NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#158
"Sir Bayan. Mr. Bayan please go to the kitchen first. Tell bi Aisyah to prepare coffee for us," said Sulastri when he was finished from performing the morning prayers. Mr. Bayan nodded his head and immediately got up and stepped out.
"Master Teacher, Miss Nyai, we move to the living room. Let's have a better conversation" Sulastri said. Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled nodding their heads. The four of them got up. Nyai Mustiani immediately took Rianti's hand and together headed for the living room. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
Not too long in the living room. Bi Aisyah assisted Munawarah came with several glasses of drinks and food.
"Please drink, Master Teacher, Miss Nyai. The cold is like a warm drink" Sulastri said, inviting Master Izzul Islam and Nyai Mustiani. Both smiling.
"By the way, Ustadz Fahmi once told me if you want to build a boarding house around here. About the location where, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam after sipping a hot coffee plan in his hand.
Sulastri turned towards Rianti for a moment and looked back at Master Izzul Islam.
"God willing, In front of the house, Master. We just have to wait for the release of one more land, Master Teacher. The plan, indeed we want to meet Master Teacher to ask Fahmi permission. It's time for him to come home" Sulastri said.
Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"We have warned Fahmi. If you don't have your own pesantren, you can't go home. Staying in the qudwatusshalihin pesantren helps my son" Nyai Mustiani said with a smile.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh.
"We are going to lose Ustadz Fahmi. But he also had to spread the knowledge he got. From the past, he was the only santri most qualified in terms of religious science," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam added. Sulastri smiled. From the look on his face, he looks so happy.
"Alhamdulillah. It was all thanks to the guidance from Master Teacher. Nothing else I expected, other than my children, to be truly warriors of his religion. Thank you again, Master. Thank you, Nyai Ma'am. My children have been Bu Nyai and Master Teacher consider their own families" Sulastri said.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He lifted his drink and sipped it. Both of his eyes moved slowly looking for the whereabouts of Rianti's face. Since his arrival to the house, and as long as it sat in the living room, he still could not see perfectly Rianti's face. Rianti's best appearance according to him is when Rianti wears a blue batik motif hijab. He always longed for her to see him, although there had never been a chance for quite a long time because of the care of his gaze from a woman who was not his mahrom. Although the ta'aruf allows her to see her face and her palms, she is ashamed to do so. After all he felt, there was no need for ta'aruf anymore. The guidance of God in his dream remains more important. In fact, even if the blue hooded woman batik motif in her dream is a blind or disabled person, she will still accept it.
For a moment. The mood became quiet. There was only the sound of the glass clashing with the cup when they alternately drank their drink. The atmosphere outside the house began to look bright. The drizzle is still visible. The sound of sparrows perched on the tree in front of the house, began to sound boisterous. The sound of flowing water was heard clearly, adding to the hidmat atmosphere that morning. Like yesterday. Perhaps the cloud that covers the sky today will end until tonight. For three days, the sky was always cloudy. The rain is only punctuated for a moment by drizzle.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Lastri. My purpose here, in addition to apologizing, is also to ask for Bu Lastri's approval to bring Rianti's son with us. We want their wedding to be held soon. Hopefully with that, the anger of my late husband that I saw in my dream last night will subside. What I saw in my dream last night was a real warning to me. Please consider, Mom. I will not rest easy if I do not marry them immediately" Nyai Mustiani said expectantly. His eyes glistened. Sulastri gave a long sigh. He looked towards Rianti. Sulastri's eyes suddenly glazed over. It was like tears were being held back. Rianti lowered his face. He understood what Sulastri was feeling. Let alone forever. Not accompanying her one day at home, almost every minute Sulastri called her. That is also what he always complained about every night before going to bed. Sulastri always expressed his sad feelings if one day Rianti really went away.
"All I leave to Rianti, Miss Nyai. The decision is with him" Sulastri said, bowing his head. Words stammering. There was a sound of crying from his mouth. Seeing that, Rianti got up and stepped closer to Sulastri's seat. He sat down next to Sulastri. Sulastri's body was embraced.
"No, Ma. As long as there is a mother, the decision is in the hands of the mother. I'm not going anywhere if you don't allow it" whispered Rianti. Her tears are breaking. Sulastri rubbed his eyes. He took a long breath. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. He paused for a moment and stared at the photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging on the wall of the living room. Rianti also directed his gaze towards the photo.
Sulastri turned his gaze towards Rianti after being satisfied to look at the photo of Yulian Wibowo. Rianti's back rubbed gently. He sighed and smiled.
"You should get married, son. Your father always expressed his greatest hope. He wants to be proud of his many descendants on the side of the Prophet. You are the successor of that hope. After all, you getting married does not mean you will leave your mother" Sulastri said in a calm tone. Rianti nodded his head. Sulastri's body was held tightly back. Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Please, Miss Nyai. All I leave to Bu Nyai and Master Teacher. As Miss Nyai said. We don't have to postpone their marriage anymore. If the day is good, the sooner the better" Sulastri said. Nyai Mustiani let out a long sigh while rubbing her chest full of gratitude. He glanced at Master Teacher Izzul Islam who was heard saying hamdalah.
"If it is allowed, we will bring Nak Rianti with us today, Miss Lastri. Next we will consult with the family first to determine the good day for their marriage." Nyai Mustiani let out a long sigh. He looked towards Rianti and Master Guru Izzul Islam.
"They've both waited too long for this moment. As my mother said, we will not delay it any more. And thank you for everything, Miss Lastri. Thank you for the great souls of Ms. Sulastri and Nak Rianti, who have sincerely forgiven us. May God always give His protection to all of us" continued Nyai Mustiani. The three of them simultaneously agreed on the words Nyai Mustiani.
"Mr Nyai, Master Teacher. Let me take Rianti for a moment to the room. There's something I need to talk about" Sulastri said.
"Owch, please, Ma'am," said Nyai Mustiani. Sulastri held Rianti's hand. After bowing his head in front of Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, he took Rianti to the room.
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