NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#168
Dusk has anchored. Since this afternoon, the ceiling looks black with thick clumping cloudy. But until dusk has been replaced maghrib, rain does not come down. The crashing wind slowly shifted the clouds from the city sky.
In the room, Rianti Khusyu' read the green wedding invitation letter lying on the table. Master Izzul Islam who had finished tidying himself in front of the mirror stepped towards Rianti. He mendehem. He flipped his body in front of Rianti, like a model. Rianti smiled and shook his head. Master Teacher Izzul Islam pouted.
"Well, just smile. Value dong. Now I don't think I'm confident coming out before my sister assesses my appearance" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled back. This time he thumbs up.
"Year teenaged teens. I'm sure, the girls who see Kak Tuan will surely cut off his hands because they are fascinated with Kak Tuan. Like the story of the Prophet Yusuf," said Rianti.
"Beyond? Ah, sister could've." Master Izzul Islam is approaching. He sat down near Rianti. Rianti's forehead let him softly.
""But it is Zulaikha who got Yusuf" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Come, now sister get ready there. Wearing blue robe and batik motif hijab,"
Rianti frowned.
"Where is Rianti going, brother?" Rianti. Riant. Dagu Rianti.
"Yes, follow the conjecture. Looky. Master Izzul Islam and wife" said Master Izzul Islam, pointing to the inscription on the invitation.
"Then anyway? sister thought brother Tuan will not invite sister," said Rianti. He turned his face away from Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Dagu Rianti again held it gently and turned it back towards him.
"People should know that this is my most beautiful wife" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled.
"Oh yes, Brother. What is this Qurratul Aini and Cristian? What's the guy whose name is Cristian?" ask Rianti. He took the invitation letter on the table. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Qurratul Aini was once betrothed to Brother. But he ran away with his girlfriend. Yes this Cristian,"
"Snow? Escape why, brother?"
"Well, his name is not love. Can't be forced,"
"If only Brother Tuan were to marry her, it is certain that sister is not here now,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. Rianti's body was in his arms. He sighed long.
"When mom called off our matchmaking, mom made a couple of matches for me. But none of it is done. They seem to know that my life partner is only a sister. They can't replace a sister even if it's on the run." Rianti smiled.
The sound of knocking on the door was heard from outside. Rianti immediately released the embrace of Master Izzul Islam. Rianti knows that beat very well. That's Nyai Mustiani's signature beat. Three quick taps and one slow tap ends.
"Come in, ma'am," said the two in unison. Rianti and Master Teacher Izzul Islam looked at each other both smiled. Master Izzul Islam immediately pretended to read the invitation letter.
Nyai Mustiani opened the door. He chose to stand at the door and not go inside. Rianti got up and stepped closer to Nyai Mustiani.
"You accompany me to the garden, son?" nyai Mustiani said with a smile. Rianti. He turned his body and turned towards Master Guru Izzul Islam. The eyes of Master Izzul Islam moved here and there.
"But? Brother Tuan invited me to the invitation, Ma'am,"
"Can't. You stay here with mom. Let your Master Brother go alone. You can't do too much activity. Especially a long trip,"
Rianti sighed softly. He looked towards the Master Teacher Izzul Islam who never issued a statement.
Nyai Mustiani holds Rianti's hand.
"You don't have to worry about being said to be unfilial to your husband. You should be more devoted to your husband than your parents. But the husband still has to put his parents first."
Rianti smiled. Master Izzul Islam shook his head while smiling at the words of Nyai Mustiani.
"How, Zul?"
Master Izzul Islam nodded.
Again Master Izzul Islam nodded. This time, I got up and walked towards the two. Master Izzul Islam holds both hands Nyai Mustiani.
"How could Izzul not be sincere, ma'am. Izzul was afraid of losing heaven on the soles of his mother's feet,"
Nyai Mustiani and Rianti smiled.
"Yes already. Then I leave, Mom, Dik," said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani's hand was kissed. He then thrust his hand at Rianti. Rianti kissed the palm of Master Izzul Islam back and forth. Nyai Mustiani then held Rianti's hand and held him out. Master Teacher Izzul Islam just let out a long sigh while smiling to see the two walking so familiarly towards the back porch of the house.
* * * * *
Meanwhile. At his home, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam's uncle, Mr. Nurasmin.
In the room. On the bed, Mr. Nurasmin seemed busy reading the newspaper edition this afternoon.The tip of his foot was seen moving in the blanket. Sofia, who was leaning nearby, occasionally turned to the newspaper Nurasmin read. His face looked troubled. He glanced at Mr. Nurasmin. Mr. Nurasmin took a slow glance at him. It looks like something is wrong with his wife. He is not usually aware and interested in the political topics he reads. Usually the snoring is not always disturbed by any sound around it when the blanket has been degree above his body. He just pretended not to pay attention and tried to figure out for himself why his wife seemed unsettled tonight.
Bu Sofia sighed. Seeing Mr. Nurasmin as if he did not want to be disturbed, he chose to lay his body with a slanted position to turn his back on Mr. Nurasmin.
Mr. Nurasmin smiled. The newspaper in his hand folded it up and placed it on the table near the bed. Her hand held Sofia's shoulder and turned it to face her.
"Why the hell. From that moment I saw my mother look agitated. If there is anything, yes told the same father," said Mr. Nurasmin.
Sofia looked at Nurasmin's face. Like he was looking at the calmness on his face. After seeing Nurasmin's smile continue to expand, Sofia smiled. He lifted his body slowly and leaned back.
"Sir, I want to make a confession" Sofia said. He looked at Nurasmin. Pak Nurasmin's hand was held gently, as if to signal to Pak Nurasmin not to scold him. Mr. Nurasmin smiled nodding his head. He held Sofia's hand back.
Bu Sofia sighed. He lowered his face. Sweat began to show on his forehead. He was silent as if he was gathering his courage. He looked back at Nurasmin.
"I'm sorry, sir. All this time I have lied to my father. I didn't calm down to keep it even though the problem had passed" Sofia said after a moment of silence.
"Don't make you curious, Mom. I'm just kayaking in soap operas, make you wait too long."
Sofia smiled.
"But you promise not to get angry?" said Sofia ma'am.
"Yes, I promise. Let's say it quickly" said Mr. Nurasmin.
"It's Layla's, sir. To be honest, Layla's escape when she was betrothed to Nak Izzul was Mom's scenario."
Mr. Nurasmin frowned. He looked at Sofia's mom.
"meaning mother? Mom deliberately made up the story as if Layla was running away. That so?"
Bu Sofia nodded.
"That time I thought, what I did was the right thing. Frankly, I don't like our son being betrothed to Nyai Mustiani."
"That problem is over, ma'am. If that's what you want to say, why should you be angry?" said mr. Nurasmin.
Sofia's mother let out a long sigh.
"But that's not the case, sir." Sofia's mom fixed her body position. The folds of a blanket that piled on his chest, held it and covered part of the body of Nurasmin who opened.
"So morning, after Layla left for school, Mom came in and cleaned up in her room. After cleaning, the mother fad open a diarrhea lying on the table. Maybe Layla forgot to keep it" Sofia said.
"Continue, continue," said Mr. Nurasmin excitedly. Sofia smiled.
"Serious mom, sir," said Sofia.
"Yes, I Know. Do you look like you're messing around?" said mr. Nurasmin.