NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#148
The sky returned to the sky. Nature is getting a little dark. The wind that blows occasionally, reported that the rain will soon fall.
Abdul Khalik immediately opened the gate when the car driven by Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was seen approaching. Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Nurasmin who just finished lunch are seen still sitting on the porch of the house.
"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am, sir," said Master Izzul Islam when he got out of his car. He immediately greeted Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Nurasmin.
"Wa alaikum salam" answered the two in unison.
"You've eaten, son," said Nyai Mustiani when Master Izzul Islam had sat near Mr. Nurasmin. Master Izzul Islam smiled. The turban on his shoulders was firmly held when the wind blew.
"Already, Mom. I stopped by the restaurant, Ms. Pratiwi."
Nyai Mustiani.
"Why did you eat it there? where have you been?"
Master Izzul Islam sighed. He was silent for a moment. He looked at Nyai Mustiani.
"I just came from Sulastri's house, Mom," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam in a soft voice.
Nyai Mustiani scrunched her forehead.
"Sulastri's House?" Nyai Mustiani let out a rough sigh and shook her head. He seemed unhappy with the reply of Master Izzul Islam.
Seeing Nyai Mustiani silent and unresponsive, Master Izzul Islam rose and approached. He sat next to Nyai Mustiani.
"Mom, earlier I was sorry if I went there without telling mom. I'm there to apologize because we've canceled unilaterally, what we agreed to before. We don't have any problems with Sulastri's family, ma'am. We've known Mrs Sulastri for a long time. Ustadz Fahmi is considered to be our own family. Don't let it just because of this problem our relationship is not good."
Nyai Mustiani shook her head again.
"That makes you not like, even if Rianti has a bad past, they should be self-aware and not accept our application. They never thought about what it would be like if the video was everywhere,"
Master Izzul Islam again sighed. The back of Nyai Mustiani's palm rubbed gently.
"That's just the past, Mom. Rianti has repented. He also did not know that one of his friends at that time filmed the incident. Even if you don't like it, it's not through a short message, Mom. We start it the right way. We should talk about it carefully to keep their feelings." The look in Nyai Mustiani's eyes began to sharpen slightly. The defense of Master Izzul Islam made him feel cornered.
"You've been patronizing me for a long time, Izzul. You seem to be defending them more than your own mother,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He immediately grabbed Nyai Mustiani's hand and kissed her.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean it that way. I just want our relationship with everyone to be good. Nothing else, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam. He kissed Nyai Mustiani's hand again. Master Izzul Islam sat down in front of Nyai Mustiani.
"Actually the problem won't be long if you don't act as a hero by coming to them to apologize. They had him covered when mom told them through WA. Therefore, do not like to act alone if your parents are still alive. As great and as smart as you are" said Nyai Mustiani. The hand of Master Izzul Islam was removed. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. Hearing Nyai Mustiani with such an annoyed tone, he chose silence.
"Son Izzul. You have a good tobacco that you brought from Sekaroh Village. Here, maybe you like it," said Mr. Mustarah trying to divert the conversation that led to tense. Master Teacher Izzul Islam sighed while looking at Nyai Mustiani who was reluctant to look at him again. He rises. Several times Mr. Nurasmin signaled with the blink of his eyes that Master Izzul Islam to step aside from before Nyai Mustiani while waiting for him to calm down again.
"Any mother still does not accept her to be your wife regardless of her bad behavior is her past. This video may not have been shared anywhere. But I'm sure, gradually everyone will know. I can't imagine how people view us." Nyai Mustiani. Seeing that, Master Teacher Izzul Islam stood up again and was about to help Nyai Mustiani to his room.
"You can't be alone" Nyai Mustiani said. He also stepped slowly. Master Teacher Izzul Islam could only fall silent to notice.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. After making sure Nyai Mustiani had entered his room, he again sat near Pak Nurasmin.
"It has. For now, you give up first. Let your mother calm down first" said Mr. Nurasmin. Master Izzul Islam nodded.
Mr. Nurasmin lit his cigarette. He glanced at Master Izzul Islam. He knew that currently Master Izzul Islam was confused. On the one hand he is required to always obey his mother. But on the other hand, he was at a loss on how to maintain his beliefs. It also made Mr. Nurasmin hesitant to tell the results of his conversation with Nyai Mustiani to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. In addition, he also has not come home and talked about it with Layla. But he could already confirm, Layla would refuse. Mr. Nurasmin decided not to inform Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"Then, you want to go home first, son Izzul. I'll play here again sometime" said Mr. Nurasmin.
"That's very fast, sir,"
"I've been with your mother. Your aunt will be alive too. You see, I didn't have time to tell you where to go" said Mr. Nurasmin. He rose up followed by Master Izzul Islam. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam followed Mr. Nurasmin to the parking lot.
