NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#123/Bears and Smiles of women with blue hooded batik motif.
The atmosphere in the residence of Master Izzul Islam looks crowded. Some santriwati were seen pacing around carrying and serving food on a long table in the living room. All sorts of food are on it.
Nyai Mustiani is seen sitting on the terrace of the house waiting for the arrival of Master Izzul Islam who has not returned from praying in the pesantren mosque. Sometimes he got up to watch the clock on the wall of the living room.
"Lik, Abdul Khalik," call Nyai Mustiani.
"Hey, son, where is Abdul Khalik, tell him to come here" Nyai Mustiani told one of the santriwati who approached her.
The Santriwati immediately turned around and looked for Abdul Khalik. Master Izzul Islam is seen at the gate of the house. Nyai Mustiani.
"I, Ms. Nyai," Abdul Khalik said.
"Already, Lik. I told you to look for Master Teacher. But now he's coming. Come on, you resume your work" said Nyai Mustiani. Abdul Khalik bowed and retreated slowly. Nyai Mustiani.
"You have been a long time, Izzul," said Nyai Mustiani as Master Izzul Islam kissed her hand. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He glanced at his watch.
"Just finished isya', Mom. Master Guru must be still on the way or maybe not finished praying," said Master Izzul Islam.
"Yes, I know. But we must be ready to welcome our guests" said Nyai Mustiani. They both sit.
"How is the preparation inside, ma'am," asked Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Berez. If the mother handles it, God willing is in order. Including mother's choice." Nyai Mustiani smiled. He glanced at Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"Mom so impatient to meet my mother's daughter-in-law," he continued flatly staring at Master Izzul Islam. The sparkles in his eyes were like he was carrying him to a shadow far ahead. He was like seeing the image of a happy family on the face of Master Izzul Islam whom he looked at.
"Candidate, Mom. Still a candidate," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam emphasized.
"That's mom's prayer so you can be a match with her. Also so that your family will sadinah mawaddah wa rahmah. You should have said Amin" said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He rubbed his face with both palms.
"Amin to Robbal Alamin."
The sound of the car coming from the front. Not long after, the light of the car lights panned closer to the gate. Nyai Mustiani tidied her hood. He looked over here and there. His hands to and fro directed the students who were inside to come out immediately.
"Come, kids. You greet his guests" said Nyai Mustiani enthusiastically. Several male students instantly lined up in front of the gate making a welcoming line. They lowered their heads as a blue Mitsubishi delica entered the gate.
Nyai Mustiani withdrew the hand of Master Izzul Islam to be more advanced.
From inside the car, there were Master Faeshal, Nyai Indrawati and Qurratul Aini. Also his personal driver.
Nyai Mustiani smiled. He bowed half his body when Master Teacher Faeshal was already right in front of him. Nyai Indrawati and Qurratul Aini immediately embraced him and let them in.
"Please sit down, Master Teacher, Miss Nyai," Nyai Mustiani said. Qurratul Aini himself he held his hand and invited him to sit near him. Master Izzul Islam just smiled.
"So, when I finished praying, they both came with me" replied Master Faeshal.
"Come, Master Teacher, Miss Nyai, taste the food. Mumpung is still warm," said Nyai Mustiani to let Master Teacher Faeshal and Nyai Indrawati start his meal. The empty plate in front of Qurratul Aini immediately he poured rice and some side dishes into it. Qurratul Aini just smiled. He tried to prevent Nyai Mustiani's hand. But Nyai Mustiani insisted and signaled for Qurratul Aini to be silent.
"Come, you don't have to be shy, son. This house is your home too. This is a special hereditary dish that I specially prepared for you" Nyai Mustiani said. Qurratul Aini could only smile. He was uncomfortable with Nyai Mustiani's hospitality.
The voice of Mr. Izzul Islam's mobile phone rang. The attention of the people who were eating his food was turned for a moment towards the Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam noticed the name that appeared on his phone screen. Sulastro.
Master Izzul Islam glanced at his guests. He immediately turned off the call. Nyai Mustiani.
"Who, Son,"
"Ustadz Fahmi, Ma'am" replied Master Izzul Islam. He had to lie to his mother and guests. Telling her mother that the one who called was Sulastri, would only increase her mother's questions. And of course it was not good in the middle of that quiet dinner atmosphere.
"Son Qurratul Aini, later after this you come with me for a while. Let's look inside. Let me know the atmosphere inside. The santri have also wanted to see the future wife of Master Guru," said Nyai Mustiani without burden. Master Teacher Izzul Islam shook his small head while smiling. His face was flushed with embarrassment. So too with Qurratul Aini.
"But her Aini can't teach, Nyai ma'am. He will only be able to write a prescription drug" said Nyai Indrawati.
"Owh, that's good, Miss Nyai. We've set up a clinic to open a Nak Aini practice."
The mood was silent again. They really enjoyed dinner. Only the sound of a spoon occasionally clashing with a plate.
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Sulastri took off the phone in his hand when he called Mr. Izzul Islam. He began to think, maybe he was not polite to call directly Master Izzul Islam. He should have called Fahmi first to tell Master Izzul Islam his point.
Sulastri. He felt guilty and had no adab. Either way, the feeling of happiness to immediately inform the good news to Master Izzul Islam has made Sulastri consider Master Izzul Islam as his son. He had forgotten that Master Izzul Islam was a highly respected religious figure.
The holy verses of the Qur'an are heard from the direction of the room. Sulastri smiled. The voice of Rianti who was teaching was so melodious in his hearing. He was more convinced, Rianti is a blue-hooded woman batik motif in the dream of Master Izzul Islam. He was prepared by Allah in prison to be as good as possible for women, until finally deserved to be with a great scholar like Master Izzul Islam. Rianti has understood well all the basic things about his religion. From a naughty girl who never once knew religion to a girl who even surpassed it in understanding religion. If it were not because he had been chosen by God to accompany the great, Rianti would not have been so profound in changing.
Sulastri slowly opened the door. Slowly, he walked and sat on the side of the bed. Rianti is still solemnly reading the Qur'an.
Sulastri. He closed his eyes enjoying the melodious strains of Rianti's voice.
Sulastri. Another important lesson he could learn. Never be so bad to someone. As Imam Ghazali said.
One of the ethics in getting closer to Allah SWT is not to look down on others.
Always be kind to others, no matter how evil they are. We never know, at the end of his age, he became a servant of God's choice. Life is full of secrets. Those who are patient and willing to think can touch it.