NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#178
After several hours of passing Nyai Mustiani's funeral procession, people were seen starting to exit the family cemetery area located inside the boarding school complex. People coming from all over are crowded inside the pesantren. Cars and motorbikes even filled the five hundred meters in front of the pesantren gate. The spacious area that has been prepared behind the pesantren has not accommodated the pilgrims present to bury Nyai Mustiani's body.
Rianti himself had left the location after only being given the opportunity to see Nyai Mustiani's body. He was accompanied by Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama immediately returned to the prison after Nyai Mustiani's body was taken to the cemetery.
In the living room, the mourning Master Izzul Islam, accompanied only by Sulastri. The guests from the county official he had accompanied a few minutes ago were already gone. Only the santri who are still seen and passing by in the house prepare something for the event of zikiran the first night Nyai Mustiani died later tonight.
"Son, if the cottage is closed for three days, I'll let your sister go home first. Dik Fahmi lately often came out to take care of the preparation for the construction of the cottage," Sulastri said after Master Izzul Islam met him in the living room, after receiving guests who say goodbye.
"Dik Farida and Dik Rayhannya have been told, Mom," said Master Izzul Islam while wiping the sweat on his face with the tip of his victim.
"Yet. He said ask to be allowed first" Sulastri said. Master Izzul Islam rose and stepped out of the terrace. One of the princess who was cleaning plastic bottle drinks called her.
"You call Farida and Rayhan huh. Tell him to get ready to go home" said Master Izzul Islam. The Santri nodded and immediately rushed away. Master Izzul Islam returned to Sulastri.
"Son, if you want to see your wife later, tell me. I want to come" said Sulastri. Master Izzul Islam sighed softly. He looked at Sulastri.
"Mom, Rianti said, you should check your health first. We want you to be healthy again. Dik Fahmi certainly hopes that mother will give him spirit when starting the construction of boarding school. You went to the hospital, right?" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. He was silent for a moment. He lowered his face. The hue of his pale face could not be hidden behind his faint smile. Especially with a cough that begins to sound disturbing comfort. He could no longer reason that his condition was fine.
"Yes, I want to, but after we visit Rianti," Sulastri said. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He seemed happy to hear Sulastri's willingness. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"This is also the mandate of the late mother. He told me to take my mother to the hospital. Mother advised, I must take care of mother like I take care of the late mother," said Mr. Izzul Islam. Sulastri shook his head while smiling slightly.
"Subhanallah, Ms. Nyai still had time to think about the health of the mother, even though she was also sick," said Sulastri. Back to sound coughing. Master Izzul Islam got up and took a bottle of bottled water. After opening the lid, he gave it to Sulastri.
"We keep trying to make efforts as severe as our disease. Who knows, Allah restores our health and of course we can use it for good things" said Master Izzul Islam encouraging. Sulastri smiled as he nodded his head.
Master Izzul Islam and Sulastri turned their eyes towards the door. Both smiling.
Farida and Rayhan were seen standing at the door with their faces down. Master Izzul Islam told him to come in. Embarrassed, the two entered.
"Come, you two greet directly with your Master. Mr. Mustarah has been waiting outside for a long time" Sulastri said. Farida and Rayhan who were just about to sit down interrupted his intentions. The two immediately asked to shake hands with Master Izzul Islam.
"Loh, let's have lunch first, ma'am. How do you want to go home?" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"Mom eat at home, son. I also want to go home quickly. Want to rest" Sulastri said. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"But promise, Mom. Tomorrow, after we return home from visiting Rianti, my mother will immediately take me to the hospital," said Mr. Izzul Islam Guru.
Sulastri smiled. He sighed very slowly.
"Yes, I promise," said Sulastri. He thrust his hand at Rayhan and Farida to help her stand up. The two immediately approached and helped Sulastri stand up. Master Izzul Islam rose up and kissed Sulastri's hand.
"Dragon good mother, dik Farida, Dik Rayhan," said Master Izzul Islam while driving the three out of the room. Mr. Mustarah who was sitting waiting on the terrace immediately got up and rushed towards the car.
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The air this afternoon feels hot. Nun far across, the cloudy looks marching. The rainy season this year is so long. Water is plentiful everywhere. To every eye of the beholder, the surrounding scenery perfectly greenened the eyes.
Time passes so quickly. Like jumping from one place to another. Obviously nothing has changed. The air we breathe is the same air. We are the only ones who have to change ourselves. Life must end. After life in the world, there must be a real life, where we must account for our actions while living in the world. We don't just show up in this world. And Allah did not create us except to worship Him. Every movement of our limbs has the potential to get praise from Him or His anger. The choice is just that.
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