NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#162
Prayer has been completed. The invited guests who have come since Maghrib had chosen to remain in the pesantren mosque waiting for the wedding ceremony to begin. The atmosphere really looks crowded. The santri look enthusiastic watching the moment they have long been waiting for. After a long time, finally Master Izzul Islam held his marriage. In the courtyard of the mosque, where the santriwati who was in the partition from where the son santri sat, sounded boisterous. The whispers of their congregation around the wedding of Master Izzul Islam so a hot topic that occasionally makes a boisterous atmosphere. Some santriwati who ngefans with Mr. Guru Izzul Islam so the subject of ridicule his friends.
"Please the audience, the invited guests who happened to be in the pesantren, to immediately occupy the place that has been provided in the mosque. God willing, we'll start the show soon." The sound of MC calling through the loudspeaker. The boisterous atmosphere slowly began to calm down. Several senior santri were seen directing invited guests who were still gathered at the gate to immediately enter the mosque.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, accompanied by Fahmi and Abdul khalik on his left and right side, looks authoritative by wearing green robes up the mosque. Behind her, Rianti wearing a blue dress and blue headscarf motif batikiknya holding tightly hands Sulastri and Farida who accompanied her. The aura of beauty emitted her face, stunned the people who saw her. Flashes of camera shots from various directions, blinding the eyes.
The sky above the pesantren looks bright. Clearly, the stars up there showed their beautiful luster against the background of the dark sky. The wind blows breezy. As if you do not want sweat to dirty the faces and bodies of both brides.
Both Rianti and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam unceasingly recite hamdalah. What the two are feeling now is something that has never been felt before. Only lovers whose love has been united can feel it. Isn't the most beautiful thing that lovers feel is when their love can be put together?
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The hand of Master Teacher Izzul Islam shook when Mr. Sahril, who had once been entrusted a message from Yulian Wibowo to represent him as the guardian of Rianti if something happens, clasped tightly the hand of Master Izzul Islam. After taking a deep breath, Mr. Sahril stared fixedly at Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"Last Brother Izzul Islam bin Tuan Guru Liwaul Hamdi. I marry you and I trust you with Rianti bint Yulian Wibowo, whose guardian has submitted to me to marry her to you with a dowry a set of prayer clothes and one million five hundred thousand rupiah paid in cash.” Quickly Master Izzul Islam jerked his hand.
"I accept the marriage of Rianti bint Yulian Wibowo with a set of prayer clothes and one million and five hundred thousand rupiah paid in cash,"
"Well! legitimately ! legitimately !
Shouted the audience who were present when Master Izzul Islam completed his qabul agreement. All the attendees who were present simultaneously said hamdalah. The calm atmosphere returned to the boisterous. The sound of applause was heard from the direction santriwati was sitting. Rianti's tears are dripping. So did Sulastri who was sitting behind him. Finally, the complete waiting for Master Izzul Islam for fifteen years. His patience is now yielding the right results. Allah will not break His promise to His servants who are patient in all the trials He brings. Nor does Allah place a test beyond the ability of His servant. It is too hasty to complain, which makes a servant give up and finally sue qada' and qadar Allah. And there will be nothing for him except sin and a bad ending.
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The masters of Izzul Islam, Rianti and Nyai Mustiani waved their hands at Sulastri's car which started to leave the gate of the house. They remained standing until the car was no longer visible from their sight. The atmosphere immediately became quiet after a few hours, the terrace of the house of Master Izzul Islam was so crowded by pilgrims who wanted to congratulate. Gift gifts from invited guests piled neatly on the table that has been prepared on the terrace of the house. The wind felt as breezy as it blew carrying the scent of rain. Abdul Khalik, who had just finished cleaning the glasses on the porch table, immediately went down and stood bowing his head as Nyai Mustiani, Rianti and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam walked towards the house.
"Lik, you rest yes. Fruits and pastries on the table you take to your room" Nyai Mustiani said as she passed in front of Abdul Khalik. Abdul khalik nodded his head. Master Izzul Islam took the time to hold Abdul Khalik's shoulder. Abdul khalik smiled. After the three entered the house, he returned to the terrace of the house. After putting the fruits and the rest of the cakes on the table, he stepped towards his room.
The clock on the wall has shown at 1 p.m. Rianti who first stopped by in his room Nyai Mustiani went out to accompany Nyai Mustiani to the room of Master Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani knocks on Master Guru Izzul Islam's room. Not waiting long, Master Teacher Izzul Islam opened the door. He smiled when he saw Nyai Mustiani and Rianti standing at the door.
"I'm sorry if I hold your wife for a second. She told me to accompany me to dinner in my room. If you have not eaten, let Rianti prepare you" Nyai Mustiani said. Rianti smiled a shy smile.
"No need, Mom. I am still full" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Then, I give back my Rianti. I want to call Jamiladan Suhaini first to accompany my mother to sleep. Come on, son, you go in there," Nyai Mustiani said as she pushed slowly onto Rianti's body. Rianti smiled. Master Izzul Islam took a few steps back and gave Rianti his way in. Nyai Mustiani smiled. The door to Master Izzul Islam's room was closed.
The fragrance of the perfume of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam filled the room. Rianti's favorite perfume. Fragrance that he always wanted to breathe when before always remembered Master Izzul Islam. Rianti was still standing in front of the door when Nyai Mustiani had closed it a minute ago. He was still embarrassed to step up and confused what to do. His body barely moved. He just lowered his head with sweat that started to gather on his forehead. He was still waiting for Master Izzul Islam to greet him. He felt like he was still a stranger in that place. Only one word of greeting is currently waiting from the mouth of Master Izzul Islam.
