NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#164
Morning is bright. The sun shines brightly from the eastern horizon without the slightest cloud blocking it. The sound of singing small birds spread the spirit of the morning residents to start their activities.
In the dining room, Rianti seems busy with Jamila and Suhaini preparing food on the table. Rianti's face was cheerful. A smile endlessly flung from his lips for no reason. He sat in the front seat of the dining table and noticed a large plate containing mushroom chili and kale pelecing that he made. That's probably the only differentiating side dish today. That dish was special to him. The recipe he got from Sulastri. It was her favorite meal before marriage. Sulastri always makes it at breakfast. He who was previously lazy to eat breakfast was always tasteful when Sulastri served them both foods. He hoped that the taste of the two foods was as good as that of Sulastri. Earlier, before taking her to the dinner table, she had Jamila and Suhaini taste her and asked her to rate her food honestly. Both gave their thumbs up and said the kale pelecing and the mushroom chili was delicious. He did not know whether the two really praised the food or just fun, but he was sure, if the recipe given Sulastri was in accordance with the dose, then the food would be as good as the food made by Sulastri. Choosing food made by Sulastri as a breakfast menu today is not without reason. Not only in accordance with the taste of his tongue, the two foods with Sulastri concoction seasoning have entered the favorite food at the Doyan Medaran restaurant and the restaurant owned by Bu Pratiwi. He also wanted to give his best in his first breakfast with Master Izzul Islam. He hoped that the taste of the tongue of Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher Izzul Islam was the same as the taste of his tongue.
"Well, now you two go to the kitchen there. You guys have breakfast first. Let me take care of it here" Rianti said. Both nodded their heads. After putting the tissue at each end of the dining table, the two left.
Rianti smiled and let out a long sigh. After noticing for a moment the food on the table, he got up and stepped towards the room. Carefully he opened the door. Afraid to disturb Master Izzul Islam who is reading his book on the bed.
Master Izzul Islam smiled with his cheerful face when he saw Rianti enter the room. Slowly Rianti approached him and sat down in front of him. Master Izzul Islam took off his book and held Rianti's right hand. Then he kissed it softly. Rianti smiled lowered her face.
"The food is ready. I call you first" said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. He immediately got up. The coffee on the table was taken and put it up. Rianti smiled when the skullcap of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam looked slanted. Then he got up and approached. Kopiah in the head of Master Izzul Islam then allowed it. Master Izzul Islam closed his eyes. Rianti's fragrant body really refreshed his kiss. The two looked at each other until then Master Izzul Islam kissed Rianti's forehead gently.
"Come on, mother" whispered Master Izzul Islam. Rianti nodded lightly while smiling. It felt heavy to turn his body and leave Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Though he had a lot of time to spend together with Master Izzul Islam. For some reason at such a short time he wanted Master Izzul Islam to do more to him. Maybe carry him and take him to bed. The warm embrace and embrace of Master Izzul Islam last night really made him comfortable. She felt like she was the perfect woman last night. Defeated the famous queens who once filled the world's story.
"What's wrong?" asked Master Izzul Islam when he saw Rianti had not yet turned out. Rianti blushed in embarrassment.
"It's okay" said Rianti. He immediately turned his body and stepped towards the door while continuing to smile. After staring at Rianti with a happy smile until lost behind the door. Master Izzul Islam looked up as he raised both hands.
"Yes, God. Make my wife a peacemaker and my favorite enhancer to worship You. Make her a godly wife. The wife who will be my hereafter, the world and the hereafter. Amen." Master Izzul Islam rubbed his face and stepped out.
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The atmosphere on the dining table looks solemn. Nyai Mustiani who sits in the middle between Master Izzul Islam and Rianti looks cheerful. His smile was unceasingly flinched as he stared alternately at Master Izzul Islam and Rianti. Rianti himself occasionally pay attention to Master Izzul Islam who looks greedy enjoying pelecing kale and chili mushroom made. He had never told Master Izzul Islam before that both were his own cuisine, as well as Nyai Mustiani.
"Zul, why is the pelecing and the sauce not you for the mother," asked Nyai Mustiani when he saw in front of him there was no food like the one in front of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam looked back and forth, towards the food on the table. He stared long at the pelecing kale and the mushroom chili in front of him. She smiles. He only realized that he was enjoying the food.
"Sorry, Mom. I thought this kind of food was in front of my mother. But how is this, my hand is already holding it. Mother will eat the rest of my hands" said Master Izzul Islam feeling guilty. He is seen rubbing his face with his left hand while shaking small. Rianti just silently watched. He also felt guilty for only making two plates of kale pelecing and mushroom chili.
"It's okay, come on Rianti, get me mom" Nyai Mustiani said. Rianti immediately took it. After taking enough, he told Rianti to put it back in front of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam himself is still silent. He still feels guilty for having gone before his mother. Supposedly, he didn't take anything before his mother started.
"Well, let's just keep eating" said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam sighed softly.
