A Thousand Flowers
Chapters 6. Mysterious Creature

Izzah raised the twig carefully. Justright. A beautiful butterfly was squeezed beneath him.

"Can a butterfly really talk?" ask Izzah in your heart.

"How is that possible?"

Slowly Izzah lifted the butterfly and placed it on his left palm. How shocked Izzah was when he saw the shape of the butterfly. It was no ordinary butterfly. The wings are so big and beautiful. Blue, decorated with white spots arranged to form flowers. The edges are surrounded by a golden yellow color coated with chocolate.

But it is not the beauty of the wings that makes the heart of Izzah seem to jump out of his body, but the body of the butterfly. The butterflies are human. Yes, a beautiful woman.

Seeing that suddenly reminded Izzah of the story of Mariposa the Butterfly Fairy. He thought it only existed in the story, it turned out to be true in the real world. Izzah found it hard to believe what he saw.

”Maybe this is a dream,” Inner Izzah.

“Ah no, I did not sleep,” whispered again.

“Did I start hallucinating because I was too tired,” asked confused.

“Aaaargh.”

Izzah rubbed his eyes with his right hand. Closing it for a moment before finally reopening it.

“Aw!”

Izzah grimaced as he involuntarily pinched his own cheek. The creature was apparently still sitting sweetly on the palm of Izzah's hand. Staring gently. His lips smiled amusedly at Izzah's behavior.

“It turns out I was not dreaming and nor was I hallucinating,” Izzah muttered.

The sight of the butterflies was fixed. Her face is really pretty. Her skin is white and smooth. She wore a hijab in line with the color of her wings. Wait, a veiled butterfly? Izzah has never heard of it. Try remembering. Suddenly he remembered the contents of a book he had read. About the supernatural.

“Does this butterfly belong to a type of winged jin who likes to steal news from the sky?” ask Izzah to yourself.

However, the female butterfly in front of her was wearing a hijab. Means the type that has received the guidance of Islam dong.

Izzah looked back at the beautiful butterfly. Watching the clothes in more detail. Everything is blue. The hemisphere of the trouser skirt worn by the beautiful butterfly decorated with beautiful embroidery in the form of a series of roses. At the front of the skirt is embroidered a sprig of white lotus blooming along with the leaves. The darker blue color of the lower skirt gives the impression as if the lotus flower floats on the surface of the lake water. Real beautiful. Makes Izzah amazed.

“I Syifa. You who?” that small, self-introducing voice restored Izzah's consciousness.

“A-I Izzah,” replied Izzah stammered, mentioning his name. His lips tried to singleness smile, returning Syifa's sweet smile.

“You okay? How's your foot?” ask Izzah to worry.

Izzah spoke in a soft tone, barely even whispering. Syifa revealed the trouser skirt she was wearing. His two white feet were smooth. There were bruises on his shins and calves.

“Looks like your feet need to be compressed,” continued Izzah, reached into his jacket pocket looking for a handkerchief.

“No need,” prevent Syifa.

Stamped his right palm on each bruise. It's magical! The bruise slowly began to fade. Izzah gawked in amazement at her.

In his heart he said,” Waah, it turns out to be true yes .. Allah gives an advantage to the nation of jinn that humans do not have.”

Syifa just smiled looking at Izzah's facial expression.

“May Allah repay with more kindness.”

“Sama-sama. The servants of God should help each other. Thank you also for the prayer,” replied Izzah, just as sincere.

“Give me your hand!” pinta Syifa, know-know already standing in the palm of Izzah.

Although he did not understand Syifa's purpose, Izzah also extended his hand. Syifa welcomed Izzah's hand. Put it on his tiny left palm. His right hand was placed on the palm of Izzah. Be the hand of Izzah now flanked by two tiny hands.

As their palms clashed against each other, Izzah felt a cool stream flow from Syifa's hand to his fingers and continued to spread to the center of his palm. Gathered there, then slowly moved into his arms and continued to spread throughout his body.

Cold and warm weather alternately crawling Izzah's body. Syifa let go of Izzah's hand just as the flow of air in Izzah's body came to a halt. However, Izzah still felt the air circling in the center of his palm before finally completely stopping and leaving such a light feeling there. For a moment Izzah rubbed his fingers, feeling his own palm. Half couldn't believe what he had just experienced.

“What was that?” Izzah asked a little dazed.

Syifa smiled. “Healing energy,” tell. “Use it wisely! Remember that! A servant is only required to do his best and try his maximum. However, the final decision remains in the hands of the Creator Almighty, the determinant of all destiny.”

Izzah was stunned to hear Syifa's message.

“It's time for me to go home,” Syifa said startling Izzah as she floated right in front of her face.

“Go home? Where?” ask Izzah.

“Valley of flowers,” replied Syifa.

Izzah frowned. His face was full of question marks.

“In the Land of a Thousand Flowers,” continued Syifa, as if to understand what Izzah was thinking.

“Negeri A Thousand Flowers?” Izzah repeated Syifa's words slowly.

His eyes turned, trying to remember as if he had heard the name of the land Syifa had just mentioned, but? When's? Ah, Izzah was unable to summon his memories of that place.

“I think I should recover my strength immediately. Being trapped under that branch really made me weak. Of course I need food and drinks now,” Syifa said again with a laugh. Trying to melt the atmosphere to eliminate the confusion of Izzah.

And sure enough, Izzah quickly regained his senses. Hurry up he took the backpack. However, Syifa stopped him before Izzah had time to issue provisions.

“Not necessary. I just have to get home. I need nectar in large quantities,” continued Syifa.

“Ah yes, stupid me. Syifa is a butterfly. Of course she needs flowers, not the snacks I brought.”

Izzah cursed himself. Realizing that he felt embarrassed and scratched his non-itchy head. Syifa laughed amusedly while covering her mouth with her two tiny hands.

“Goodbye, Izzah. Take good care of yourself! Hopefully next time we can meet again. Assalamu’alaikum.” Syifa airs with both beautiful wings. As fast as lightning disappeared in space, it fused with the blue sky that morning.

“Happy way, Syifa. Good luck getting home. Wa’alaikumussalam.” Izzah waved until Syifa's figure was no longer recorded by his eyes.

Ihsan watched all Izzah's behavior without making a sound because he did not want Izzah to realize his existence.

“Likeya Izzah talking to someone. Wh who? Why don't I see it? Or ... does Izzah have a mental disorder that likes to talk alone? Ah ... no, no. That's not possible. Thenwhat? O Izzaaaah .. You are really full of mystery and drive me crazy.” Ihsan is having a dialogue with herself. It looks like he's crazy .. hahaha. Aissh ... rushed Ihsan following Izzah and Fadhil.

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