"Dik Layla was never invited to play here, sir," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam after Mr. Nurasmin had entered his car.
"When you bring it here. He is now busy practicing pencak silat. Alhamdulillah, he also represented NTB for PON next month," said Mr. Nurasmin while starting his car engine.
"Great,dik Layla. Already a provincial athlete" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Mr. Nurasmin smiled. Slowly his car left the residence of Master Izzul Islam.
* * * * *
Master Izzul Islam stepped slowly towards his room. Before opening the door, he turned to his mother's room. After a moment of silence in front of his room, he decided to enter.
* * * * *
The phone on the bedside table shook. Rianti immediately grabbed it. A message from Sulastri.
"Son, I forgot that there was a letter from Master Izzul Islam. I put it in the dresser drawer".
Rianti got up and stepped towards the dressing table. From inside the drawer, he found a green envelope. Rianti sighed and momentarily looked at the envelope. He smiles. The distinctive aroma of Master Izzul Islam felt very soothing to his heart. He felt Master Izzul Islam as if he were in that room.
Rianti stepped back towards the bed. He slowly opened the envelope and took out a letter from it.
Bismilbornrahmanirrahim
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
Dear sister Rianti...
I begin this letter by reciting the words of Imam Shafi'i;
Let the days do as they please
strengthen yourself when destiny speaks. Do not worry about what has happened, for there is no eternity for every earthly event;
To this day I still hold my belief that you are the most precious diamond I will ever have. The more valuable a diamond is, the harder it is to get it.
I never turned away from my faith to have you. But it all takes process. Waiting for your presence since approximately fifteen years ago, until I believe, this is the most severe final process that I have to face. The rejection of my mother.
Be patient waiting for me to go through the final process. Everything is very difficult, because the word as soft as anything can hurt the heart of a mother, if she does not want to accept the reality.
I do not worry about my mother's rejection, because my dream is God willing to come true. All that worries me is how my resistance does not anger his heart. Because a mother's heart sometimes feels jealous, when there are other women who are considered more concerned about her child. We will deal with it patiently until finally we can get the full ridonly.
I love you because of God. For you are God's guide. I have been waiting for you for a long time, also because of God. May God continue to guide us. It gives us patience and fortitude in the face of all the trials and trials in life. Amens.
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Rianti slowly folded the letter he had read and brought it closer to his chest. He took a deep breath while closing his eyes slowly. His head was pushed upwards with a smile that rose sweetly from his lips. The time with Master Izzul Islam felt closer. He missed those moments. Longing for the time when his reward will increase with his dedication to a righteous husband. Only by marrying, God will bestow upon her the title of a devout wife and complete half of her religion.
* * * * *
The night after isya'. The residence of Mr. Nurasmin.
Mr. Nurasmin and his wife, Ms. Sofia, remained silent. Layla who chose to sit turned her face away from the two, like she did not want Mr. Nurasmin to continue his words.
"Layla already considers Mr. Master Izzul as my own brother. How could you marry me to him. Layla also still wants as high a school as possible, sir. If you force me like this, Layla better get out of this house" Layla said in a high tone.
Mr. Nurasmin sighed. Seeing Layla look unhappy with the conversation tonight, he stopped to switch seats next to Layla.
"No, Son. You are not forcing you. I'm just conveying your aunt's wishes. According to your aunt, it would be nice if you two were married," said Mr. Nurasmin trying to appease Layla. Layla shook her head.
"Whatever the reason, Layla won't, sir." Layla suddenly got up. Without saying goodbye first, he left the two towards his room. Sofia looked at Nurasmin. Mr. Nurasmin sighed short and massaged his forehead.
"How about it, Mom. Wanna tell me what father Nyai's sister asked me about Layla. You can't force Layla. You are really dizzy" said Mr. Nurasmin.
Sofia's mother let out a long sigh.
"Do you not dare, for once only refused the request of Nyai Mustiani," said Sofia. Mr. Nurasmin looked over for a moment.
"I don't dare, Mom. Nyai has sacrificed too much for us. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have houses and shops" Nurasmin said.
"Yes, but that's natural, sir. A sister gave something to her sister,"
Mr. Nurasmin shook his head.
For a moment they were silent.
"Or? Shouldn't we just call Izzul here, sir. We're talking about it all right. There might be another way out" Sofia said moments later. Mr. Nurasmin frowned. His eyes moved slowly here and there. He nodded a few times.
"I agree with my mother's advice. Tomorrow I will contact him. Now, you find your son there. Calm him down" said Mr. Nurasmin. Bu Sofia nodded and got up. He then rushed to Layla's room.