NIGHT BUTTERFLY
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Nyai Mustiani sighed in annoyance. His face was pucker hard. Eyes slashing. His teeth clenched against each other. He tried to hold his hand to remain silent. But due to his mounting anger and resentment, his hand came back violently against the table. Some of the plates used covered the food, colliding on the table.

"No adab. Not santri. Just come here to eat and sleep. The science will not be barokah" Nyai Mustiani said grumpily. Suhaini and Jamila did not dare to raise their faces.

Master Izzul Islam woke up from his recline when he heard the sound of a table being kicked from outside. The skullcap he had placed on the table immediately picked him up and rushed out.

"Mother?" said Master Izzul Islam when he saw Nyai Mustiani standing with both hands pressing the table. In front of him, Suhaini and Jamila appeared to be bowed in. Master Izzul Islam is approaching. He held the back of Nyai Mustiani.

"What's up, Mom. There was no noise" said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani sighed in annoyance.

"The adab lesson in this cottage seems to have to be reviewed. Santri-santri you do not have morals" said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam sighed. He turned towards Suhaini and Jamila.

"You two, return to the dormitory" said Master Izzul Islam. Suhaini and Jamila nodded slowly. The two then got up and walked slowly leaving Master Guru Izzul Islam and Nyai Mustiani.

Master Izzul Islam poured white water into a glass in front of him. He then gave it to Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani shakes her head. He gestured with his eyes for Master Izzul Islam to place him on the table. Master Izzul Islam again gave a long sigh.

"Mom, tell me, what really happened so that moral problems are discussed,"

"That, the Zulhiyani. He came home without saying goodbye. As a good santri, he should not treat mother, who is the mother of a pesantren leader, like this. You should have put more emphasis on Adab to them,"

Master Izzul Islam smiled. He held Nyai Mustiani's body and invited her to sit down.

"Zulhiyani was a child, Mom. Not that he's uncivilized. She was just scared because my mother suddenly wanted to marry her to me. Of course he was surprised too, Mom. He's not here to find a husband. He's here to study,"

Nyai Mustiani. His gaze sharply looked at Master Teacher Izzul Islam.

"Mom starts to dislike you advising me like that. It's the same way you blame mom's actions." Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam holds his mother's hand, trying to keep Nyai Mustiani in place.

"Yes, God, Mom. Not what Mom said. Yes, God, forgive me, ma'am,"

"Ah, already. Anyway, I'm not satisfied that this mother's wish is not fulfilled."

After saying that, Nyai Mustiani pulled his hand from the grip of Master Izzul Islam. With quick steps, he immediately left Master Izzul Islam towards his room. Master Izzul Islam shook his head, sighing at Nyai Mustiani.

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It didn't feel like the night was getting late. The sound of the wind that was not heard for several hours ago. Back more. His roaring voice, made the people who were still awake become frightened. The roaring sound of the telecommunications tower by the roadside created a terrifying sound.

Sulastri awoke from his sleep. The sound of the wind blowing hard out there shocked him. He looked beside her. There was only Rianti's blanket folded and placed on a bolster pillow. Over time he heard the recitation of the Qur'an in chanting among the sounds of wind. Sulastri raised his body slowly. Rianti was reading the Qur'an under the bed. Sulastri. The wind outside the house sounded very scary and made her guts shrivel. He immediately got up and headed to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water'.

Nyai Mustiani got up slowly from her bed. The blanket that covered his body was removed. The sound of a zinc roof in the back shed of the house was so noisy hit by the harsh wind. He felt unsettled because the zinc sound disturbed his calm.

Nyai Mustiani stepped outside her room. He just went straight to the porch. He felt he had to wake Abdul Khalik to fix the roof of the warehouse so as not to cause noise again. Slowly Nyai Mustiani opened the door. He was so surprised when the wind that blew pushed hard the door he opened.

Nyai Mustiani rubbed her eyes a few times. Like not believing what he sees now. He tried to get closer while continuing to maintain his balance from the violent wind. He seemed to know a middle-aged man in green robes in front of the gate. Getting closer, he began to believe what he saw was now true. Nyai Mustiani smiled. He raised both his hands to hug the man as he continued to approach.

Cat!

Nyai Mustiani stopped her steps and retreated a few steps. When there were only three steps left he would actually be able to hug the man's body, suddenly the man let out a whip from behind his body. The cemeti then hit it hard towards the ground and let out sparks. The man's face flushed red with an unhappy look towards Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani shook her head.

"Change? Why is Abah looking at me like that. I miss you so much, Abah. I'd love to hug you" Nyai Mustiani said. Her tears are flowing. The man called Abah was silent with his sharp gaze. Cemeti in his hand like he was about to swing again. Nyai Mustiani waved her hand trying to prevent.

"I beg you, take a little look, Abah. I was afraid that Abah would look at me like that. What mistakes have I made that Abah is not happy like that. Please, Abah. Let me get closer."

Nyai Mustiani tried to get closer again. But just as his first steps swung him, the man raised his crest to make Nyai Mustiani retreat back to where he was. He shook his head. Her tears are flowing. The eyes of the man remained unchanged. His body Nyai Mustiani decays and finally makes him rest on the ground.

"I beg you, what is my fault, Abah," said Nyai Mustiani again. The man looked back and suddenly a woman with a blue hooded batik motif appeared from behind his body. Nyai Mustiani's eyes were wide-eyed. It was like a still statue that did not move. His gaze now unblinkingly looked at the blue hooded woman of batik motif, who was now standing parallel to the left of the man. The man is seen embracing the body of a blue hooded female batik motif. Cemeti in his hand was thrown and fell right before Nyai Mustiani.

من عاد لي وليا فقد آذنته بالحرب

After saying that, the man turned around and took the blue hooded batik woman away. Seeing that, Nyai Mustiani immediately got up and tried to chase after him. But strangely, men and women in blue hoods batik motifs that suddenly disappeared once out of the gate of the house.

"Change! Wait, Abah. Please, don't go. Abah!" yell Nyai Mustiani.

* * * * *

Shodaqollahul Adzim."

Rianti ends his recitation of the Koran. He looked back. Sulastri looks solemn' twisting grain by grain tasbih in his hand. Rianti turned around and kissed Sulastri's hand. Sulastri smiled.

"Come, you rest there. Your body also has a right to rest" Sulastri said. Rianti smiled.

"No, Ma. I don't know why tonight I feel like a guest is coming. I was forced to sleep too I was not sleepy. Than spending time imagining. I'd better go with my mother to recite while waiting for dawn" Rianti said. Sulastri scrunched his forehead.

"What kind of nights are you. Look, it's 3 o'clock" Sulastri said as he turned his gaze toward the wall clock.

Rianti raised both his shoulders.

"Come, Ma. I just feel like I don't need to sleep tonight" Rianti said. He looked at Sulastri and smiled.

"Why so, I feel Master Izzul Islam told me to read the practice he had given first" continued Rianti. Sulastri smiled and rubbed Rianti's head. Sulastri nodded his head.

"Then, take your prayer beads and sit down near your mother. We'll read it together" Sulastri said. Rianti smiled. It pulls the prayer mat back so that it is parallel to the Sulastri prayer mat. They also began to fervently read the wirid.