"It's okay. If that's what you think is a mistake, I forgive you" Nyai Mustiani said with a smile. Master Teacher Izzul Islam also smiled nodding his head. He then continued his food.
"Emmh.., it's appropriate that your husband doesn't pay attention to others. This mushroom patch and kale pelecing is very tasty. The roof fits snugly and binds to each other. Delicious." Nyai Mustiani seems to enjoy it.
"Mom knows. Both of these foods are rarely seen at the dining table before. It must be your making" Nyai Mustiani said again as she glanced at Rianti. Rianti smiled slightly.
"This does not seem to be oyster mushrooms," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, who also assesses food. Rianti blushed in embarrassment.
"That's a wild mushroom, Brother Tuan. Abdul khalik took him. He said he found it in the back of his room" Rianti said. Master Izzul Islam smiled. This is the first time Rianti has called him Kak Tuan.
Nyai Mustiani nodded.
"Mmhhhh...Tasty, mom just remembered. Behind his room Abdul Khalik is often grown wild mushrooms during the rainy season. Usually a lot grows on the sidelines of a banana tree behind the house." Nyai Mustiani was silent for a moment. He's like really enjoying mushroom chili made by Rianti. "But according to the mother, whatever the type of mushrooms and food, if not for the expert maker, will not be this delicious. You must often make us food like this, let us eat our taste, let alone breakfast like this" continued Nyai Mustiani.
Master Izzul Islam and Rianti smiled and exchanged lyrics with each other. Rianti knew that Nyai Mustiani was giving him a lesson through the food they ate.
After a few minutes later. After they had finished their breakfast, Hand Rianti began to busy collecting the dirty dishes on the dining table. Nyai Mustiani who was enjoying a banana in front of him, holding Rianti's hand.
"Let it be, Jamila and Suhaini will take it" Nyai Mustiani said.
"No, Ma. This is my job now. Let them help me wash the dishes. They may still be eating in the kitchen" replied Rianti. The plates he had collected then he put them in a tray. He then took her to the kitchen. Suhaini and Jamila who were sitting in the kitchen were so shocked when they saw Rianti was seen carrying dirty dishes in front of them.
"Why don't you call us, Miss Nyai" Suhaini said. The two instantly took the tray that Rianti had brought and placed it in the laundry.
"It's okay. I can still take him. Come on, let's wash the dishes" Rianti said.
"Sorry, Nyai. Let us wash it. The plates are not much. Leave it to us, Hinyai," said Suhaini adamantly not wanting Rianti to come wash the dishes. Rianti smiled and held his shoulder.
"Are you afraid that Miss Nyai will scold you?" Rianti.
"No, Nyai. It is our duty as students. As much as possible we do not want to trouble Master's family. As long as we're here, we want to get the barokah from our teacher's family. If not because of his services that have understood us religious knowledge, maybe now we include children who neglect their religion. Already, Nyai Ma. Please let us do it," Suhaini said as she lowered her face. Rianti smiled. He rubbed his shoulders in turn. Both smiling. Rianti's gentle hand rubs made the two feel like they were dealing with their mother.
"Alright, then I stay first huh," Rianti said. Both nod. Rianti then turned his body around and returned to the dining room. Arriving in the dining room, he did not find Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher Izzul Islam. He heard the two talking in the living room. Two dishes containing various kinds of fruits were taken and brought to the living room.
"Sit here, son. We have a chat first," said Nyai Mustiani kindly directing Rianti to sit nearby. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam himself immediately released the newspaper he was reading when he saw Rianti.
"Zul, take your wife on a honeymoon. Once his busyness was reduced these few weeks. Enjoy your bridal years. Staying in a hotel, maybe. Pesantren will not disperse. Well, three days is enough" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam smiled and looked at Rianti. Like asking for an opinion.
"The plan is so, Mom. But I am still confused about where Dik Rianti went" replied Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani. His gaze was shifted towards Rianti. Rianti's hand was held.
"Come, Son. Where do you want to go?"
Rianti smiled. He looked at Master Izzul Islam.
"I'm up to you, ma'am. It's okay at home, too" Rianti said.
"Well, not fun dong. Cook lose with mom and amarhum your dad. Mother used to be invited to Bali even one night. Even if it's in the framework of an invitation to study," Nyai Mustiani said with a smile.
"If the honeymoon is to mother's house, may it?" Rianti. "It just so happened that my mother called me. He said we must immediately complete the division of inheritance according to Islamic law. Mother is afraid that there will be a conflict between me and my sisters just because of the inheritance," said Rianti. Nyai Mustiani nodded and turned his head towards Master Izzul Islam.
"What my mother said is true. You and your siblings may not think about this much. But we should be worried that our descendants will bring each other up. We better solve this problem first" said Mr. Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani let out a short sigh.
"You want to take it easy, again discuss serious issues" Nyai Mustiani said.
"Don't forget, say hello to your mother. Insha Allah, another day you will come there," continued Nyai Mustiani. Rianti nodded his head.