NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#106
Sulastri rereads the paraghraph of the letter, in which Master Izzul Islam mentions one more sign of the woman in his dream.
Sulastri spread the hair that covered his right ear. He smiled because he felt carried too far away in the letter. At one time, he felt he had never had a mole under his right ear. There is nothing in his left ear. But maybe he never really saw it. Or it might be that the mole suddenly grew to fulfill Master Teacher's dream. Who knows, God with All His power simply says, Kun Fayakun. So, then be. Sulastri. He's still smiling. He was really curious. He took off the letter and stepped into the mirror. Arriving in front of the mirror, he tied his hair back until not a single strand covered his two ears. Sulastri began to examine the lower part of his right ear. There's nothing black in there. He turned his eyes to check his left ear. Still nothing. White and clean without stains.
Sulastri. He stepped towards the table beside the bed and picked up the cell phone lying on it. She turned on her flashlight and headed back to the dresser. He checked both ears. He doesn't have that mole. Positively already. She is not the blue hooded female batik motif that Master intended.
Sulastri returned to his bed and threw out his body. The time on her phone screen has been shown at 1 p.m. He has spent all day with such a busy activity. And until this late he was still awake without being touched by drowsiness. The arrival of Nyai Mustiani and the letter of Master Izzul Islam completely drained his mind since this maghrib. Although he had promised not to marry again, but he had hope to deny it, if indeed the woman in blue hooded batik motif in the dream of Master Izzul Islam is himself. Not for lust, but for something important. The Master Teacher's dream is a true dream. And lucky that the woman in the dream, because it has been appointed by Allah to accompany good people like Master Izzul Islam.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. His gaze focused towards the ceiling of the room with a mind hovering.
Sulastri pinched his forehead violently. His eyes are still awake. His sleepiness seemed to have been stolen and carried away by the night. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. It's good he woke up and did something useful so that the night did not become in vain.
Sulastri clasped his head. It's good he wrote a reply letter to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Tomorrow, he will leave it when Mr. Mustarah goes to the boarding house Qudwatusshalihin deliver Fahmi food.
Sulastri then got up and opened the door of his room. He then stepped into the living room and headed to his desk. After a moment of silence thinking about the words he was about to write, he grabbed a piece of Hvs paper and a ballpoint pen. Then he started writing.
Assalamualaikum.wb.
The Honorable Master. May God always give health to Master, so as to always guide the people to good. Amens.
Your noble Master. How surprised I was when I heard Nyai's mother convey what Master's wishes. About Master Teacher's beautiful dream, also a letter written by Master Teacher.
Truly, I feel honored and most noble after hearing Nyai's mother explain to me, that I am the woman that Master believes to be the honorable woman in Master Teacher's dream. Until I asked myself. How noble am I to be appointed God incarnate as a blue hooded woman batik motif in the dream of Master Teacher?
Who is the unlucky woman in the wife of a noble person like Master? Do you know Master Teacher? My pledge to remain faithful was not married because my love for my late husband almost denied me. Is that because I believe? my husband would certainly be happy if I married a devout man like Master.
And Do you know Master Teacher?
How disappointed I was when on the second page, I began to be convinced, that I was the figure of a woman in blue hooded batik motif in the dream Master Teacher finally denied. I regret because of the second sign, as a legitimate determinant of me as a woman with a blue hooded batik motif it turns out I do not have.
And to strengthen my words, I swear by Allah, that I really do not have that mark. The sign belonged to another woman who was in agreement with Master Teacher. Master Teacher who always keeps his eyes from seeing a woman who is not his mahrom.
Master Teacher, I hope, someday my son Fahmi can be like Master Teacher, who is more concerned with his craft than his knowledge. I also pray that God will soon meet Master Teacher with a woman with a blue hooded batik motif.
My salute to Master Teacher. May Allah extend the life of the Master and always in His protection. Amens.
Assalamualaikum.wb.
Sulastro.
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Sulastri folded the paper he had written and put it in an envelope.
Sulastri then got up and laid his body on the sofa. The sound of a wall clock ticking, accompanied the long daydream of Sulastri.
The sound of thunder rang out. The wind began to sound occasionally slamming, moving around and around the window nets. Not long after, the rain started to fall.
Sulastri sighed in annoyance and got back up. It's really hard to close his eyes. He walked slowly towards the living room window. He flicked the window mosquito net and stood staring at the raindrops that were falling on the yard.
He was in the time he wanted. From his dark past to a time where he could stand firm in his glory. The necessities of life that will not interfere with his mind anymore. The world is now in his grasp. He managed to get out of his humiliation in the eyes of the world into a respected figure.
Now it's time to thank him. The enjoyment of the world is only temporary. It was time for him not to think of anything that would turn his face away from the Creator who had given him everything. There was nothing for him to worry about but the trust to keep what was entrusted to him. Each person will be asked what he does in the future before the court of Akbar the Creator. Gratitude means adding to the favor itself. Rather a painful torment for the one who is kufr delights.
The blue hooded batik motif is not her. It was a sign for him not to think about anything other than thanking and worshiping Allah.
Sulastri closed the window curtain. He slowly stepped into his room. Arriving at the room, he immediately took whudu water' and performed prayers.