NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#135/ towards the final episode
The night had shown at three o'clock when the voice of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam's mobile phone rang. Less than ten minutes from the time he usually wakes up to pray tahajjud. Master Izzul Islam rubbed his face then slowly woke up. The cell phone lying nearby was taken away. He opened the short message that came in. Master Izzul Islam looks shocked.
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi roji'un," his sigh recited the phrase istirja'.
Master Izzul Islam rise. The clothes on the hanger he picked up and put them on, he hurried to the door. When he opened the door, at the same time, Nyai Mustiani was also seen coming out of his room with a cell phone in his hand. Apparently he was also about to go to the room of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Teacher Faeshal, son," said Nyai Mustiani ahead of Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Apparently Nyai Mustiani also received the same message. Tonight, Master Faeshal has passed away.
Master Izzul Islam then approached Nyai Mustiani and invited him to the living room.
"Non call, Mom. What was the cause of Master's death and whether he died at home or in the hospital?" said Master Teacher Izzul Islam shortly after sitting on the sofa. Nyai Mustiani put her phone on the sofa. He sighed and held the hand of Master Izzul Islam.
"So my mother called Nyai Indrawati. Master Teacher's body was on his way home from the hospital. He had a heart attack after learning Qurratul Aini had run away from home" Nyai Mustiani said. He held the hand of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. He sighed long. He recalled the incident at the zamora restaurant yesterday afternoon. It's possible that he ran off with the man in the video Zaebon recorded. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"This is a lesson for us, ma'am. Times have changed. Not all children are happy with marriage. This is no longer the time of Siti Nurbaya."
Nyai Mustiani let out a short sigh. He looked at Master Izzul Islam.
"But you're okay, right?"
Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Mom, I've been waiting since my dream until now without being disappointed and sad in the least. Then why should I be sad left behind by someone I didn't know before?"
Nyai Mustiani smiled. Then he stood up. Master Izzul Islam stood up. Nyai Mustiani sticking out his hand for Master Izzul Islam to hold. Master Izzul Islam helped Nyai Mustiani walk towards her room.
"Now, all of you leave it to you. The blue hooded batik motif is yours. After nine days of Master Faeshal's death, we will come to propose to him" Nyai Mustiani said with a small smile as he reached his room.
"Or have you decided on a good day?" connect Nyai Mustiani.
Master Izzul Islam nodded steadily. Blazes of happiness flashed in his eyes.
"There's nothing that starts on Wednesday, except it's going to be perfect. That's the evidence in the book of taklim. I chose Wednesday, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani's hand kissed her and closed her door. After which, he returned to his room with an unceasing smile.
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The morning sun was shining again in the eastern sky. The news of Master Faeshal's death has been spread everywhere. The atmosphere in the funeral home is seen crowded by people who come to worship. Also at the funeral site. Precisely inside the pesantren cottage complex owned by Master Faeshal.
At 10am, Master Faeshal's funeral procession was over. Some people are still seen accompanying Nyai Indrawati. Including Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. After several other guests one by one say goodbye, Nyai Indrawati asked Master Izzul Islam and Nyai Mustiani to be silent for a moment. Although he was still embarrassed to tell what had happened, but he had to tell the truth to Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"I represent the deceased, as well as my son, would like to apologize to Ms. Nyai and Mr. Guru for not being able to fulfill our promise to marry Mr. Guru to my son. Again, we are sorry" Nyai Indrawati said. He put his head. Shame to look at both.
Nyai Mustiani got up and approached. He sat next to Nyai Indrawati. His body Indrawati.
"It's okay, Nyai. This is God's will. We also offer our condolences for the passing of Master Teacher. May his worship be received by Allah's side, Swt,"
"Amin" replied Nyai Indrawati. He looked towards Master Izzul Islam. Like something still wants to say. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head with a smile.
"Amen. Everything is arranged by God, Nyai. So it should not burden the mind of Ms Nyai," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani nodded in agreement.
"What happened, let it happen. Do not let something that we have planned and failed it will help break our relationship," continued Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Indrawati smiled.
"Then we say goodbye, Nyai. Master Izzul still has a duty in the pesantren. We will visit again sometime" said Nyai Mustiani. He invited Master Izzul Islam to wake up.