Likewise with Master Teacher Izzul Islam. He still stands in his original position. He still could not say a word to just mince words to welcome Rianti's arrival. Rianti really looks graceful with his blue color gamis and hijab. The eyes of Master Teacher Izzul Islam could only glance towards the water-filled container that was right beside Rianti standing.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He felt that he had stood up for too long in silence. She had to start because of course at this time, Rianti felt embarrassed, awkward and maybe afraid to start her first night with a foreign man who is now her husband. He as the owner of the house should be able to make Rianti start to feel that he has the room tonight.
Master Izzul Islam is approaching. Rianti's chest pounding. His heart was pounding as Master Teacher Izzul Islam bent his body. The container of water that he had prepared beforehand, he lifted. He shifted his body and now he faced Rianti. Master Teacher Izzul Islam took a long breath. Trying to get rid of his clumsy taste. He looked at Rianti.
Master Izzul Islam took back the container in Rianti's hands and placed it in front of their feet. Master Izzul Islam then put both feet into the container. After that, he told Rianti to do the same. Rianti smiled. The atmosphere created by Master Izzul Islam slowly made him feel accustomed. Master Izzul Islam returned Rianti's smile. After reading Basmalah and shalawat, the water container is then lifted again. He then stepped into every corner of the room and splashed it with water in the container. When he finished, he approached Rianti. Rianti's hand was then held by him and invited him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"What we did was a suggestion to the newlyweds. In a book explained, this kind of thing can eliminate the ugliness and interference of Satan," explained Master Izzul Islam. Rianti nodded after listening solemnly.
"Now, ablution. The bathroom is next door" said Master Izzul Islam, pointing to the bathroom in the corner. It was as if he had found his calm again. His nervousness was still there, but not as great as before. Rianti lifted her body slowly and stepped towards the bathroom.
After the two finished their ablution, Master Izzul Islam invited Rianti to a small mosque in the corner of the other room. With full devotion, Rianti followed Master Guru Izzul Islam berakbir started praying. Her tears of gratitude flowed slowly on her cheeks. He felt, this is the real happy life. The beautiful atmosphere that brought his soul out of his rough rhino led to an untouched space. There is only the greatness of God.
"Alhamdulillah," urged Master Izzul Islam after the completion of his prayer. He turned his body slowly towards Rianti. But when he saw Rianti being solemn' in his prayer, he turned back his body.
Rianti cried while praying in his heart.
..."Yes, Allah. Thank you for the gift you have given me and my family. Tonight I have completed one of the sunnah of Your prophet. And hopefully with this marriage I can better keep my eyes and honor. Lead the servant to complete half the religion of the servant....
...Yes, Allah. I may not be like Rabiah Adawiya who decided not to marry because he did not want to share his love for You with other than You. But I hope, by being a wife of one who serves Your religion, her love will lead me to Your complete love....
...Yes, Allah. My Soul Owner. Forgive me for all my sins and mistakes in the past. If there is still punishment for my iniquity in a world I have not lived, do Your provision for me. I do not want to be held hostage to Your love only because of an unfinished mistake. There is no place for me to ask but You. And there is no God but You."...
Rianti closed his prayer by rubbing both of his palms on his face. His sobs were heard by Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled. Master Izzul Islam turned his body and faced Rianti.
"You crying? You miss your mother?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Rianti shook his head and smiled. He dared to look at Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"I wept because my gratitude had perfected half my religion" answered Rianti steadily. Master Izzul Islam gave a long sigh while smiling.
"Alhamdulillah," he sighed.
"Bismillahi wassalamu ala apostillah. Assalamualaikum," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam again after a moment of confrontation with Rianti.
"Wa aleikum salam" replied Rianti. Master Izzul Islam then raised his palms.
"Reflect my prayers" he said. Rianti nodded and raised both of his hands.
"Yes, O God, bestow Your blessings upon us in our families, and bless our families in us. O Allah, bestow Thy sustenance upon them from us and Thy Rizki upon us. Give us Your blessings for their harmony and love. And bestow thy provision upon them for our concord and love, and love one another with some of us. Amen."
Master Izzul Islam concluded his prayer. He shifted his body closer until both knees were against Rianti's knees. He said hello again. After that, he placed his right hand on Rianti's forehead while reciting a prayer.
Rianti's chest rumbled as Master Izzul Islam directed his lips towards his neck. His body shook violently. He held his breath as he looked up and closed his eyes when Master Izzul Islam flicked the face that covered his neck. Lafadz Ya Raqibu was said by Master Izzul Islam seven times while blowing his breath into the neck of Rianti.
"Fallohu khairun hafidzon wahuwa arhamur rahimiyn,"
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam closes back the Rianti. He looked towards Rianti who was still silent closing his eyes. Rianti's head held her gently and slowly kissed her forehead. Rianti slowly opened his eyes. He immediately lowered his gaze when he saw the face of Master Izzul Islam was really close to his face. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He held onto Rianti's hands and led her to bed.
The atmosphere in the room instantly darkened when Master Izzul Islam turned off the lights. The atmosphere in the room seemed quiet. All like silence gives space to two people who are combining love. Rain was heard on the roof of the house. Not long after, the rain came back down. The rush of rain is like turning the attention of the night from the unification of the love of Master Izzul Islam and Rianti.