NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#107
Master Teacher Izzul Islam stared at the letter he had titled on the table in front of him. He had read it three times, and he still could not believe that Sulastri, whom he believed to be the chosen woman in his dreams, was not the one. At first he wanted to send a reply to Sulastri to further clarify it, but Mr. Mustarah who delivered the letter was gone. At least, if he does not have a mole, but the blue headscarf batik motif is enough to be a representative that Sulastri is his future wife.
Master Izzul Islam leaned his body on the chair. His gaze now fixedly looked towards the calligraphy painting hanging on the wall of the house. Maybe that's the answer for a while.
فان عزمت فتوكل على الله
"Then when you have resolved, trust in Allah"
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam sighed resignedly. Time to put some trust. Leave everything to God. Rizki, soul mate and death are the secrets of God. If it was time later, he would not have to bother looking for it. He will come alone without having to look for it.
The sound of the room door was heard on a slow tap from the outside. Master Izzul Islam immediately rose and opened the door. He immediately kissed Nyai Mustiani's smiling hand behind the door. Then he let his mother in.
Nyai Mustiani grabbed the letter on the table after for a while staring at it. Master Izzul Islam who did not have time to save it only smiled with embarrassment.
"Letter from the blue hooded woman batik motif?" kanda Nyai Mustiani while glancing towards Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam gestured with a smile and a slight nod of the head. He sat down near Nyai Mustiani.
"Mom forgot to bring glasses. Tell me what Sulastri answered," said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam sighed and smiled again.
"It's not him, Mom. He doesn't have a mole like I saw in a dream. My search is still long and I need to be patient for it" said the wise Master Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani nodded small. He holds the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam holds Nyai Mustiani's hand. He shook his head.
"In a hadith, we are told to ask for a fatwa on our hearts. I have tried to do so, but there is not the slightest love and confidence in my heart for Baiq Miftahul Hafizah. So, I can't force my heart to live with people I don't want. Wasted mother? Didn't you also find my match with Miftahul Hafizah? We are not required to believe it, but not to believe it either, it is not justified." Master Izzul Islam stared at Nyai Mustiani.
"There's no need for love to start a household, son. Love will grow by itself. Your mother and late father never knew each other at all. But over time, I loved your father to the point that I didn't want to get married again,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Miftahul Hafizah never appeared in my dreams, but I always included it in my every quarter. My heart never leaned on him either. Nevermind, Mom. We do not need to think about this secret of God. I am ready to wait until God shows me, even when I am old.
Master Guru Izzul Islam let go of Nyai Mustiani's hand. He then got up and stepped up to pick up the skullcap hanging on the clothes hanger.
"Mom, I have to get out first. I called Mr. Kiyom to come today. We must immediately pay off the construction materials debt for the santri putra dormitory. Alhamdulillah, the donation money from his mother Fahmi, is enough to pay it off," said Master Izzul Islam shortly after returning to sit near Nyai Mustiani.
"Fahmi's mother, or.., a blue hooded batik motif," joked Nyai Mustiani.
"Ah, Mom. How to be caught again." Master Izzul Islam took Nyai Mustiani's hand and helped her stand up. Nyai Mustiani just smiled and obeyed when Master Izzul Islam swept him out of the room.
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