Master Teacher, if you are pleased, please take the time to lead the order on the ninth night. We urgently need the prayers of Master Guru" Nyai Indrawati said as he escorted Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to the door. Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. He felt something strange. Master Teacher Faeshal is one of the figures who idolize tahlilan. It was very awkward to hear Nyai Indrawati say it. He turned his body. Nyai Indrawati smiled.
"I've reached an agreement with our extended family. We'll hold tahlilan until the ninth night. No one is fighting about it" Nyai Indrawati said. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled nodding his head.
"God willing, if there are no obstacles, I will come with the students every night" said Master Izzul Islam as he stepped towards the car.
The two of them immediately entered the car and left for home.
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The scorching sun slowly dissipates when under the lush coconut trees. This afternoon. In a port. The sound of waves crashing sounded unceasingly hit the beach. The cold wind caressed the faces of Qurratul Aini and Cristian who were waiting for the arrival of a speed boat, which would lead them to the port of Maluk Sumbawa Besar. Today they agreed to leave the island of a thousand mosques to start a new life on the island of Sumbawa. They feel it is no longer safe if they stay in Lombok. Both the Cristian family and Qurratul Aini must be looking for both at this time. They agreed not to be separated regardless of the risk. But they waited three hours. A special boat belonging to one of Cristian's friends never came. They worry if anyone knows them, knowing their whereabouts. Especially Master Faeshal. If until Qurratul Aini was found, his father would not hesitate to kill him. Coupled with Signal in that place which was bad, so Cristian had trouble contacting him. Qurratul Aini was already looking bored waiting. His gaze was thrown far into the blue sea. Cristian approached Qurratul Aini. He then took her to sit in one of the small lesehan that provides some young coconuts.
The voice of Adzan dhuhur rang out. His melodious groove was carried away by the wind, breaking through and settling into Cristian's heart. She tried to resist, but somehow, her tears seemed to have been unable to hold back at the end of her eyes.
Qurratul Aini, who was enjoying his dark ice drink, quietly watched him. Qurratul Aini held his hand. Cristian smiled but looked a little bland.
"What's wrong? Are you sorry?" ask Qurratul Aini. Cristian smiled again. He placed both his hands on the hands of Qurratul Aini. He looked at the face of Qurratul Aini, but his ears were not diverted from hearing the sound of the Adhan that really cooled his ears. The voice of the Adhan that he had always covered his ears when he heard it. At his home, he was always getting ready to cover his ears when the time of the Adhan was near. He never really wanted to hear it perfectly.
But this time, I don't know. He suddenly could not block the sound from entering his ears. Like there was a very sharp object that pierced through thick barriers in his ear hole. There's no limit. Letter by letter of the Adhan, as if he were laughing at a small, pulsating dot in the center of his heart. What is this sound? his inner. For a moment, Cristian's soul seemed to have been detached from the rough rhino.
Qurratul Aini scrunched his forehead. His smile was not answered by Cristian. He realized that Cristian was not looking at him at the moment. And there were clear details appearing in both corners of his eyes. Cristian crying. Qurratul Aini draws both hands of Cristian. Cristian was torn from silence. He is like a confused person.
"You crying?" ask Qurratul Aini when he has made sure Cristian has awakened.
"I'm crying?" cristian asked back. He touched both his eyes. There was a liquid that soaked the face of his fingertips. Cristian smiles.
"Hey, what's wrong with you, Cristian. You okay?" ask Qurratul Aini while smiling in astonishment.
"I don't know Aini, maybe." Cristian stopped his words. He heard no more of the voice of the Adhan. Is over. He stands. The hand of Qurratul Aini was drawn to stand. Qurratul Aini looked at him in wonder.
"Isn't it time to pray?"
"What?" said Qurratul Aini astonishment. Since when was Cristian interested in taking care of such a thing? Not finished his taste, Cristian again pulled his hand.
"Where are we going, Cristian,"
"We need to find a mosque. You must pray first. Let me accompany you" said Cristian. Qurratul Aini was really curious. Cristian's attitude today suddenly bears strange fruit and confuses him. But inevitably, he complies wherever Cristian takes him.