Heaven In The Eye Pelupuk
You're My Wife, Aida.

..."Every punishment from God is pure justice and every pleasure from Him is pure compassion."...

..._Commen Taymiyah_...

The sparkling stars and bright moon can dispel the dark night sky. The atmosphere this time was not too crowded or quiet, even as breezy as the night wind was not as cold as usual. The clear-eyed girl with a little thin powder polish made her face more beautiful. Ah, no doubt, not wearing powder alone Aida looks so beautiful natural. In front of her dresser mirror, Aida never took her eyes off the big mirror in front of her. Moreover, occasionally Aida hummed while combing her hair that was not too long. It seemed, the girl's heart was blossoming. Repeatedly, Aida smiled at the large mirror before her. Ah no, her cheeks are starting to blush.

"Do I have to add a little lipstick to cover this pallor?" He spoke to himself as he patted his cheek. Oh no, why would he be so embarrassed like this?

"No need to wear powder, you're already very pretty Aida." The girl was aghast until her originally closed eyelids now widened, perfectly rounded. From the mirror before him, he could stare at the image of a man who had been filling the void of Aida's imagination. The girl stoned, fused with the silence of the night.

The two palms holding onto Aida's shoulder made her heart hammer. Silenced, all the dictionaries in his brain like a breath carried by the wind. Is it because of that touch?

"Mas Bima's. Why not knock on the door first? Aida doesn't wear a veil." His forehead frowned slightly after crashing a few times. Aida immediately took the veil not far from her, but the hand stopped her. For a moment, their beads clashed against each other, so close that Aida was able to clearly see the cornea of her husband's eye. The look that always kept him calm.

"There is no need for Aida, you are my wife, it is not a sin to show the law in front of her own husband." His heart was touched by the sentence thrown by Gus Bima. Slowly, the clear liquid began to pool, filling the void on Aida's beautiful netra. His vision turned blurry as part of his attention was covered in a transparent liquid.

One by one her tears could not be dammed, darting far past Aida's cheeks. However, that palm quickly held onto Aida's nenetes tears. Like the ground that becomes a mat of falling rain. The man raised his palm which contained a drop of his wife's tears. Floating in the air right in front of Aida.

"Over time I say. Don't let those tears shed from my shady eyelids. Do you know Aida?" The sentence paused and slightly floated in the air. His breath was like restrained, his chest felt tight. Not much was said by Aida, the ayu girl did not budge.

"When you're sad and shed tears, that's where my heart feels like it's being slashed by thousands of razors. Bemoan. I don't want to ..The paradise we have built together is so easily destroyed and collapsed just by a single tear." Gus Bima welds a soft transparent trail that begins to dry on Aida's cheeks. Heart's full. Even with a whirring pain that radiates through every inch of his veins.

"After all, do you still want to cry or go to dinner?" For so long both were silent, now the man melted the atmosphere. Aida nodded in response to her husband's question.

The man stepped out by leaving his wife who was still blushing in her original place. He did not change his position much. As Gus Bima completely disappeared from before her, Aida immediately brought her hot-starting face to her palms. She was ashamed, really embarrassed.

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The sound of the speed of the car chasing each other. Behind the windshield, a girl with shady eyes stared wistfully at the view outside the window. The glittering lights and the crowds of street vendors make the night look so special. Not infrequently seen with a pair of husband and wife who were eating together on the sidewalk without shame. Now, his hope is only a mere wishful thinking. Aida snorted an annoyed breath as well as her crossed hands on the chest. Along the way, the girl did not say much. Choosing a mute blend with the sound of vehicle tires colliding with each other on the asphalt.

The man with a gray shirt combined with a silver watch looks focused forward driving a favorite pajero car. Same with Aida, the man didn't say much. Only a glance of eyes was fixed on Aida through the small glass in front of her. Ah, naw. More precisely, the man was stealing a glance.

"I'm sorry." Same. The girl chose indifferently. Don't answer, just look at her husband's face like Aida's unwilling. Divine, what exactly has the man done to make Aida ride the apoplexy and choose silence?

Gus Bima let out a long sigh, his attention was now back on the stretch of road ahead. Every now and then the netra stared at each side of the sidewalk. Perhaps, from one of the street food carts, there was a food capable of changing Aida's mood. Now, a cloud of cloud cover and cover Aida's whole heart, there is no light or rainbow in it.

"Ah, that. Do you want a martabak?" Now Aida heeds her husband's question with a headband. Do not forget the beautiful netra who turned to the martabak cart appointed by her husband. Gus Bima again sighed tiredly. So what does the girl really want?

"How about meatballs? Don't you like Aida's meatballs so much?" Aida shook her head back as fast as lightning. Seeing no response from his wife made Gus Bima scratch the nape that did not itch. Why do women always confuse men? Is it that hard for a man to guess a woman's heart?

Before he spoke again, Gus Bima let out a long sigh while closing his eyes. Feeling that his mood had returned to calm and normal, the man returned to his wife with a faint smile. "What do you want, honey?" Aida snorted annoyedly by frowning making her eyebrows fuse together. The look of intimidation seemed to be ready to wield the enemy before him with a sword.

Just by looking at Aida's face made Gus Bima shudder in pain. Oh God, his choice to offer some food choices seems to be a big one. He should not have woken up the slumbering female tiger. It is the same as challenging death. The pretext of wanting to get away from the steep ravine, now he himself was mired into a deep abyss.

"Aida was angry with Bima." Aida turned her gaze forward with her pursed lips two inches ahead of usual. Don't forget his crossed hands just like a little boy who was angry with his mother for not buying a lollipop.

Getting angry? What caused Aida to get angry to the point of silencing Gus Bima? There is no smoke without fire, right? Wasn't she a few hours ago blushing shyly in front of her dresser mirror? But why has his mood changed? Women are hard to guess. Full of a myriad of mysteries, even the words spoken from her sweet lips.

"All right, I'm sorry. I confess all this is purely my fault."

"If only Mas Bima was not too late, maybe we could still eat at that place earlier." Now he put on a clear face while looking forward. The man looked back at his sad face and withered his wife. No. gabe. Gus Bima felt like the most evil man because it made Aida sad.

"Afwan, Aida. Next time I won't repeat it. Besides soon there will be guests who will visit the boarding school." Aida can't keep going like this. He should be able to lower his ego for a moment. Dinner outside or just a plate at home does not make a difference, right? Harmony in the household that Aida had always wanted.

Before answering, Aida closed her eyes while chanting the istigfar much in her heart. For a moment, the girl was trying to neutralize her unfounded mood. Over and over again he took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. After feeling normal, Aida opened her eyes and gave a big smile to her husband. The smile that had always been Aida's trademark. "It's okay, Mom. Next time only. Dinner at home with Aida's side dishes is much more delicious."

Gus Bima chuckled, then, that hand raised ruffled Aida's veil. The girl turned back to pursing her lips. However, not long after that ayu face carved a beautiful smile that made Gus Bima do the same thing. This time, it was not the delicious food he had, but rather the valuable lessons in life that made him realize the ego he had to control.

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