NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#124
The clock had shown at 11pm when the tone of the message on Sulastri's phone rang. Not wanting the sound of his phone to disturb Rianti who was fast asleep beside him, Sulastri immediately grabbed him. He got up and walked out of the room. He rushed to the living room sofa and sat down.
A message from Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri opened it and started reading it. Heart's beating. Like the arrival of a text from a lover who is very loved.
"Assynolajet. Sorry, we had a guest. Can I help you?"
Sulastri. He stared for a moment in the front. He has not found the right words to answer the text of Master Izzul Islam. The matter will also be longer if he replies via text.
Both of Sulastri's thumbs began to type.
"Sorry, if it doesn't bother you, I'll call Master, please,"
Sulastri took a long breath. He really felt wrong. Really not polite. It was a little long waiting. He got up and started pacing in front of the window.
The phone rings again. His voice echoed in the room. Sulastri immediately shrank the volume of the call. His chest thumped to see the name of Master Izzul Islam on the mobile phone screen. Not wanting anyone to hear his talk, Sulastri immediately walked quickly to the porch of the house.
"Assalamualaikum, Master Teacher. I'm sorry to bother Master" Sulastri said as he reached the porch. He smiled as he looked back and forth listening to the conversation of Master Izzul Islam from the opposite direction.
"I'm sorry, Master if I'm presumptuous. I didn't get Fahmi to invite Master. I want to clean the house, Master. I want Master to pray for my house if Master deigns and has time" Sulastri replied in a trembling voice. A reason that had suddenly appeared in his mind after thinking about it for so long.
"Let's be more baroque, Master Teacher," Sulastri said after hearing Mr. Izzul Islam's reply for a moment. He looks smiling, nodding his head. Sometimes he closed his eyes in embarrassment.
"Thank you, Master Teacher. I await Master's arrival tomorrow. Thanks again,"
"Waalaikum salam." Sulastri nodded his head.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. He felt a little relieved, although the reason for inviting Master Izzul Islam sounded a little silly. For a moment he felt like he was carrying a big stone on his head. Sulastri wagged his collar. Cold sweat drenched his neck. After a moment of silence, he looked around, and decided to go back into the house.
Slowly Sulastri laid his body near Rianti. He smiled looking at Rianti's peaceful face in his sleep. He raised his hand slowly and gently stroked Rianti's hair.
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The night is late.
While Sulastri was trying to sleep bringing his happy hope to his dream world, Qurratul Aini lay weakly with a glaring gaze to the ceiling of the room. His meeting that was almost without reprimand with Master Teacher Izzul Islam was not at all in his heart. Cristian's shadow only disappeared for a moment in the conversation of two happy families at the dinner table. Afterwards, he spent his time in silence and pretended to sleep in the car. He did not want his parents to continue the theme of his match with Master Izzul Islam in the car. A marriage she dared not refuse. Looking at his father's stiff face alone, it was enough to shrink his guts. Along the way to the top of his bed now, Cristian's face reigns. Cristian's occasional shadow made him smile, but more made him cry and weak helpless.
"Yes, Allah." cried Qurratul Aini long full of anxiety. He was really uncomfortable with any position in his room.
Qurratul Aini again sighed fretfully. His desire to repent by turning away from Cristian and marrying Master Izzul Islam will eventually end in vain. He surrendered. His love is for Cristian.
There was a sound of coughing for a long time outside the room. Qurratul Aini was silent. The sound of footsteps grew further away. Qurratul Aini. He slowly opened the door to his room. He saw that Master Teacher Faeshal had sat down to read his book.
Qurratul Aini sighed fretfully. He lifted his head. Thinking for a moment. The two whispers in his heart at war gave him a different way out. Stay in the room with his restless feelings, or go out and talk nicely with his father. He felt he had to dare to tell the truth to his father even though the consequences would be very bitter. But given the various unpleasant tastes that currently controlled his heart, his father's anger would never be worth it.
Qurratul Aini immediately closed the door of his room when there were other footsteps coming from the side. He quickly stepped towards his bed and immediately lay down. The pillow roll in place covers his head. His ears are alert to hear every sound out there. The sound of footsteps was like moving away.
Qurratul Aini got up again and walked back to the door. Her mother's voice sounded. Qurratul Aini opened the door of his room a little, just to be able to see his father and mother in the living room.
Qurratul Aini closed his eyes. After several times trying to stabilize his increasingly thumping heartbeat, when thinking of the words he would express in front of his father, he ventured to open the door and stepped towards the living room.
"Here? Why haven't you slept yet, son," Nyai Indrawati said as she watched Qurratul Aini come and sit nearby. Master Faeshal opened his glasses. His forehead shriveled and looked at my face Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini. His father's gaze made him tremble. When I'm not angry, it's scary. What if he actually told her something that offended her father and ended up angry?
Qurratul Aini began to worry. His hands were soaked with cold sweat. Legs vibrate.
"What's up, kid. Is there something you want to talk to mom and dad about?" reprimand Nyai Indrawati gently while rubbing the hair of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini was still bowed. This time he closed his eyes, trying to muster back his courage. After a moment of silence, he lifted his face and ventured to look at Master Teacher Faeshal's face which was still staring at him in full view. Qurratul Aini takes bottled beverage water glasses on the table. He then tore the lid off and thrust it in front of Master Teacher Faeshal.
"Dad, pray for me this water, let my heart be calmer" Rianti said in a hoarse voice. Master Faeshal's eyes turned sharp. The bottled glass water in front of him was thrown hard with his hands. Water splashed everywhere and hit the face of Nyai Indrawati and Qurratul Aini.
"Bad. Who taught you this kind of heresy. You have perverted and perverted his place in hell." Master Teacher Faeshal stood up. His hands were clenched revealing large veins on his arms. Seeing her husband angry, Nyai Indrawati got up and embraced his body.
"Patience, Dad. Your son may not know. Patience."
"Then I tell him now that what he did was a heresy. It's just Master Teacher's wits that you want to say. The ends are just their reasons for asking for a reward," said Master Teacher Faeshal. His eyes and face were red. The veins on his neck stretched.
"But is it not in one of the stories that a man stung by a scorpion, who recovered when read a letter of fatehah by a friend, happened in the time when the Prophet and the Prophet himself knew of the incident?" said Qurratul Aini trying to brave up against his father's statement. He knew once his father would be angry with his objection. He lowered his head. Come with whatever will happen.
Hearing the words of Qurratul Aini, Master Faeshal's anger intensified. He pushed the body of Nyai Indrawati who was still blocking him to fall on the sofa. A loud slap floated into the face of Qurratul Aini.
"Bad. What you nukil is just a story. Stories that are only fabricated to legalize their heresy behavior. That's not a proposition. Damn it, you have dared to fight me. Now, go into your room and reflect on your mistakes. Don't let your blood I block and you I kill," Master Teacher Faeshal snapped. His index straight expels Qurratul Aini.
Nyai Indrawati got up and immediately held the body of Qurratul Aini. He then pulled the body of Qurratul Aini towards his room.