NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#172/The loss of a loved one.
Mr. Sahril who was sitting in front of the gate of his house immediately got up when he heard the sound of a car horn from outside. He waved his hand towards Bu Trianti who was sitting on the porch of the house. Mr. Pratama who was in the car immediately opened the car door when he saw Mr. Sahril coming out of the gate.
"Master Master has been contacted, sir," said Mr. Pratama after Mr. Sahril sat next to him.
"It has. He is waiting for us" said Mr. Sahril. Mr. Pratama nodded. Car engine is used. Slowly the black sedan car was moving towards the main road.
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"Kok tumben mr. Sahril will come here, brother. Want naji?" said Rianti who had accompanied Master Teacher Izzul Islam sitting in the living room.
"Pak Sahril just said he wanted silaturrahim. There is nothing else" replied Master Izzul Islam. Rianti rests his head on the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam put his hand behind Rianti's back. His fingers moved gently untangling Rianti's hair. Rianti twitched his spoiled head on the arms of Master Izzul Islam.
" Have you prepared a name for your child?" rianti said as he glanced spoiled towards Master Guru Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Rianti's forehead was snatched away.
"Later think together. What is important is that right now my sister is healthy" said Mr. Izzul Islam.
"You want a boy or a girl" Rianti said. Back Master Izzul Islam smiled. One of his hands gently rubbed Rianti's stomach. Master Izzul Islam sighed.
"Male and female are the same. The important thing is how we will educate him in accordance with what the religion commands."
The light of the car penetrated the window glass, making both of them close their eyes due to glare. Master Izzul Islam immediately withdrew his hand and told Rianti to come in. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam grabbed his white skullcap and installed it. After that he came out. Mr. Izzul Islam's smile was stunned when he saw Mr. Sahril get out of the car.
"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Guru," said Mr. Sahril by bowing half his body closer to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam immediately came down to greet him.
"Waalaikum greetings" said Master Izzul Islam. The two then hugged. Behind him, Mr. Pratama followed by shaking the hand of Master Izzul Islam.
"Come, sir," said Master Izzul Islam to let the two enter.
"Healthy, Master Teacher," said Mr. Sahril after sitting on the sofa. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and thrust it in front of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, Sir. May we all always be given health by Allah swt" replied Mr. Izzul Islam. The two nodded and simultaneously said amen.
"Non Riantai has rested, Master Teacher?" ask Mr. Sahril.
"He's in the kitchen, sir."
Just now that Master Izzul Islam finished speaking, Rianti appeared carrying a drink. Looking at Rianti with his calm smile. Mr. Sahril nodded his head when he saw Rianti staring at him. Mr. Sahril sighed. His face changed immediately. What he will say tonight might change the calm look of Rianti's face. So is Master Izzul Islam. But in accordance with Sulastri's message, he had to wait for all the important people in the house to come out, just to convey the intention of his arrival tonight with Mr. Pratama.
"What time departs from home, sir," said Rianti after putting a drink in front of the two. Mr. Sahril smiled.
"Salat isya, Non. It also happened that Master Teacher told us to come after the prayer," said Mr. Sahril. Rianti nodded.
"Let's drink, sir,"
"Sik, please call mom. Usually he likes to blame if he is not told if there are guests," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam after inviting Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama to drink drinks in front of the two.
Rianti nodded and got up. But just as he was about to step foot, Nyai Mustiani had already appeared in front of him.
"Well, I didn't tell you that there was a guest, Nak Rianti," Nyai Mustiani said. Rianti smilingly rubbed her hijab backwards. He stepped slowly towards Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani's hand was held by him and invited him to sit down.
Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama rise. Both half bowed in respect.
"Come, please sit back, sir," said Nyai Mustiani. Both sit back.
Mr. Sahril sighed softly. He glanced towards Mr. Pratama. Mr. Pratama scratched his head slowly. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately returned to drinking his drink. He felt what Mr. Sahril was feeling. It is very hard to convey the meaning of their arrival tonight. But he felt, Mr. Sahril was more appropriate to convey the news.
"What is this, Mr. Sahril, Mr. Pratama. Kok tumben suddenly want to visit our place. I often say the same Nak Rianti, once invited dong Pak Sahril and Pak Pratama to mess here. Once upon a time we could make rujak in the back garden" Nyai Mustiani said. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama smiled.
"God willing, if there is time, we will take the wife at home" said Mr. Sahril. He tried to look calm, but an unpleasant feeling in his heart spread to his face. He was silent for a moment. Nyai Mustiani looked at him with a frown.
