NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#157
The chants of the holy verses of the Qur'an are heard singing melodiously before I take the dawn adhan. Sulastri had returned to lay his body on his alphabet while waiting for dawn. His hands still seemed to move slowly twisting grain by grain. His eyes fixedly stared at Rianti who was taking her clothes out of the closet. She did not understand why Rianti took all her clothes out of the closet.
"Why get kicked out again, son. Aren't those clothes on the strip?" sulastri asked after long holding back her curiosity. Rianti smiled. The clothes he put out were moved to the bed.
"Mau Rianti put it in the bag, ma'am. Rianti suddenly remembered his time in prison. All the clothes are in the bag." Rianti sat down on the side of the bed. Clothes that had been piled on the bed folded small and one by one put it into a bag. Seeing that, Sulastri smiled slightly while shaking his head.
"Rianti kangen with Jamila. It has been a month more Rianti did not see him," continued Rianti after a long silence. Rianti glanced towards the blue batik motif headscarf whose tip was visible between the folds of clothing. Rianti smiled. Take it and put it up.
"Tara..., the blue-hooded woman with the batik motif?" rianti said while moving his head. Seeing that Sulastri only smiled a little. He recalled when fifteen years ago Master Izzul Islam sent him a letter because he considered a woman in a blue hooded batik motif in his dream. So long is the wait that Master Izzul Islam lived to get the guidance that he believes from God. And now, after his belief was now fixed on Rianti as the woman in his dream, he could never also have Rianti. This world is full of mystery. I don't know what the long wait was. Sulastri gave a long sigh. He remembered how the long journey of his life through trials that were so endless. People who used to plunge it into the valley of sin turned out to be an important intermediary to achieve success and change his life now. Rightly said the wise man. If we follow the process that the Lord has patiently and fully honoured, one day, the result of that process will lead us to a long victory. Victory in the eyes of man and God. When the heart is strengthened by the wisdom behind all life events, everything will certainly be lived with a smile and hope for a good reply from the Regent.
Sulastri fixed his lying position on his side. He is now lying on his back. His view is directed to the ceiling of the room. He looked back at Rianti with his face half-covered because of the glare of the lights in the middle of the room.
"Oh yeah, how many years will he be free?" sulastri. Rianti turned to his phone and checked the calendar inside. For a moment he seemed to be moving his fingers counting.
"Three more months, ma'am," replied Rianti. Sulastri nodded small. The mood for a moment was silent. Both are busy with their activities. Until unknowingly, the prayer beads in Sulastri's hands were released. He's asleep.
Sulastri opened his eyes slowly. It was like hearing the sound of a horn coming from outside the house, making him wake up from his sleep. He scrunched his forehead. He turned to look at Rianti who was staring at him, like he was listening to something he heard. He stopped his activity of folding clothes. His hearing was carefully installed.
"Have you heard what I heard?" ask Sulastri.
"Car horn?" ask Rianti. Sulastri nodded his head. Sulastri got up and just went straight to the door and opened it. The car horn was heard again from outside. Three times the sound of the horn was heard, but the gate had not yet been opened. Maybe Mr. Bayan was too soundly asleep so he didn't hear the horn. Sulastri. After closing the room door, he headed straight for the outside door. Outside it was still drizzling when Sulastri opened the door. He saw Mr. Bayan out of his guard post and ran while putting his hands on his head towards the gate. The gate was opened and not long after, a silver Fanther car entered the courtyard.
Sulastri scrunched his forehead. He was not convinced that the one who came was Master Izzul Islam, even though he knew the car well. Or was he the guest that Rianti meant? Did Master Izzul Islam contact him first to come at dawn like this? Batin Sulastri.
The car was seen stopping near the guard post. Mr. Bayan looks polite bowing his body to the driver of the car. Sulastri thought, no longer wrong. That car does belong to Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri was still standing waiting in front of the door. When Mr. Bayan like driving the car towards the terrace of the house, Sulastri immediately rushed into his room. Arriving in the room, the hijab is hanging behind the door in the sambarnya and immediately install it. After that, he walked towards the mirror. After tidying up her hijab and clothes for a moment, she stepped closer to Rianti.
"Come, you dress well. It seems we are indeed the arrival of guests," Sulastri told Rianti who was still busy folding clothes. Rianti scrunched his forehead.
"Guests? Whose guest, ma'am," asked Rianti curiously.
