NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#118
Because the rear car seat is empty, Sulastri chose to move to the back with Rianti. In addition, Rianti's confusing attitude while in the house of Master Izzul Islam still makes Sulastri curious. He did not want to see Rianti keep the problems he faced alone. Especially since entering the car, he saw Rianti smiling himself. A different attitude than what he saw while still inside the house. The journey to the Segui area is still a few hours away to arrive. Maybe Rianti would also like to tell her the problem.
After waving his hands towards Fahmi, Farida, and Rayhan who stood in front of the gate to escort them home, Sulastri ordered the Mustarah pack to continue their journey to the Segui area.
"Son, tell mom that you have a problem" Sulastri said. Rianti who started to lean her head spoiled on Sulastri's shoulder looked at Sulastri with a smile.
"Mother must have wanted to inquire about the incident at the Master Teacher's house." Rianti. His head was lifted and leaned on the chair while still staring at Sulastri. Sulastri.
"My mom was worried about seeing you like that. I was wondering why you changed so suddenly" Sulastri said.
"I'm upset, Mom. I'm upset that I can't remember where I saw Kalighrafi at Master Teacher's house" Rianti said. Smile widens.
"It turns out that I've seen it in prison, that's why I was smiling myself from earlier" continued Rianti.
Sulastri stared fixedly at Rianti's face like he was about to look at the honesty in Rianti's eyes.
"Related?" asked Sulastri without blinking. Rianti smiled. He pinched Sulastri's cheek.
"Oh my God, Mom. Cook Rianti lying to mom,"
"So, why do you look at Master Teacher like that. Or maybe you're in love, yeah,"
"Ih, Mother. Apaan. Ranti was just amazed," said Rianti blushed embarrassedly. Sulastri smiled. He brought his face closer.
"Master Master is still your bachelor, his age is more or less the same as yours" whispered Sulatri. Rianti's face blushed red.
"Ah, mom. After all, what a despicable me should be juxtaposed with a noble and pious Master Teacher. I just admire, Mom," said Rianti. Sulastri hugged Rianti's body.
"Don't go down like that. The past is the past. Great people learn from their past. A good person learns from his past" Sulastri said. Rianti nodded his head.
"Yes, I want to sleep first while the journey is still far away" said Sulastri. He leaned his head against the window of the car.
"Oh yes, related to the practice you asked from Master Teacher, your sister Fahmi will send it to your WA number," Sulastri said as he closed his eyes.
Rianti smiled. He rubbed Sulastri's back.
The atmosphere became quiet. Only the sound of car engines and the sound of vehicles milling on the highway. Rianti shifted his body up close to the car window. Sulastri's snoring sounds occasionally rang out.
Rianti. His eyes looked out the window. He recalled his dream in prison that he remembered when he came out of the house of Master Izzul Islam. The calighraphy that he saw in his dream in prison, was exactly the same as the calighraphy that he saw in his house Master Izzul Islam. In terms of writing, color, almost nothing different. He wondered what the kalighrafi meant. He thought, maybe there is a sign or a clue to his improvement from the dream. And his gaze when he saw Master Teacher Izzul Islam? I don't know, he suddenly did. At that time, he felt something different so he had difficulty turning his face away from seeing Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Not because of his good looks, but rather something that is difficult for him to tell.
Rianti turned towards Sulastri who seemed to be asleep in his sleep. Sulastri also entered in his dream. He draped her a green turban and took her somewhere until her dream ended. It all seemed to lead to something he was thinking about right now. It's like everything is related to each other. A different taste when looking at Master Izzul Islam, golden calighfari, also green turban in his dream which is similar to the turban used by Master Izzul Islam.
Rianti. He looked towards Mustarah sir who focused on driving the car. Rianti fixed his sitting position.
"Still far away, sir," said Rianti. Mr. Mustarah looked at Rianti through the rearview mirror.
"A little over an hour, Non. Non Rianti just rest first," said Mr. Mustarah.
"Drinked, sir. Let it be fresh," hail Rianti. Mr. Mustarah smiled.
"Thank you, Non."
* * * * *
The air in the afternoon was stinging. Hot air is seen evaporating on the surface of the asphalt. The heat bounces, making pedestrians and motorcyclists opt for breaks in shady places by the roadside.
The trees on the side of the road to the segui area almost completely drop their leaves. Singon trees were seen falling on the side of the road. Eve and the sea breeze felt once. The view looks dry.
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Qurratul Aini was still lying lazily on his bed. From this morning he was just out for breakfast with his father and mother. He then decided to go in and lock himself in his room. In addition to sleepy and not excited because he did not sleep all night, he also has not found a clue that strengthens his heart to decide to choose one of the two difficult choices that his heart thrust. There's no sign of anything. His heart did not lean towards either. That made it difficult for him to calm himself and close his eyes. The choice between Master Izzul Islam and Cristian is equally strong. It made the space in his heart filled with a sense of uncertainty.
Qurratul Aini rose from his lie. He stepped towards the small table beside his closet. He opened the closet drawer and pulled out a small but thick green book. The book is a collection of words of pearl that Cristian gave a week after dating. He never really read it. It's been there ever since Cristian gave it.
Qurratul Aini returned to his bed. He leaned back his body and started reading it. Sheet after sheet of books behind it, until he stopped when he saw the words that attracted his heart.
"Let you be shaped by the strong pull of something you love."
Qurratul Aini. He did not understand the words of the poets. But a little no, those words made him ponder for a long time.
He turned the sheet back and found again the words that attracted his heart.
"Nothing is more beautiful than the days of love. And there is nothing more painful, than the nights of fear, for the lovers left.”
Qurratul Aini closes the book. He smiles. Suddenly his cheeks met with red, and his eyes glowed like a light in the darkness.
Without thinking any longer, he got up. After changing his clothes, he picked up the car keys on the table and rushed out of the room.
"Where are you going, son," reprimanded Nyai Indrawati who was sitting in the living room when she saw Qurratul Aini coming out of her room.
"You go to Fitri's house, ma'am. There's a sudden assignment from college." Qurratul Aini approached Nyai Indrawati and kissed her hand.
" Which father, ma'am,"
"Again, there's an invitation to njai in the alley next door. Don't go home like last night. Your father last night negur mother," said Nyai Indrawati as she kissed the two cheeks of Qurratul Aini.
"Yes, ma'am" replied Qurratul Aini. He then walked away from Nyai Indrawati.
"Be careful driving it, son," said Nyai Indrawati half-crying.
"Don't worry, ma'am," said Qurratul Aini heard from outside the house. Not long after, the sound of his car was heard getting further away.