" Look, Master Teacher, Bu Nyai and Non Rianti. Our arrival here is to convey something important. Maybe it's heavy, but inevitably we have to deliver it" Mr Sahril said. Again he took turns looking at Nyai Mustiani, Master Teacher of Izzul Islam and Rianti who now stared question mark towards Pak Sahril and Pak Pratama. Mr. Sahril himself was observing the faces in front of him. Mr. Sahril sighed again. After a moment of silence, he pulled out an envelope from behind his jacket. The envelope was then thrust in front of Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Rianti and Nyai Mustiani who were sitting a little far from Master Izzul Islam were seen looking up, trying to find out what envelope is now being held by Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam gave a long sigh when he saw the envelope. He turned towards Rianti and Nyai Mustiani. Both faces looked tense.
Slowly, Master Izzul Islam opened the envelope and took out a sheet from inside. A letter envelope was placed on his lap.
The atmosphere in the living room was silent. They are still silent waiting for Master Izzul Islam finished reading the letter.
"Mom, I hope you're calm and don't panic. The letter that Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama brought was just a summons" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam as he looked at Nyai Mustiani's face. Nyai Mustiani's forehead shriveled hard. He deliberately first spoke to Nyai Mustiani because he knew his mother was quick to panic and hastily draw conclusions. Regarding Rianti, he knew very well the nature of his wife. He was sure, Rianti would smile and remain calm.
Nyai Mustiani thrust out his hand and asked for a letter held by Master Izzul Islam. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He stared at Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani who had been curious for too long, again moved her hand to ask Master Izzul Islam to give the letter. Master Izzul Islam gave the letter.
The atmosphere grew tense as Nyai Mustiani fell silent without a breath of reading a letter. Rianti who had read the letter and already knew the contents of the letter immediately embraced Nyai Mustiani's body. He saw something change from Nyai Mustiani. His hands shook violently. His breath went up quickly. The anxious Master Izzul Islam finally rose and drew closer to Nyai Mustiani.
"That's just a summons as a witness, ma'am. Not a suspect" said Mr. Izzul Islam Guru trying to appease Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani was silent. Rianti crying.
"Mom, right said Brother Tuan. It's just a phone call." Rianti rubbed his back and kissed Nyai Mustiani's cheek.
"Sister, get me some water" said Rianti.
Just now that Master Teacher Izzul Islam turned his body, Nyai Mustiani was like a choking man. They grew even more panicked when Nyai Mustiani held her chest firmly. Nyai Mustiani's body convulsed. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam assisted Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama immediately carried Nyai Mustiani's body to his room.
"Sir, should we call Doctor Kodar?" said mr. Pratama. Mr. Sahril held Mr. Pratama's hand and took him out of the room.
"This is me contacting him. I think he's still in the clinic. He hasn't raised his phone yet" Sahril said. He pushed one of the buttons on his phone. He smiles.
"Hello, Doc. Please go to the Qudwatusshalihin boarding house for a while. Nyai's mom seems to have a heart attack. Ask for help, Doc," said Mr. Sahril. He smiled and nodded his head hearing the conversation across.
"Good, Sir. We wait," said Mr. Sahril. He then turned off the call and put his phone in his jacket pocket. After that he approached Master Izzul Islam who was sitting near the head of Nyai Mustiani while twitching his arms.
"I've called Dr. Kandar, Mr. Teacher. God willing, he is coming soon" said Mr. Sahril. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"I wait outside, Mr. Teacher, Non" said Mr. Sahril. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. Rianti just nodded his head. He did not turn his head because he focused on cleaning the liquid that came out of Nyai Mustiani's mouth.
Mr. Sahril then took Mr. Pratama out and waited in the living room.
"Am I telling them too soon, sir. I feel guilty" Mr. Sahril told Mr. Pratama. He looks riled up. Mr. Pratama sighed. He's holding Sahril's shoulder.
"There's no other way, sir. I think it's appropriate" said Mr. Pratama. Mr. Sahril rubbed his face with both hands. Back he sighed.
The phone sounds ringing. Mr. Sahril grabbed it.
"Yes, ma'am" replied Sahril as a female voice came from across the street.
"Bu Nyai fainted after finding out the contents of the letter, Mom. But I called Doctor Sandar. He's coming soon,"
"Good, Mom. I hope Nyai's mom is okay." Mr. Sahril hung up his call and put his phone on the table.
"Mother?" ask Mr. Pratama. Mr. Sahril nodded.
"I am also worried about the condition of my mother, Mr. Pratama. I'm sick again" said Mr. Sahril.
Mr. Pratama nodded small.
"Ustadz Fahmi came home. I hope you are okay" please Pratama.