NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#101
"Assynolt,"
Attention was drawn to Nyai Mustiani who was standing at the door. Seeing that, Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately rose and approached his mother. He took Nyai Mustiani's hand and sat her down in her seat.
"This is my mother" said Master Izzul Islam. One by one they wake up and greet Nyai Mustiani.
"Where do you want to go?" nyai Mustiani.
"This one, Miss Nyai," said Sulastri pointing towards Fahmi.
"Printers. In the past, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was also as small as you when you went to Java. You will be a great person when you go home" said Nyai Mustiani.
They say amen.
Not felt, their long chatter drove them until the dhuhur time arrived. After checking a few minutes of the room Fahmi will occupy, they leave home.
"I leave my son, Master Teacher," Bagas said as he greeted Mr. Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He grabbed Fahmi's body and grabbed her.
"For sure, sir. Now, I want to invite Fahmi to join the invitation to study in the city of Mataram with other children's students. I make sure, Fahmi will not remember his Father again," said Master Izzul Islam half joking. Everyone present smiled.
Adzan Dhuhur. Escorting Sulastri and the group left the boarding house. Fahmi, who looked no longer moody, was seen getting familiar with the Master Teacher Izzul Islam. He waved his hand at the car.
"Already, Bi Aisyah. Look, Fahmi's just not crying. We have to get Fahmi used to living independently since childhood. This is for his good later," Sulastri said when he saw bi Aisyah crying while continuing to look at Fahmi from inside the car.
"Farida is also mondok ya, ma'am," said Farida who sat on Bagas' lap in the front seat.
"If Farida is ready, Farida can catch up with her sister" Bagas said.
The sun could already be seen after the cloudy morning covered the sky. The cold still feels. Nature looks green as long as the eye can see. Before returning home Sulastri invited them to review the construction site in the Doyan Medaran road area. Construction has gone on fifty percent. Mr. Pratama who he met at the construction site explained that special for restaurants could already be operated if Sulastri had found people who would be placed in the place. Mr. Pratama also explained that promotions about the new tourist attractions had been spread. Just to finish the construction at the location across the river.
From the construction site on the Doyan Medaran road, they continued their journey to the Cempaka road, seeing the house that used to be occupied by Castella and Rianti. At that time he decided, Bagas and Nurul will move tomorrow and immediately occupy the house. According to the results of his conversation with Mr. Sahril by phone last night, there have been about 30 orphans who have been recorded by Mr. Sahril's men. The thirty orphans and abandoned children will also occupy the house tomorrow morning. Rahini and Wahyu will also accompany Bagas to take care of the place. Bu Pratiwi has also expressed his willingness to release Retno for him to place to work at the restaurant on Doyan Medaran road, given Retno's long experience working in the restaurant. The rest, he handed it to Mr. Trianti, the wife of Mr. Sahril, whom he had appointed as the person in charge of the place. Sulastri decided tomorrow morning, the plans he had arranged would be completed all. He had ordered Mr. Pratama to spread the invitation and gather all orphans in the region to attend the inauguration event tomorrow morning, as well as to carry out massive compensation.
From Jalan Cendana, their journey continues to lunch at the restaurant Bu Pratiwi, as well as to tell Retno to start work tomorrow morning. For a while, the food menu will be provided and supplied from the restaurant of Bu Pratiwi, as well as the provision for eating orphans invited to the inauguration tomorrow morning. Bu Pratiwi ordered all employees to overtime later tonight to prepare for tomorrow. He looks happy. The cooperation with Sulastri was very beneficial to him.
About two o'clock more, after finishing eating and praying dhuhur, Sulastri invited them home.
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Shoots of tabebuya leaves look green in the courtyard of the mansion. The verdant rice spread filled the view. So also with the trees that grow on the river bank not far from the house. The cloud began to close the sky. The air started to blow cold. Sulastri ordered Mr. Bayan to open wide the gate of the house, so that he could see the view of the verdant rice fields in front of him as he sat on the terrace of his house. Farida looks not excited to play a bicycle in the yard even though Rahima has brought him Rayhan as his playmate. Farida is used to playing with Fahmi. He looks uninspired.
Suastri. Along with that, her tears flowed. Farewell is something that must happen in this world. That's what he wants to instill in his children. They don't have to stay together. They have to learn to separate from each other. They should get used to the separation. Until when it comes to the actual parting, when death has come, they will only shed a few tears and realize that separation is a must. What is currently owned will eventually be abandoned.
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The residence of Master Izzul Islam...
Because the rain is too heavy, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam does not lead the prayer of this maghrib congregation. He, Nyai Mustiani, Abdul Khalik, and two other santri prayed in a private mushalla in his house.
After finishing the prayer, the three students left and left him alone with Nyai Mustiani.
Master Izzul Islam turned his body and faced towards Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam kissed Nyai Mustiani's hand. A gentle kiss landed on the forehead of Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom, I have something to say. I must be happy, because this is related to something that I always ask," said Master Izzul Islam began the conversation.
Nyai Mustiani raised both eyebrows. He looked curious and curious.
"Oh yeah? What a problem is that, son." Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"About my marriage,"
The look on Nyai Mustiani's face changed instantly. A smile on his lips.
"Alhamdulillah, finally I have a grandson too" said Nyai Mustiani.
"No, Ma. The wedding is not yet, how to discuss grandchildren," said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani smiled. He held both hands of Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom's kidding, son. Come on, tell mom who the lucky girl is" Nyai Mustiani said excitedly.
"I don't have to tell her because I saw her,"
"Have seen it?" Nyai Mustiani frowned. He looked into the eyes of Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom doesn't understand. All this time mom was just at home. All I see is our santri and khadam, bi Masyitoh and Maysaroh. But you can't marry one of them" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam bowed his head. Her mother's words made her laugh.
"Come, Mom. Remembering again. Clearly not the residents of this house. Nor among santriwati. Maybe our guests,"
"Our guest?" Nyai Mustiani raised her head. His eyes glanced here and there, trying to remember. He was really curious about the puzzle that his son gave him, but he did not want to give up. The women he had seen coming to his house were few and he felt sure to remember one by one of them.
Nyai Mustiani smiled. It was as if he had found the answer.