NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#138
The night is late. The sound of crickets screeching crowded over occasionally the sound of an owl breaking the silence of the night. Cristian and Qurratul Aini have just arrived at Zamora's restaurant. They only briefly entered the room they rented. Just keep a bag and some clothes that they will bring to Sumbawa. They went straight down to the car park. After a short conversation with the restaurant security, they agreed to leave Cristian's car, and use Qurratul Aini's car. Before leaving, the two held hands. Trying to strengthen each other against any risks they will face at the house of Qurratul Aini later. But before returning to the house of Qurratul Aini, the two agreed to ask the help of Master Izzul Islam to soften Master Faeshal. Especially with the conversion of Cristian, Qurratul Aini hopes a lot, it will be the best gift to reduce the anger of his father.
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Meanwhile. A black Avanza toyota is seen stopping under a mahogany tree. Right by the road to Sulastri's house. The atmosphere around it looks dark. Light lamps lined with a distance of three meters above the walls of the house, unable to penetrate the dense grass of leaves of the Mahogany tree. Crickets are heard in a lot of snarling. The silence of the night heard the sound of water flowing in the river not far from the big house.
Mr. Jamal lowered his car glass little by little. His eyes were watching the atmosphere in front of the house. Two men were seen coming out and chatting outside the gate. Their cigarette smoke billowed filled the light of the gate lights. Their flashlights were occasionally directed towards the dark room in front of them. Jamal gave a short sigh. The guards in the house seemed very strict. The high walls, filled with barbed wire, made the house very difficult to enter.
Jamal took one cigarette and lit it. Feeling out of reach of the two men, he slowly got out of his car. He walked slowly forward to the edge of the roadside ditch. There is no building in front of the house. Just ricefighting.
Mr. Jamal smoked his cigarette deeply. The smoke slowly poured down his arm, which was covered with mosquitoes. Outside the car, he felt uncomfortable. Mosquitoes are so crowded and interfere with their hearing. Mr. Jamal looks upset. It was like being in a mosquito nest. The mosquitoes are like getting soft and sole prey. Because he was overwhelmed, Mr. Jamal chose to re-enter the car.
Jamal smiled. After a moment of silence looking at the atmosphere in front of the gate of the house, he again set his gaze towards the rice field. He nodded his head. From the expression on his face that was expanding, it seemed like he had come up with an idea. Mr. Jamal spit once hard outwards. His cigarette butts he flicked out. The car glass is raised back. He started his car and left the place immediately.
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Master Izzul Islam was just about to close the gate after his return from filling the study in the dormitory, when a car stopped in front of him. The bright light in front of the gate, made Master Teacher Izzul Islam quickly get to know the car in front of him. But he was still waiting for the person who was going to get out of the car.
Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead when he saw Qurratul Aini get out of the car. Shortly after, a man came out. Master Teacher Izzul Islam looked at him closely. It was like he had known that man. The man is similar to the one in the video and hugs Qurratul Aini.
"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Guru" said Qurratul Aini when he was in front of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. His face was flushed with embarrassment.
"Waalaikum greetings" replied Master Izzul Islam. He came out of the gate. Qurratul Aini lowered her head in shame. Cristian himself directly closer to greet Master Izzul Islam. When Cristian was about to kiss his hand, Master Izzul Islam immediately withdrew his hand. His gaze now turned towards Qurratul Aini.
"Qurratul Aini?"
Qurratul Aini raised his face. Her watery eyes held in shame.
"I, Master Teacher," he said softly.
"There are no nights like this" said Master Izzul Islam. He glanced at his watch. It's 11 more. Qurratul Aini smiled. Still with his head down. He sighed softly.
"There's something I want to talk about, Master Teacher. Please take a moment, Master Teacher," said Qurratul Aini pleading with a quivering tone. Master Teacher Izzul Islam was silent for a moment looking at the two. After that, he turned his body.
Master Izzul Islam opened the gate wide and let the two enter.
"Please sit down" said Master Izzul Islam after arriving in the living room. He turned towards Abdul Khalik's room which was located next to the living room.
"Lik, Abdul Khaliq," called Master Izzul Islam. Abdul Khaliq, who was in his room, immediately came out as soon as he heard the call of Master Izzul Islam.
"I, Master Teacher."
"Make a drink for our guests,"
"Okay, Master Teacher."
Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Sorry, I'll go inside first. Put the book and change clothes" said Master Izzul Islam.
both nodded their heads. Master Izzul Islam immediately entered the house.
Inside the house, Master Izzul Islam found Nyai Mustiani sitting in the dining room chair. Seeing Master Izzul Islam coming, he immediately rose. Food cover on the dining table in dikita.
