NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#177
Jamila and Suhaini rushed down from the bed when they saw Master Izzul Islam entering the room. Nyai Mustiani looked weak. Sayu's gaze. But he forced himself to smile.
"How is the mother," said Master Izzul Islam while holding Nyai Mustiani's forehead. Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"How's your wife. Did you bring her clothes?" nyai Mustiani asked. Master Izzul Islam sighed and smiled.
"Already, ma'am," answered Master Izzul Islam briefly.
"Frequently visit him. She must take care of her health as well as the health of her baby. I don't know if you can see my granddaughter or not" Nyai Mustiani said in a weak tone. Master Izzul Islam gently rubbed the arms of Nyai Mustiani.
"Shhhh.., don't talk like that, ma'am. If we continue to work, God willing, the mother must be healthy. Come on, let Izzul take mom to the hospital, okay?" persuade Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani shakes her head.
"No, Son. My mother was sincere if God should call me. Twice your father's been floating me." Nyai Mustiani took the edge of her blanket. He kissed.
"Try, you must be no stranger to the smell of this perfume. It's your father's perfume." said Nyai Mustiani. His weak hand thrust the tip of his blanket towards Master Izzul Islam. Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately welcomed him. The blanket he kissed.
Master Izzul Islam closed his eyes for a moment. He nodded his head.
"Dad didn't come because he wanted to pick up mom. He came here to see the situation of the mother," said Master Izzul Islam.
"We're going to the hospital, ma'am. Izzul will also take Lastri's mother to the hospital. You can have one room later. Can chat together," continued Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. He hopes Nyai Mustiani will be taken to the hospital. Nyai Mustiani returned.
"Bring your mother, son. He's just a regular pain. As for the mother, talking too much, the mother is bored, especially if taken to the hospital," said Nyai Mustiani. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He was silent for a moment looking at Nyai Mustiani. He looked tired every time he spoke. That was his consideration not to continue the conversation.
"Mother has taken it all, son. Convince your wife because I believe, there is a wisdom she must stay in prison. I'm so ready to welcome my mother's death."
Master Izzul Islam is still silent. Nyai Mustiani's face looked pale. His breath seemed to go up and down quickly. Master Izzul Islam took a breathing apparatus next to Nyai Mustiani's head and was about to pair it. But Nyai Mustiani refused.
"Already, Son. You better read Yasin's mother's letter. Counting as a delivery mother to sleep. I'm sleepy" said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam nodded. He fixed his sitting position and crossed his legs. After a moment of silence closed his eyes, he began to read Yasin's letter.
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"Shodaqollah adzim." Tears of Master Izzul Islam trickled down when he saw Nyai Mustiani slowly closing her eyes. His breathing that had gone up and down quickly now looked lonely. Nyai Mustiani's face, which had been pale, suddenly looked bright. Master Teacher Izzul Islam let out a long sigh and lowered his head. For a moment she dissolved in her tears.
Master Izzul Islam holds the base of Nyai Mustiani's palm.
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rojiun,"
Master Teacher Izzul Islam took a long breath. For a moment he stared at Nyai Mustiani's calm face. Like really sleeping. Master Izzul Islam advanced his body. Nyai Mustiani's forehead kissed him long ago.
After kissing Nyai Mustiani's forehead, Master Izzul Islam holds both hands Nyai Mustiani who began to cool. Both of Nyai Mustiani's hands were kissed alternately.
Master Izzul Islam wiped his tears with the tip of his torment. He turned his head towards Jamila and Suhaini who were sitting behind him.
"Jamila, Suhaini, come here" said Master Izzul Islam ordered to approach. Jamila and Suhaini who were reading Yasin under the bed immediately got up and approached. The two stood bowing their heads in front of Master Izzul Islam. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He smiled at both of them.
"Mom has left us." The tears flowed as soon as Master Izzul Islam told them. The two glanced towards Nyai Mustiani's body.
"I represent my mother to thank you both for taking care of my mother, both when she was healthy and after illness. I also represent you, asking for your forgiveness if as long as you take care of your mother, there are words or actions that hurt your heart."
