NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#102/Apply Sulastri
"Mother sure, the woman you are referring to must be her son Tuan Guru Lalu Satria, Si.., what her name is..," Nyai Mustiani patted her forehead trying to remember the name of the woman she was trying to remember.
"Ee...," Nyai Mustiani was visibly upset because she couldn't even name a name that seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. Master Izzul Islam can only smile. He accidentally didn't tell his mother.
"Baiq Miftahul Hafizah" said Nyai Mustiani as she pointed her index finger at Master Izzul Islam so cheerfully. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled as he shook his head.
"It's not him, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam. The look on Nyai Mustiani's face changed. Again he scrunched his forehead. He sighs.
"Only she's ever seen and come to this house. If not him, who else?" ask Nyai Mustiani.
"Remememembered again, Mom,"
Nyai Mustiani gave a rough sigh.
"Ah, stop. You can't play guessing like this." Nyai Mustiani looked at Master Guru Izzul Islam's face pouting. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He held both of his mother's hands.
"If I say our guest just left, how," said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani was silent. He began to read Nyai Mustiani's face. His eyeballs Mustiani to and fro staring at the face of Master Izzul Islam. He was silent for quite a while. Like trying to recall the faces of the guests who had come to visit.
"You mean, the two women who had lodged the child?what's his son's name, ee.., that Fahmi,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He nodded his head.
"You mean the woman who sits at the very end?" nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"No, Ma. All I'm talking about is Fahmi's mother,"
Nyai Mustiani looks shocked. His eyes turned sharp. He removed the hand of Master Izzul Islam from his hand.
"What the fuck are you Izzul. People are still married want you to marry," said Nyai Mustiani angry. Seeing his mother angry, Master Izzul Islam immediately calmed his mother.
"Mom, they're divorced. She came with her ex-husband just to comfort Fahmi who was going to mondok," said Master Izzul Islam trying to explain. Nyai Mustiani shakes her head. He still does not accept.
"That's right, Izzul. Even though they were divorced, the woman already had a child. He is also older than you. I'm sure she's about the same age as Mom. Even if the mother is older, it may only be a year or two away. Never mind, you're looking for something else. I agree you are married to Baiq Miftahul Hafizah only. More clearly the origin," said Nyai Mustiani. He lifted his body to wake up. Seeing that, Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately held his hand, trying to restrain him. He looked at Nyai Mustiani with a fond look.
"Please shut up, Mom. There are many things that I need to explain to my mother" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani looked at him. He sighed long. His eyes still look unhappy.
"Mother's word, mother will accept whatever the result of my palace. I'm sure ma'am. She was a woman who appeared four times in my dreams. Please, don't worry about me with your refusal, ma'am." Master Izzul Islam holds tightly the hand of Nyai Mustiani. The look on Nyai Mustiani's face began to weaken. He sighed softly.
"Mom, every night my ablution' keeps on connecting so that I sleep in a state of holiness. Before going to bed, I never miss reading the Qur'an and praying to the Prophet. Every night, even before people call me Master Teacher. I obey you, Mom. But I also obeyed God's guidance through my dreams. Regardless of whether she is a girl or a widow, there is certainly wisdom behind it all" said Master Izzul Islam trying to convince his mother.
Nyai Mustiani grabbed the head of Master Teacher Izzul Islam and rubbed it. For a moment he was silent. Stare at the eyes of Master Izzul Islam who began to linger. He saw the earnestness of the radiance of his son's eyes. He knew his son would not conflict with him because of his disapproval. He sighs.
"If you think it's God's choice for you, you don't want me to agree. Do what you think you should do,"
Master Izzul Islam sighed. He let go of his hand. He lowered his head.
"What else is it. Why do you look so nervous,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Find me the address. I'll be there with your uncle, the sooner the better" Nyai Mustiani said, patting Master Izzul Islam on the thigh.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. Nyai Mustiani's words reassured his heart.
"Thank you, Mom. Later I told Abdul Khalik to check Fahmi's registration. The address is already there," said Master Izzul Islam. His feelings began to be relieved. God has made it easier for her to find the answer to who is actually a blue hooded woman batik motif, which four times appeared in her dreams. His last answer was to his mother. If his mother had agreed, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam believes what is now plucked in his heart is the answer to his question so far.
Adzan isya' sounded. Nyai Mustiani patted Mr. Guru Izzul Islam on the shoulder.
"Come, it's adzan. You go to the mosque there, imami santrimu," said Nyai Mustiani.
"No, Ma. I want to pray with my mom. I want you to pray later" replied Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani nodded her head and kissed the forehead of Master Izzul Islam.
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Sulastri gathers all residents of the house after praying isya' in the living room. Munawarah, Rahima, revelation, Rahini looks back and forth preparing dishes for dinner together tonight.
"Before we eat, there is something I need to tell my brothers and sisters everything. Tomorrow is the inauguration day of the restaurant and the first day the orphans will occupy the house in the Cendana area. That means, there are some of us who have to leave this place. Not that I kicked you out. I asked for your help to help me manage the restaurant and orphanage. You are my confidants. So I trust you to manage it as best you can." Sulastri began his conversation. He looked at the faces of the women in front of him.
"Rahini, Wahyu and Minang, the three of you will join Mr. Bagas moving to the sandalwood area. Your energy is needed to meet the needs of the orphans there. While Rahima will help Ms. Trianti take care of the restaurant in the Doyan Medaran area," Sulastri continued.
Mr. Bayan raised his hand.
"Just ask, Mom. If Mr. Ahmad moved where," said Mr. Bayan. Mr. Ahmad patted hard on Mr. Bayan's thigh. The whole room laughed.
"Ijin, Ma. I'm not going anywhere. I am here to accompany Bi Aisyah," said Mr. Ahmad greeted applause and boisterous laughter throughout the room. Bi Aisyah just smiled at Ahmad's guyonan sir.
Sulastri who had just finished from his laughter turned towards Ahmad.
"Relax, Mr. Ahmad. Mr. Ahmad and bi Aisyah will live as much as here" Sulastri said. Applause came back boisterous.
"Tomorrow early in the morning we will go to each other's place. Don't be sad. I will continue to visit you guys" Sulastri continued.
"I'm sorry, Mom. The house in the sandalwood area is not far from here," asked Rahini raised her hand.
"No, not far away. About three kilos from here. What's up, Rahini,"
"This, the Revelation, is afraid of being far from Mr. Mustarah." The boisterous sound of laughter mixed with applause was heard again. The insinuated revelation throws a tissue at Rahini.
"Here, don't talk about it anymore. Don't go out. I want, if anyone here likes each other, just get married. Let me pay," said Sulastri. They look at each other and tease each other.
"Come, it'll be too late. We eat, "sulastri invites them to eat his food.