NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#133
The night after isya'. The atmosphere in the qudwatushhalihin boarding school is crowded with santri muhadarah activities. Occasional clapping sounds rang out in the boarding hall where activities were held. The wind blows cold.
In his room, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was seen pacing back and forth massaging his chin. Happiness because he managed to find a blue hooded woman batik motif for a while still stranded. He was still focused on thinking about Qurratul Aini. His bad premonition about Qurratul Aini, since seeing him enter the restaurant zamora finally revealed as well. Looking at the video recorded by Zaebon, which shows how Qurratul Aini is so free to cuddle with another man who is not his mahrom, making him shake his head in disbelief. But he soon realized, Qurratul Aini was just an ordinary man even though she was the daughter of a great scholar. That doesn't guarantee. All humans have the nature to make mistakes. As one scholar said; a child cannot be full with what his father eats. Qan'an, the son of Noah, did not escape the punishment of Allah for betraying his father.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. The problem now was that he did not know how to explain it to his mother. Showing the video as a proposition to reject his marriage to Qurratul Aini is tantamount to exposing someone's disgrace. He doesn't want that.
tock, tock, tock.
The sound of the door being knocked. Master Izzul Islam.
"Who,"
"I am Abdul Khalik, Master Teacher. I am with Zaebon" Abdul Khalik replied from the outside.
"Send him in, Lik," said Master Izzul Islam. He stepped onto the sofa and sat down. Zaebon was seen coming in and closing the door.
"Sit down, Bon," said Master Izzul Islam. Zaebon bowed his body. After greeting Master Izzul Islam, he then sat down. Both of his hands were placed on his lap.
"I call you just to tell you that what you see in the Zamora restaurant is just between the two of us. Delete the video on your phone, and assume it never happened. It's about someone's disgrace. We do not want our disgrace to be shown before the court of Allah only because we cannot keep our brother's secret" the message of Master Izzul Islam. Zaebon nodded.
"Well, that's all. You can go out" continued Master Izzul Islam. Zaebon. After greeting Master Izzul Islam, he retreated slowly and came out.
" Yes, God. Give the servant a way out of this problem," urged Master Izzul Islam. He leaned his head on the sofa. What is happening now is determined by God. The revelation of the behavior of Qurratul Aini today, is one of the ways God smooths the way of marrying Rianti. But the question remains the same, how should he explain to his mother when her fear exposes the disgrace of Qurratul Aini in front of others. This is one of the best ways to cancel the wedding.
Master Izzul Islam releases his coffee. He rubbed his hair back a few times. After that, he got up from his seat. He thought, it's good he took ablution' and did the prayer. Only God can give him the right way out. Master Izzul Islam out and ablution'.
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Master Izzul Islam stared at the wall clock in his room. Hour 22: 10. Usually, at this hour his mother had not slept. There are some santriwati who usually called him to just massage his body or accompany him before he slept.
Master Izzul Islam opened the door of his room and stepped towards Nyai Mustiani's room. He stood for a moment as he arrived in front of the door of Nyai Mustiani's room. He tried to hear voices in the room. Slender. He hesitated to knock on the door. Afraid Nyai Mustiani is asleep.
There was a sound of coughing and deheman several times from inside Nyai Mustiani's room. Master Izzul Islam dared to knock on the door.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," he called perlan.
"Waalaikum salam. What are you, Zul." Nyai Mustiani's hoarse voice rang out from inside the room. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Are you alone again?" ask Master Izzul Islam.
"Yes, come in."
Master Izzul Islam opened the door slowly. He found Nyai Mustiani applying balm on his leg. Master Teacher Izzul Islam rushed over to him and immediately grabbed hold of Nyai Mustiani's leg and massaged her.
"Tumben does not call santriwati, ma'am," asked Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani took two pillows and placed them behind her shoulders as a backrest.
"Here you go, I just told you to go back to the cottage" replied Nyai Mustiani.
