NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#103
Master Izzul Islam seemed busy flipping through the sheets of the book he was reading on the porch of the house. Occasionally he looked at the specks of rain dripping from the end of the roof of the house. The sound of shalawat is still heard from the mosque. The santri who cannot go to school today because of the unrelenting rain, choose to spend time in the mosque.
Master Izzul Islam glanced towards the wall clock hanging on the wall behind him. It's 12 noon. His mother and uncle, who went to Sulastri's house today, have not returned. He sighs. Although he looks busy reading his book, but the sense of unease in his chest occasionally bothers him. He hesitated when he imagined when his mother expressed the intention of their arrival to Sulastri. Although he was always prejudiced against Allah, and remained confident Sulastri would accept his proposal.
The sound of a car horn was heard once from the side of the house. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He got up and walked a little to the side . He saw a black sedan car stop at the side parking lot of the house.
"Assalamualaikum" Nyai Mustiani said as he got out of the car. Mr. Nurasmin, the uncle of Master Izzul Islam, was seen walking slowly behind him. Master Izzul Islam immediately greeted the two.
"Okay, the rain continues nak Izzul," said Mr. Nurasmin. He was shaking his black skull which was hit by rainwater.
"Yes, Uncle. Santri-santri also no one goes to school today. Their teacher no one came" replied Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam invited his uncle to sit down.
"We failed today, son. Your candidate is not home. Said the security guard who guarded the house, he was at the inauguration of his new business," said Nyai Mustiani holding the hand of Master Izzul Islam who had his body sitting on a chair.
His uncle gave his thumbs up to Master Izzul Islam.
"You're great, son Izzul. The woman you are going to apply for is a big boss. She was the wife of the late Yulian Wibowo. The richest businessman in the province, even in the top ten richest people in Indonesia,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"The result of your nephew's istiharah is jos, Nurasmin. In addition to rich possessions, he was also a rich child," Nyai Mustiani also raised her thumb half jokingly towards Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam just smiled. Nyai Mustiani patted Mr. Guru Izzul Islam on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, tomorrow night after prayers, your mother and uncle will come again. Anyway it has to work," said Nyai Mustiani looking excited.
Mr. Nurasmin looked at the wall clock behind him. He sighs.
"Ok, brother. I want to go home first. Want to take a break." Mr. Nurasmin rose. He kissed Nyai Mustiani's hand. Master Izzul Islam approached and regretted it.
"Same. I also want to rest for a while" Nyai Mustiani said.
After Pak Nurasmin's body disappeared from his view, Master Izzul Islam held Nyai Mustiani's body and swept her into the house.
* * * * *
Although the rain fell rapidly, the inauguration of the restaurant and orphanage held in the area of Doyan Medaran street was finally successful as well. After performing the dhuhur prayer, Sulastri immediately drove Bagas and his wife, Nurul to the house in the sandalwood area along with a group of orphans and abandoned children. Also with them Rahini, Wahyu and Minang, who were assigned by Sulastri to take care of the needs of the orphans.
At around 4 pm, Sulastri, who was accompanied by Rahima, decided to go home. Rahima who was supposed to live with Retno in employee housing on Doyan Medaran road, his position was replaced by Munawarah. Rahima asked to remain at home on the grounds that he would no longer part with Sulastri.
It was getting dark when the car that was driven by Suastri arrived in front of the house. The drizzle is still down. After closing the gate, Mr. Bayan immediately followed the car to the garage.
"Mom, this morning a guest came. He left this for mom" said Mr. Bayan, giving a folded paper when Sulastri got out of his car.
Assalamualaikum wr wb.*sorry, I visited without telling you first. If I have time, I'll come back later tonight. Please call this number if you have time to receive us. Thanks.
Nyai Mustiani
08753203233*
Sulastri frowned. Nyai Mustiani's. Isn't she the mother of Master Izzul Islam? What was needed until he came to visit his house. Batin Sulastri's. Sulastri. He folded the paper back.
"Yes already, sir. I want to go in first" Sulastri told Mr. Bayan. Mr. Bayan nodded and returned to the guard post. Sulastri himself immediately entered the house.
Arriving in his room. Sulastri threw his body on the bed. He was still thinking about the note Nyai Mustiani had left. Not wanting to linger on his curiosity, Sulastri got up and took his phone. He then recorded the phone number on the paper and contacted him immediately.
"Waalaikumussalam" Sulastri replied as he heard greetings from across the street.
"It's Sulastri, Nyai's mother, Fahmi's mother."
Sulastri smiled listening to Nyai Mustiani talk from across the street.
"Let me go there, Mom, if it's really important" Sulastri said.
Sulastri scrunched his forehead. His eyes went to and fro listening to Nyai Mustiani's explanation.
"Okay, Nyai Ma'am. If it is like that, I wait at home" Sulastri said.
"Wa aleikumussalam."
Sulastri closed his call. He put his phone on the table. He then laid his body back on the bed.
Heart's pounding. Nyai Mustiani didn't tell him what he meant tonight. If not the important thing, it is impossible for the mother of a leader of a large boarding school to visit him. Sulastri began to second-guess himself. If it is not Fahmi's problem, it may have something to do with the strange attitude of Mr. Izzul Islam during his meeting yesterday. Uh. Perhaps he was overconfident in interpreting the strange attitude of Master Izzul Islam. It might be the attitude of a pious man, who does not carelessly look at women who are not mahromnya.
Sulastri shook his head while smiling. He directed his gaze towards the photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging on the wall of the room, facing towards him. Sulastri fused his palms together while continuing to stare at the photo. He smiles.
"I'm sorry, Bang. I'm khilaf. Don't worry. I'm still yours" Sulastri said with a smile.
Tarhim's voice rang out through the gaps in his room. Sulastri. Maghrib soon. He must immediately prepare everything to welcome Nyai Mustiani isya' later.
Sulastri raised his body slowly. The hijab she had removed, she put it back on. He then stepped out of the house to meet Rahima.