NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#114/Wife Candidate Master Izzul Islam
Adhan isya' was heard roaring from the pesantren mosque. Master Izzul Islam fix his coffee in front of the mirror. The green turban neatly coiled around her neck further added to her wibawa. His face was radiant even though one or two wrinkles were visible on his forehead. He was getting ready to go to the mosque to pray santri isya'. Not to forget, the thick book in black, which was lying on the table he took. After the isya prayer, there is a special routine study for senior students every Sunday night.
Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled to find Nyai Mustiani already sitting in the living room as soon as he opened the door of his room. He immediately approached her and kissed her hand. Nyai Mustiani rubbed the head of Master Izzul Islam and told him to sit down.
"Sit for a second. There's something you want to talk about" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam holds Nyai Mustiani's hand.
"Wouldn't it be better after finishing the salary, ma'am," replied Mr. Izzul Islam.
"Tonight you don't have to pay. After praying isya' you go straight home. Tell Fahmi to take your place" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Fahmi's coming home, Mom. What's wrong, Mom. It seems very important, to the point that it cannot be postponed," said Mr. Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Important, very important. I called Master Faeshal. We'll come visit tonight."
Master Izzul Islam was silent. His face instantly turned a little gloomy. He looked at Nyai Mustiani's face. He sighed softly. No words came out of his mouth even though he seemed to be moving. He was still thinking about the answer so that later would not make Nyai Mustiani angry. Master Izzul Islam bowed his head. Nyai Mustiani gently rubbed her shoulders.
"Let's go, your sorority has been waiting. When you're done, you'll be home soon. We don't want Master Faeshal waiting for us too long" Nyai Mustiani said. He knew that Master Izzul Islam was not pleased with his plans tonight. But he has to do it. He believes, the prospective companion of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam should indeed be chosen by him. He had no time to take care of women, and still faithfully waited for the women in his dreams, even after fifteen years passed without any clue.
Master Teacher Izzul Islam nodded his head weakly. His smile was half forced. He then grabbed Nyai Mustiani's hand and kissed her. The book he carried was placed on the table. He then stepped into the mosque.
Nyai Mustiani sighs staring at the body of Master Izzul Islam until lost behind the door.
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The atmosphere in front of the Zamora restaurant looks quiet, although there are many parked cars. The visitors prefer to gather in the gazebo-gazebo behind the restaurant.
Inside the room, on the other side of the restaurant.
Qurratul Aini noticed a kiss on her blackened neck in front of the mirror. Occasionally he glanced at Cristian who was still bare-chested behind him from behind the mirror. Qurratul Aini sighed while rubbing the moisturizer on the black mark on his neck.
Cristian looks to be putting up his shirt.
"Are you really thinking about your decision. Can't you come with me? If you want, we can go somewhere that no one knows. We'll come back when we've changed" Cristian said. His gaze from behind the mirror looked sad and clear. Qurratul Aini sighed in despair. He could not look directly at Cristian's face. He rubbed his shoulder-length hair and covered the black mark on his neck.
"I really don't dare to do it, Cristian. I don't want my parents to hate me and end up cutting ties with me if I run away with you,"
"Then we get married. I will come to propose to you" Cristian said, removing the blanket covering his lower body. It is seen only using ****** *****. He picked up the pants hanging on the wall near the door.
"That is if you are willing to convert to our religion" replied Qurratul Aini.
"Aghhh!" Cristian threw his palm on the wall of the room. "What kind of rules are these humans making. Why is it only because of religion, that love cannot be united? Doesn't love have no religion?" Cristian threw his body at the side of the bed. His gaze is getting weaker.
" That's what Kahlil Gibran said, "the link is flat.
Qurratul Aini smiled. He looked back but turned back.
"Kahlil is dead Cristian. Few people make his words a guideline." Qurratul Aini turned his body.
"Don't you. Who is as religious as we are, if in my father's view they do something that is not right according to his beliefs, my father does not hesitate to deny it, even justify his blood."
Cristian turned his head weakly towards Qurratul Aini.
"Your father is too strict with his beliefs. But baby, he's negligent to take care of you" Cristian said.
Qurratul Aini. He leaned his body on the chair. His gaze was deep through the ceiling of the room.
"Lantas, why are you afraid to disobey his orders, while committing adultery with me, you never seem to regret it at all?" said Cristian cynically.