Nyai Mustiani. He looked at Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom doesn't know either. From earlier the mind of the mother who was innate anxious and restless continues. No rain, no wind. Just come by,"
"Told to read the Qur'an kali, ma'am,"
"Already too. Earlier, while in the santri massage, I read the Qur'an up to one juz." Nyai Mustiani improved her body position. He laid his body slowly aided by Master Izzul Islam.
"You haven't rested yet either" Nyai Mustiani said after finding a comfortable position in her recline. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Same, I haven't been able to sleep either, Mom,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled. He patted the arm of Master Izzul Islam.
"Then you stay with me here until I go to bed."
Master Izzul Islam nodded his head with a smile. He was silent for a moment. While looking down to massage Nyai Mustiani's feet, he tried to wait for the right time to start the conversation.
"Mom, actually, there's something I want to talk to you about, mom,"
"What's? Want to talk about your armpit?" answer Nyai Mustiani. He didn't look. He closed his eyes.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He grabbed Nyai Mustiani's hands and kissed her. Nyai Mustiani reopened her eyes. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"You want the time to be accelerated, on retreat or.cancelled,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled again. He sighs. Nyai Mustiani did not smile at all. His expression was flat. Master Teacher Izzul Islam began to hesitate to say it. But he opened it.
"Bismillah" said Mr. Izzul Islam in his heart. He sneered once while gulping his saliva deeply.
"Mom. Please, don't be angry. Listen to my story until it's over. Hopefully at the end of the story, we can find the best solution together," said Master Izzul Islam full of gentleness. Nyai Mustiani's forehead shriveling. His facial expression looked unhappy. He began to suspect, Master Izzul Islam changed his mind. But he's still quiet. It seems he followed the request of Master Izzul Islam to hear the story until it ran out.
"Mom, I've spent fifteen years living a celibate life. Many people are not happy out there who say that I am Master Teacher who does not like the sunnah of the Prophet, and choose to live celibacy. I believe, someday, God will surely meet me with the blue hooded woman batik motif. God will not break His promise. We are just required to remain patient." Master Izzul Islam stopped his words. Both of Nyai Mustiani's hands which he still held, he placed on his chest. Nyai Mustiani could clearly feel the heartbeat of Master Izzul Islam. He felt a huge tremor in the chest of Master Izzul Islam. The look on his face that was not happy began to weaken. He is still waiting for Master Izzul Islam to continue his conversation.
"Mom, I've found a woman with a blue hooded batik motif. And that is not Qurratul Aini" said Master Izzul Islam. The look in his eyes showed a twinkle of happiness. Nyai Mustiani let out a short sigh. Both hands he pulled slowly from the chest of Master Izzul Islam and then released it. He returned sighing.
"Whoever the blue hooded woman you are referring to is batik, we have already begun our agreement with Master Faeshal. We'll be labeled hypocrites. Your father's big name, your pesantren's big name, your big name will be at stake" Nyai Mustiani said. He seemed not interested in asking who the woman in blue hooded batik motif.
Master Izzul Islam lowered his face. He really had no answer after promising not to use the video to answer Nyai Mustiani's question.
"Already, Son. Our religion still allows you to marry some women according to the limits of the Shari'a and can do justice. We don't need to betray our deal with Master Faeshal. You only need permission from Qurratul Aini to marry the blue hooded woman batik motif. But not too soon. Perhaps that is also the meaning of your dream" Nyai Mustiani said. He seems to be starting to smile. Master Izzul Islam forced himself to smile.
"Now, go get some rest. Mother is getting sleepy" Nyai Mustiani said, closing her mouth. Master Izzul Islam nodded. He grabbed Nyai Mustiani's right hand and kissed her. He then stepped towards the door.
"Remember, Izzul, don't think too much about it. If you can do justice, up to four of you can still marry the batik-motif blue-hooded woman" Nyai Mustiani said when Mr. Izzul Islam wanted to close the door. Master Izzul Islam smiled and closed the door.