NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#121
This morning Rianti was sitting on the porch of the house enjoying a cup of warm tea made bi Aisyah. He looked fresh and radiant after his morning shower. The morning breeze that blows breezy and the chirping of birds that perch on the branches of the tabebuya tree, adding to the peace of his heart to enjoy the view of the morning before the house. Many times he looked inside the house through the window. Sitting alone on the porch of the house makes it uncomfortable.
"Mom, the tea is freezing cold" said Rianti, looking inside through the porch window. Sulastri's tea was covered with his container.
"Step, Son. Mother again put on the hijab," said Sulastri from the inside. Not long after, Sulastri appeared. While fixing the safety pins that tied both sides of her hijab, she smiled towards Rianti. Seeing that, Rianti got up and helped Sulastri tidy up her hijab. After that, the two sat down.
"Oh yes, Rianti. Blue hijab batik motif that you used to buy is still stored?" sulastri asked after sipping her tea. Rianti smiled. He held Sulastri's hand.
"Still dong, Mom. But the color has faded. Understandably for fifteen years Rianti always wore it. Now Rianti keeps it for mementos" Rianti said. Sulastri smiled.
"Robek too, Rianti will keep it. It was my mother's first gift. Rianti does not want to throw it even though it can no longer be used," continued Rianti.
"Oh yes, Mom. Tomorrow Rianti permission yes, want to see Jamila in prison. Rianti kangen once wanted to meet," said Rianti again after a moment both of them coolly staring towards the front.
"Can. Have bi Aisyah make food for Jamila," Sulastri replied. Rianti smiled nodding his head.
"Rianti permission too. Rianti wants a haircut. Too long. Rianti cut a boat yes, ma'am," said Rianti. He held Sulastri's hand. Sulastri frowned.
"Kok cut? Her hair is so nice,"
"The queue is uncomfortable, ma'am. Especially when praying. After all, no one's seen it, ma'am. I wear a hijab" said Rianti. Sulastri raised both eyebrows while smiling. He paused for a moment to look at Rianti. Sulastri.
"But the mother who cut" said Rianti.
"May. later ask for the same hair shave Mr. Bayan. The shaver is complete" Sulastri said. He sipped his tea.
* * * * *
"Yes, Master Teacher. I'll tell my son later. What time would you like to visit, Master." The voice of Nyai Mustiani who was calling was heard up to the terrace of the house. Master Izzul Islam who was reading the book in the living room tried to steal the listen. Nyai Mustiani's voice and footsteps grew closer and closer towards him.
"God willing, Master Teacher. We await the arrival of the Master of the family,"
Nyai Mustiani is seen standing holding the door with her next hand. Master Izzul Islam is still waiting while trying to find out his mother's interlocutor on the phone.
Nyai Mustiani hung up her cell phone and sat down next to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"Who, Ma'am," asked Master Izzul Islam without turning to Nyai Mustiani. His view remained fixed on the book he read.
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Master Faeshal. He wants to come to visit the house with his family" replied Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam. He scrunched his forehead.
"visited? Visit why, ma'am," asked Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani.
"You wear everything. Master Faeshal is his future mother. He's also your future father-in-law. It is natural that he visits. This can strengthen our family relationships" replied Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He nodded and went back to his book.
"You're off first. He will come after the prayers of Isha'. You also dress up neat. Nak Qurratul Aini will also come."
Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled as he shook his head.
"Women's worth it, Mom. Take and and everything,"
"I mean mother, the neat, the handsome one. Let the Qurratul Aini have the same persimmon as you" said Nyai Mustiani.
Back Master Izzul Islam smiled. He sighed inside. His mother was very excited about his match with Qurratul Aini. He put it all together for the happiness of his mother.
"Yes, already. I'd like to call the princess hostel first. I want to share with them. Make a cake" said Nyai Mustiani. He lifted his body slowly. Master Izzul Islam took off his book and helped him stand up. After taking Nyai Mustiani to the back porch, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam returned to the front porch.
Master Izzul Islam sighed. He took his coffee off his head and put it on the table. The flat line due to the pressure of the skull on his forehead is clearly visible. He leaned his body. The shadow about the blue hooded woman batik motif reappears. Fifteen years later, the dream never returned to sleep. During that time he had not found any signs. The blue hooded woman batik motif is still a mystery, although she herself is not too dizzy to think about it anymore. It is possible that the blue hooded woman batik motif is her soul mate in heaven. Prayer should not be granted at this time and as desired. It is possible that God kept it in another form and for a long time. We are again given a choice. Waiting for complaints or patience.
