NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#130
Both Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Rianti were quick to turn their eyes when Sulastri's cough snapped in silence and opened their respective gazes of admiration.
Master Izzul Islam strongly presses both ends of his eyes and sighs while saying Istighfar. Seeing that, Sulastri felt guilty. He opened the silence with the words he wanted to say. He sighed long. The atmosphere is back. Sulastri stared alternately at the two who were both bowing their heads. The faces of both of them look red withstanding the embarrassment.
Sulastri improved his sitting position. He felt, this is the time he should be a mediator of tension between the two. Master Izzul Islam that he sees today, like a young man who is new to love. No more calmness on his face. Maybe because he waited too long. Waiting to resist other temptations from beautiful women that he should be able to choose at will. Sulastri mendehem, expelling hoarseness in his throat. Chest thumping. He was afraid, but he felt he had to tell the truth to Master Izzul Islam.
"Before, I apologize, Master Teacher. Sorry if I was sassy. Actually, this is what I meant by inviting Master Teacher. Of course at this time, Master Teacher's memory was fixed on Master Teacher's dream a few years ago after seeing Rianti. Dream about a blue hooded woman batik motif." Sulastri stopped his words. He glanced towards Rianti. He took a deep breath, trying to be calm. "I purposely dressed Rianti like this, to show Master, that she is the one I believe to be the blue hooded woman of the batik motif. The signs that Master Teacher saw in Master Teacher's dream, were all within Rianti. I swear to God, he has a mole under his ear."
Rianti. He did not understand what Sulastri was talking about. He tried to remember everything. Is this what he means to dress her up like that? Is that why Sulastri asked such a silly question about a mole under his ear yesterday? inner curious.
Master Izzul Islam turned his gaze towards Rianti. The tremors that appeared in his heart every time he looked at Rianti's face, were enough to corroborate what Sulastri said. He is the kind of person who does not fall in love easily. All this time, he had only fallen in love with his dream fifteen years ago. He still holds the promise of God who has shown the blue hooded woman batik motif in his dream, as a mate of choice for him. Allah according to His servant. If a servant is prejudiced, then He is. And vice versa. And He has held his faith all this time. And he believed it was time to reap the fruits of his patience.
"Rianti, this is what I mean by treating you like this. Master Master had dreamed of meeting the blue hooded woman batik motif in his palace. At first Master thought that her mother was the woman. But I only have a blue hood of batik motifs. Mother does not have a mole as a determinant of the validity of the blue hooded female batik motif. All those signs are on you, son. I'm sure you're the girl." Sulastri nodded, trying to convince the solemn Rianti' to hear the story.
Hearing Sulastri's long words, she suddenly cried for some reason. Two feelings that were now fighting to defeat each other, raged in his heart. A very happy feeling because the desire to be a companion to the life of Master Izzul Islam will now come true. But on the other hand, the sense of contempt for the past is gray and dirty, making it never appropriate to be compared with the glorious figure of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Teacher Izzul Islam took a long breath. After being silent for a while listening carefully to Sulastri's words, her tense face looked even more calm. A smile was back on his lips. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He nodded small. His smile was full of gratitude.
"Alhamdulillah. Before Ms. Sulastri explained it, my heartbeat had first told me, that today I will be reunited with the blue hooded woman batik motif." Master Izzul Islam glanced at Rianti. He then rose. For a moment he stood looking at Rianti.
"I guess there's nothing we need to talk about anymore. Insha Allah, I will tell Sulastri ma'am the right time to propose to the mother's child" said Mr. Izzul Islam steady. Sulastri smiled. His face was bright. He rubbed Rianti's back. Rianti still lowered her face while wiping away her tears.
"In that case, I beg you. Assalamualaikum," said Master Izzul Islam as he calmly left the living room.
Sulastri stood up and bowed his body. Rianti himself still remained silent in his seat.
"Waalaikum salam" Sulastri replied. He then followed Master Izzul Islam from the back to the terrace of the house. Master Izzul Islam smiled as he left Sulastri for his car.
Sulastri headed back to the living room cheerfully when Mr. Izzul Islam's car was not seen again. He immediately approached Rianti who was still sitting down to bow his face. Sulastri hugged Rianti tightly. He was so happy, that what he aspired to today was in line with his expectations. He has managed to make a short path to bring Rianti together with Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"Now, do you understand what mom means?" sulastri asked whispering in Rianti's ear. Rianti nodded.
"Mom, is Master Teacher gone?" ask Rianti. Sulastri smiled. Rianti's face had already begun to soften.
"Already, Son. Is there something you want to talk about?" ask Sulastri. Rianti. He pointed towards the green turban lying at the end of the sofa. The turban was used by Master Izzul Islam to wipe the cold sweat on his neck. He forgot to bring it.
Sulastri stood up again and took the turban. He approached Rianti and asked him to stand up. Green turban in his hand then he hangs on Rianti's neck.
Rianti's mouth was gaping and his gaze was fixed looking at Sulastri's face. Sulastri scrunched his forehead. He moved his palm in front of Rianti's face. Rianti's gaze remained unkempt. He was currently not looking at Sulastri. But seeing a repeat of the dream when Sulastri draped him a green turban like the one now wrapped around his neck while he was still in prison. Tears of Rianti are flowing again. Sulastri looked a little panicked. He shook Rianti's body.
"Richthy? you okay, son?"
Rianti did not answer. His tears are flowing more and more.
Rianti turned his body towards the west after a long time of pecking in his silence. Sulastri still watched him anxiously. Rianti's body was blown to the floor. He nodded then prostrated.
"Yes, God. My obedience to You is no greater than the dirt on the end of my nails. But the gift You gave me was so great that I could not bear it.
Yes, Allah. You have replaced my humiliation with this glory. Make him whom You show in my dreams, as my agent draw nearer to You."
Rianti dissolved in his tears. Sulastri who was just standing watched him prostrate, approached and woke him up. He kissed Rianti on the forehead and hugged her tightly.
"Wake, Son. Do not let your cry be like Zulaikha's. The cry that made the Prophet Joseph wait too long."
Sulastri turned to look at the photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging far away in the corner of the room. It was too far away, but his smile could still be seen. Sulastri smiled.
"It is complete trust that your father has placed on me. This is the height of my happiness and devotion. I hope I deserve to see your father in heaven." Sulastri sighed and lowered his face. He wiped his tears.
Adzan Dhuhur sounded. The veins penetrate every cavity in the heart. Fill every space, and drive away every obstruction in the heart.