NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#179
Master Izzul Islam is still standing on the terrace of the house looking at the body of the last guest who said goodbye tonight after the first night of Nyai Mustiani's birthday was completed. Only Abdul Khalik and some of the santri people are still seen cleaning up the remains of food wrappers scattered in the yard. The air tonight is cold. Master Izzul Islam is like being in the middle of a vast field, with all clothes blown by the wind. The sweep of wind that gently caressed her face, stirred up a sense of desolation that slowly crept in her heart. Silent and silent.
Abdul Khalik quietly watched. He felt sorry to see Master Teacher Izzul Islam standing with a meaningful gaze. His zahir was seen staring towards the gate, but he was sure, it was a hollow gaze, because the current all-powerful one in his mind was a deep sadness. The house that was once crowded with two women he loved, now suddenly quiet just like that. Both have gone. He was just an ordinary human being, who was destined to grieve when the time came.
Abdul Khalik got up and approached slowly. Under the terrace he stood bowing his head. His hands held each other and placed them on his navel. Master Izzul Islam did not look. His blank look was far ahead, making him unaware that Abdul Khalik was now standing in front of him.
Abdul khalik mendehem. Master Izzul Islam moved his head. He gave a long sigh and said Istighfar.
"Astaghfirullahal Adzim" urged Master Izzul Islam. The tears that were about to melt on her cheeks were immediately wiped away. He turned to Abdul Khalik.
"It's over, Lik," said Master Izzul Islam.
"Already, Master Teacher," said Abdul khalik remained with a bowed face. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Then you rest there."
Abdul khalik was silent. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it either.
"What's up, Lik. Is there anything you want to say?" asked Mr. Guru Izzul Islam when he saw Abdul Khalik just silent. Abdul khalik smiled.
"No, Master Teacher. I am not sleepy" Abdul Khalik said. He hopes that tonight Master Izzul Islam told him to accompany him. He felt the sadness and loneliness that is now experienced by Master Izzul Islam. He could not bear to leave it alone in the big house. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He understood what Abdul Khalik meant to say.
"If Zaebon hasn't slept, please bring him here. After that, make us a warm drink. This cold like goat milk is perfect for us to drink" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Abdul Khalik's face was cheerful. Smile expands. He nodded his head and immediately looked for Zaebon. Master Izzul Islam himself went straight in and lay down on the long sofa of the living room.
"Come in, Bon," said Master Izzul Islam when he saw Zaebon and Abdul khalik standing in front of the wide-open door. Both in. Abdul Khalik headed straight for the kitchen.
"Sit here, Bon," said Master Izzul Islam as he patted the sofa on his left. Zaebon who looked doubtful because he would sit too close to Master Izzul Islam turned to and fro looking at another empty sofa.
Shortly afterwards, Abdul Khalik appeared with a tray containing three glasses of hot drink. After putting the drink in front of Master Izzul Islam and Zaebon, Master Izzul Islam told him to sit on his right. Like Zaebon, Abdul Khalik was doubtful. He felt it inappropriate to sit too close to the Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Zaebon who saw him just smiled lowered his head.
"Come, don't be ashamed of that. You've been here ten years. You two are my close family. Come, here, Lik" said Master Izzul Islam. With great force, Abdul Khalik sat next to Master Izzul Islam.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He turned towards Zaebon and Abdul Khalik. Each of his palms was placed on top of the palms of both of them. Both Abdul Khalik and Zaebon were shocked. What Master Izzul Islam did made both of them feel very close to Master Izzul Islam.
"Allah is right in all His words. Our children, wives and all that we love are the test and care of God. If not with full awareness, that what is entrusted someday will be taken back, then we will continue to lament the loss," said Master Izzul Islam spread a moment of silence. Abdul Khalik and Zaebon bowed silently listening to Khusyu'. Both of them simultaneously drank their drinks after Master Izzul Islam told him to. After that, the two went silent again. Master Izzul Islam again gave a long sigh. His gaze was now fixed on the large photo of Nyai Mustiani and Rianti hanging next to the wall of the living room. He smiles. It was as if he wanted to return the smiles of the two figures of the people he loved behind the photo.
After looking at the photo, he turned to Abdul Khalik and Zaebon.
"In one account, the Prophet Muhammad said; there will not come on a night more dreadful than the first night he was in his grave. The night of the determination and not the Mayit. If he survived, then afterwards it would be easier for him. But on the contrary, if he did not survive, then after that it would be much more difficult for him. Because of this, the Prophet told us to love and help them by increasing their presence. If we do not have anything to offer them, then the Prophet told us to pray two rakaats. Praying gifts for the mayit. Each rakaat after reading the letter of Alphatiah, reciting the verse of the chair once, the letter of Attakatsur once and the letter of al-ikhlas eleven times. And after the prayer; O Allah, I have done this prayer. And you know what I want. O Allah, send the reward of this prayer to the grave of Fulan the son of Fulan." Master Izzul Islam rubbed his arms. The feather stands. The horror is seen from his face. For a moment he kept his head down.
Master Izzul Islam raised his head and turned his head back in turn towards Abdul khalik and Zaebon while patting his thigh gently.
"God will send at that very moment into the tomb of the one thousand angels. With each angel, a light and a gift, which will comfort the mayit until the trumpet is blown as a sign of the end of life. Thus the description in the book of Fawaidul Mukhtarah."
Master Izzul Islam took his drink glass and sipped it slowly.
"Now, finish your drinks. After that, we will take ablution and perform the prayer. We will give it to Mom. May the mother find her grave broad and bright with the reward of our shadakah" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. The two nodded their heads and immediately finished the drink.
We pray in each other's rooms." Master Teacher Izzul Islam was silent for a moment looking at the two. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Abdul khalik, Zaebon, I personally represent myself, as well as my mother, conveying a huge thank you for your devotion so far. Only Allah can repay him" said Master Izzul Islam. He rises.
"Lik, if the drink is up, please close the door yes" Master Izzul Islam told Abdul Khalik. Abdul khalik nodded. Master Izzul Islam stepped out of the two.