The crying of the two broke out before Master Izzul Islam finished his words. The two who had just stood down, now collapsed on the side of Nyai Mustiani's body. Both hands Nyai Mustiani alternately kissed him.
Master Izzul Islam rise. Hp in his pocket. And he started calling one by one important numbers on his phone. The death of Nyai Mustiani.
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"Inna lillahi wainna ilayhi Roji'un," Sulastri said as he stared at Fahmi sitting in front of him.
"Mr Nyai,"
"Innalilahi wainna ilayhi rojiun, When, Mom," said Fahmi.
"Just need. Your master's sister invited you to come for a deliberation on Nyai's funeral,"
"His name is "adal. No one can determine when to come to pick up," Fahmi said after several times saying Istighfar as he rubbed his chest.
"Come, Son. We have to be ready" Sulastri said.
"Mom's coming?" Fahmi. Sulastri nodded and got up.
"But mom is still sick. Let Fahmi go there,"
"Mom's better, son. I want to see Nyai's face before she buries it. Your master also needs us at this time. After Rianti's death in prison, of course, his sadness will increase with the death of Nyai's mother. Come on, don't think about Mom. I'm healthy" Sulastri said. He immediately stepped out of Fahmi towards his room.
* * * * *
Master Izzul Islam rushed to welcome Mr. Nurasmin and Ms. Sofia who arrived the earliest after news of Nyai Mustiani's death. Behind him, Nurasmin and Sofia, Layla looked down in shame when greeting Master Izzul Islam. The three headed straight for Nyai Mustiani's room.
The students also gathered in the yard. Many of them were seen crying because they felt they had lost Nyai Mustiani.
The sound of hp ringing. Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately raised it.
"Waalaikum salam. How, Mr. Sahril. Can Rianti be allowed to go home for a while?" ask Master Izzul Islam.
"Thank God, Master Teacher. I am the guarantor myself. But sorry, Master, Non Rianti is only allowed to see Nyai ma'am, after that I was told to return it," said Mr. Sahril from the opposite direction. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He nodded his head.
"It's okay, sir. Now where is Mr. Sahril,"
"I'm going there with Non Rianti, Master,"
"All right then. Thank you very much, Mr. Sahril,"
"Together, Master Teacher. Assalamualaikum,"
"Waalaikum salam."
After closing his call, Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately stepped towards Nyai Mustiani's room. Layla immediately lowered her head in embarrassment as Master Teacher Izzul Islam approached. Every time he saw Master Izzul Islam, he always felt hate for himself. Hate for being so arrogant she refused so hard when she was betrothed to him. A world full of mysteries. No one knows what will happen in the future. And he feels now his regrets will never end before marrying the Master Izzul Islam. The imprisonment of Rianti is an opportunity to be owned by Master Izzul Islam. But the problem is, Master Izzul Islam is not a random person. Even if he had to use an unusual way in his family. Memelet Master Izzul Islam, perhaps. But again he knew, people like Master Izzul Islam would not be able to dipelet.
"Sir, we talk outside for a while while inviting the other families to come" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Mr. Nurasmin nodded. Then he got up. Master Izzul Islam then took Mr. Nurasmin out and headed to the living room.
"We wait for Lastri and Fahmi first, sir, to discuss the funeral time of the mother," said Master Izzul Islam after some time they both sat on the living room sofa.
"Have you told anyone to dig a grave?" ask Mr. Nurasmin.
"Already, Sir. His grave is ready. We are waiting for Nyai Bashirah to bathe and forgive the mother" replied Mr. Izzul Islam.
"And Nak Rianti?"
"He's on his way with Mr. Sahril. Thank God, the prison gave permission to Rianti even if just looking at the face of the mother,"
"Alhamdulillah." Mr. Nurasmin let out a long breath. Some time he looked at the face of Master Izzul Islam. The successive calamity has been experienced by Mr. Guru Izzul Islam after just enjoying his happy times as a newlywed. The shoulders of Master Izzul Islam.
"Patience, Son. Behind the disaster there must be a silver lining" said Mr. Nurasmin. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smilingly nodded his head.