Aida's face, the middle-aged man slightly tapped his heart. He realized that Aida was a little thinner than usual. Under his eyes was dark brown.

Ustaz Nur clasped his son-in-law's hand. Aida moved a little, probably because the middle-aged man's hand felt cold. How could he forget, there was not an hour he entered the room. His hands must have been cold because he had been outside for too long. It was cold tonight, not as usual.

"Pig." The baritone voice with a slight hoarseness shocked Ustaz Nur. He was slightly edged and his heart instantly seemed to stop beating. Like being caught committing a crime.

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