"The glory of God because of the wrath of parents. What I am doing with you right now, I can end it later by repenting. Perhaps, this is just my opinion," said Qurratul Aini trying to defend himself.
Cristian smiled as if scorned.
Much the same. It makes no difference. Think about it, if your father ever finds out we're doing this. Of course he'll be more wrathful,"
"That is why he should not know" replied Qurratul Aini.
Again Cristian smiled faintly while shaking his head.
"What if I tell him,"
Qurratul Aini smiled. He turned his gaze toward Cristian through the mirror.
"You're not going to do it. You love me too much" replied Qurratul Aini calmly.
"Here, Aini, I really don't understand you. You said you loved me. But when I asked you to live together, you refused. I'm not sure you love me,"
"If I don't love you, I won't give you my most precious possession. Moreover, you are not as confident as me. But if you think I'm doing it because you're handsome, rich or out of lust, I won't do it with you. Too many men like me, even more than you have. Love gives nothing but the whole of itself, full. Love takes nothing but itself. Love has neither possession nor possession because love is sufficient for love." Qurratul Aini got up and stepped over to where Cristian was sitting.
"That's what Kahlil Gibran said, too" he lowered his head.
"Agh, I don't understand, and I don't want to understand" Cristian said in a half-screaming tone.
Qurratul Aini sighed and then rose. He stepped back into the mirror. The black bag on the dresser was taken and placed on the shoulder.
The phone's ringing.
"A little while longer, Dad. I want to go home" replied Qurratul Aini after a while listening to the conversation from across. Qurratul Aini closed her Phone and put it back in her bag. He looked at Cristian for a moment. Cristian looked at him weakly. Cristian looked desperate.
"Perhaps love doesn't need to be understood." Qurratul Aini turned her body about to open the door.
"Are you really going to marry that Master Teacher?" said Cristian. Qurratul Aini opens the door. He looks.
"Well, maybe. If I were worthy of him, God would still let me be with him, and I would. But on the contrary, if I am not worthy of him, God must have many ways to protect those who sincerely fear Him. Like Master Teacher." Qurratul Aini smiled sweetly.
"But relax, we still have time to be together. At least a week or two. But if you want to continue your S2 to America, please. Try to forget each other," continued Qurratul Aini calmly. He opened the door and immediately exited the room without looking back.
Cristian gave a long sigh. Qurratul Aini, the woman he had been dating for five years was so resigned to leaving him alone in the room. A relationship that has been established for so long, like nothing at all in his heart. Cristian grabbed her hair hard. He threw his body and lay in bed. Tears slowly flowed down her cheeks. His chest immediately felt tightened by the painful feeling he felt at this moment. He had realized long ago, if the relationship between him and Qurratul Aini ninety percent would end badly. Moreover, Qurratul Aini is the daughter of one of the famous religious figures in that place. He regretted falling in love when Qurratul Aini had warned him about the bad ending of the relationship. Changing religions is the only way to unite their love. But it's very impossible. His father, who was a religious businessman, would not allow him to marry Qurratul Aini. He was even married to a priest.
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Qurratul Aini turned to and fro when he was about to enter his car. Before starting his car, he first replaced the t-shirt he wore with a red dress that he hid in the back seat of the car. After her robe and headscarf had been neatly attached, she took a moment to look towards the room where she and Cristian had been chatting a few hours ago. Her tears drip.
"I'm sorry, Cristian," he said. He started his car and slowly walked out of the restaurant.
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Meanwhile. In the courtyard of the house Sulastri looked crowded by orphans in all white clothes. Surah Yasin read in unison and rhythmically adds to the happy heart of Sulastri who sits listening solemnly' on the porch chair of the house.
A smile incessantly poked from her lips as she saw Rianti and her three children sitting parallel in front of the orphanage children. She feels like she is currently the happiest mother in the world. There is nothing more parents need when they are older than the presence of their children by their side. Nothing is the happiest, other than being able to share happiness. Treasure and wealth are meaningless when children are not on the side.
Sulastri smiled and turned towards the empty chair beside him. He smiles. He felt that someone was sitting with him. Sulastri smiled and closed his eyes. He tried to feel, that at this time Yulian Wibowo felt the same as what he now feels. Watching their children grow as expected. Children who pray and pray.