"Here, you immediately followed my mother out," said Sulastri. He immediately rushed out of the room and headed for the terrace of the house.
Sulastri's heart was pounding when he saw Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam standing on the porch of the house just outside the house. Nyai Mustiani herself, when she saw Sulastri coming out of the house, she immediately approached. Without saying anything, he immediately hugged Sulastri's body. Her crying broke instantly. Sulastri who did not understand what was going on could only be stunned. She did not expect Nyai Mustiani to hold her tightly and cry.
"I'm sorry, Sulastri. Forgive me for all my arrogance all this time. I have defied God by insulting Rianti. Cursed be me if you do not forgive me" Nyai Mustiani said with a sigh. Sulastri smiled. Both of his hands remained stiff, straight down. Doubt returned Nyai Mustiani's embrace.
"It's okay, Miss Nyai. The matter was never questioned by Rianti. He always advised me not to return hate with hate. Moreover, Nyai ma'am is the wife of a pious man. It would be a great sin for us to hate the family of Ms. Nyai,"
For a moment the atmosphere became silent. Only an occasional sobbing of Nyai Mustiani among the sounds of tarhim began to be heard from a distance.
"Assalamualaik."
Nyai Mustiani, Master Guru Izzul Islam and Sulastri turned his head. Rianti appeared at the door. Seeing Master Izzul Islam, he lowered his face. But he was so surprised that suddenly Nyai Mustiani so quickly approached and hugged him. Increasingly shocked because the body of Nyai Mustiani suddenly decays and is now in a position to rest in front of him. Seeing that, Rianti immediately dropped his body. He tried to lift up Nyai Mustiani's body, but Nyai Mustiani tightly held both hands.
Rianti could only be speechless as Nyai Mustiani kissed alternately his hands. He had tried to pull his hand, but Nyai Mustiani's hand was so tight. Nyai Mustiani's tears soaked her palms.
"I'm sorry, son. Mom made a big mistake. If only you couldn't come here right now, maybe you'd be dead from this guilt. I'm ashamed, son. Shame on God. Shame on you, shame on everyone for your bad habits" Nyai Mustiani said. He felt his chest tight when he remembered how all he had done so that Master Izzul Islam did not marry Rianti. Rianti smiled. Instead he held onto Nyai Mustiani's hands and kissed her long ago. Like a child who was sitting on his mother's lap, Rianti's cries finally broke. Nyai Mustiani unceasingly kissed her head. Master Izzul Islam and Sulastri were also moved. Both of them wiped their tears.
"Yes, God. I smell like a heavenly girl. My sin was so great that I realized it too late" Nyai Mustiani said in a trembling tone.
"Mother please, come with me to come home today. Pack up. One of the recommended haste is to marry off girls. Don't refuse my wish, son. That is the cure of my guilt" whispered Nyai Mustiani in a hopeful voice. Rianti's head was lifted. After looking at him for a while, he then kissed Rianti on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, son."
Rianti smiled and nodded his head. Both of Nyai Mustiani's hands were lifted up again and kissed him.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. He dared himself to come closer. Rianti. He nodded as Sulastri gestured to lift up Nyai Mustiani's body.
"Mrs Nyai...,"
Nyai Mustiani swiftly put her index finger on Rianti's lips. He shook his head.
"No, Rianti. I don't want you to call me that. Call me like you call Miss Sulastri" said Nyai Mustiani. Rianti smiled. Nyai Mustiani fixing hijab Rianti.
The sound of the dawn Adhan rang out. Sulastri invited Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to sit on the terrace of the house. For a moment they were silent. Khusyu' heard the voice of the Adhan which sounded crowded from all directions. Nyai Mustiani who was sitting close to Rianti, put Rianti's head on his shoulders. His hand gently rubbed Rianti's head. Sometimes he kissed Rianti's head. The look on his face that had been tense, now looked calm. Happiness enveloped the faces of those who each bowed.
After I finished praying after I looked at the prayer, Master Izzul Islam turned to Sulastri.
"Mom, we pray together first" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Sulastri nodded his head and got up. Seeing Nyai Mustiani as if he did not want to let go of Rianti's hand, Sulastri hesitantly told him to call Bayan sir.
"Where are you, ma'am," said Rianti when he saw Sulastri walk bowing half his body about to come down from the porch.
"Mother wants to call Mr. Bayan join the congregation. You just stay there. Let the mother call. Excuse me Master, Miss Nyai," Sulastri said. He immediately ran small towards the guard post.