"Come, we'll eat first. I've been waiting for you ever since" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam sighed and looked at Nyai Mustiani. He shook his head.
"Why do you have to wait. I know that Wednesday night is a bit long." Master Izzul Islam approached Nyai Mustiani. He looked outwards.
"Mom, there are guests outside. Qurratul Aini," said Master Izzul Islam half whispered. Nyai Mustiani scrunched her forehead. He looked towards the living room.
"Qurratul Aini? Want to call him here" Nyai Mustiani said. Heard his tone unhappy. Master Izzul Islam sighed.
"Don't know either, Mom. He said there was something very important he wanted to talk about,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
Master Izzul Islam placed his index finger on his lips. A gesture for Nyai Mustiani to slow down her voice.
"Mom, Please. Think of it as a past that we do not remember for a long time. Assume it never happened. Now he's our guest. As evil as he is, we must respect him. The death of Master Teacher was indeed doomed that day. Not because of Qurratul Aini,"
"Agh, same thing,"
Master Izzul Islam fix the coffee location. Face rubbed.
"Mother." Master Izzul Islam sighed. It seems Nyai Mustiani still does not accept what Qurratul Aini has done. His face revealed his displeasure. He was afraid that Nyai Mustiani would come out and show his displeasure to Qurratul Aini.
"Mom eat first. Let me accompany them. Remember, focus on our show tomorrow. Women are veiled with batik motifs" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam with a smile. Nyai Mustiani smiled. Master Izzul Islam immediately entered his room. After changing his clothes, he immediately went out to meet Qurratul Aini and Cristian.
"Sorry, it's a long wait." Master Izzul Islam smiled as he sat down.
"Oh yeah, by the way, have you guys eaten?"
Both smiling.
"Already, Master Teacher. Thanks."
"Please drink the tea first," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam when he saw three glasses of drinks were presented on the table. Both nod.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. Alternately, he looked at both.
"I'm sorry, if I may know, what are these nights you've met me" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He felt, if he did not start opening the topic, the two looked reluctant to start first.
Qurratul Aini who was still bowing her head raised her face. But his gaze was more directed towards the cup in front of him. He was still unable to look at the face of Master Izzul Islam. Somewhat long wait, which was heard even sobs from Qurratul Aini. Cristian who was beside him rubbed the back of Qurratul Aini. Seeing that Qurratul Aini seemed unable to speak because of his howling cries, Cristian took the initiative to represent him. Inside the house. Behind the scattered mosquito nets, Nyai Mustiani steals the listen.
"Look at Master Teacher. We're here, the first is to apologize profusely for Aini's escape from home. In that case, we have harmed Master Teacher. We plead guilty and once again apologize profusely. Aini is not wrong. I was the one who took her out of the house."
The cry of Qurratul Aini sounded louder and louder. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He lifted his drink cup and sipped it once. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"It's okay. Allah has told us in the Qur'an that what we have belongs to Allah. Including our lives. Everything will eventually return to God. If we never think that what we have is ours, then when we lose it, we will never be sad. Because it's not ours. You guys love each other. You should have kept your love,"
"Secondly, I want Master to guide me through the creed. I want to convert to Islam."
Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. He did not expect that the man in front of him was a Christian.
"My religion is Christian, Master Teacher," Cristian continued as he looked at him in wonder. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"God's Masya. What a beautiful night. God has sent brothers into this house and entrusted me to witness to the oneness of God. Alhamdulillahot. It is an honor for me, my brother," said Master Izzul Islam. His face glittered happily. He got up and approached Cristian. Cristian's body grabbed him and then hugged him. Cristian crying haru.
"Congratulations brother. May Allah perfect your Islam. Amen."
Master Izzul Islam took off his embrace. Nyai Mustiani who peeked inside the house looks out. Realizing that, Qurratul Aini whose cries have not subsided, immediately rose and approached Nyai Mustiani. Unceasingly he kissed Nyai Mustiani's hand back and forth.
"I'm sorry for my mistake, Miss Nyai. Im sorry. I've hurt and disappointed Nyai's family,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled. The head of Qurratul Aini rubbed it gently. Master Izzul Islam was relieved.
"It has. As Master said earlier, we must forgive each other. You and Master Teacher are now brothers" said Nyai Mustiani. The head of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini was getting more and more unable to hold back his cries. His shadow of Nyai Mustiani's anger was erased already. He felt like he was in the middle of a family that had been waiting for his presence for a long time. Nyai Mustiani invited Qurratul Aini to sit beside him.
"Is it a brother, ee...,"
"Cristian, Master Teacher,"
"sorry. Does brother Cristian really want to embrace Islam?"
Cristian nodded steadily.
"Yes, Master Teacher. I'm sure Islam is my last religion,"