I don't feel like time goes by. The voice of Tarhim marker Friday prayers rang from the pesantren mosque. Master Izzul Islam rose from his seat. He then walked in and walked into the bathroom.
* * * * *
"What's up, Revelation," said Rianti out of the room.
"I put the shaving tool on the table, Non" said Wahyu.
"Please bring it inside yes," Rianti said. Revelation nodded and took back the shavers on the table and brought them inside. He then gave it to Rianti who was waiting for him in the living room.
Not long after, Sulastri was seen coming out. As soon as he saw the shaving tools on the front desk of Rianti, he went back into the room. Not long after, he came out again with a green cloth and a large mirror.
"What's that for, Mom," asked Rianti.
"Says he wants a shave. This is so that the haircut does not hit your shirt" Sulastri said as he held a green cloth in his hand. Rianti smiled.
"Great, I've been like a professional barber" Rianti said, giving a thumbs up.
"Come, you move sit there," said Sulastri pointing towards the chair by the window facing the courtyard of the house. Rianti pulled out the curtain that covered the window and sat down in front of the mirror that Sulastri had placed.
Sulastri smiled. The smile on Rianti's lips in front of the mirror made her face even more charming. She then opened her veil. Rianti's long hair hung down to the waist. Sulastri.
"It's a pity that you cut your long hair, son," Sulastri said.
"Ah, Mommy. Growing again tomorrow. Rianti is not comfortable with having long hair" said Rianti while looking at Sulastri's face from the mirror. Sulastri raised both eyebrows while sighing. He then collected Rianti's unraveled hair and tied it to the size to be cut.
"You know, ma'am," said Rianti when he saw the hairline that Sulastri had tied. Sulastri raised the rope to the size of a boat.
Slowly Sulastri began to point the scissors in his hand at Rianti's hair.
Rianti's long haircut fell on the floor. Sulastri shook his head, making Rianti smile again.
"Silence, Mom. His hair will be Rianti keep really," said Rianti. Sulastri was silent. He was busy cleaning the fine hairs on the back of Rianti's neck.
Sulastri suddenly fell silent. There was something black as big as a little finger nail under the right earlobe of Rianti. Sulastri. From behind the mirror glass, Rianti looked astonished.
"What's wrong, ma'am," asked Rianti. Sulastri smiled.
"I don't think it's a mole." Sulastri looked at Rianti's face in the mirror. Rianti rubbed his wind-blown front hair to block his view.
"Since when have you had this mole" Sulastri said. His chest was pounding, yet he pretended to look busy cleaning the fine hairs around Rianti's nape.
"Since childhood, Rianti had seen the mole there. What the hell is going on, Mom. How serious is a mole,"
Sulastri smiled.
"So, there's nothing. I'm just surprised, the place is hidden. No one could see" Sulastri said with a smile.
"Ah, this mother. What does a mole mean, too," says Rianti.
"Who knows has a meaning of its own. The mole that will be the intermediary changes life," replied Sulastri. He put scissors and shavers on the table. Rianti doesn't seem to understand. Unwilling to make Rianti confused, Sulastri held onto Rianti's body and lifted him from his seat.
"Come, now take a bath there," asked Sulastri.
"Rianti clean his hair first, Mom,"
"No need, then let bi Aisyah and mother clean up. Come on, hurry, take a shower there."
Sulastri threw his body on the sofa as soon as Rianti had lost his sight. He recalled the mole he saw under Rianti's earlobe.
Do women belong to Master Izzul Islam? Is she the blue hooded batik motif? Batin Sulastri's.
He never realized that all this time, Rianti also had a blue batik patterned hijab like he had. Rianti has a female creteria in the dream of Master Izzul Islam. And he's sure of it. Plus some strange events carried out by Rianti when he met at the house of Master Izzul Islam. How he looked at Master Izzul Islam. He tried to conclude for himself, maybe Rianti is the woman who awaited Master Izzul Islam.
"Yes, Allah. Give me confidence," Sulastri prayed, closing his eyes with his face looking up.