NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#180/Beautiful Dream Master Izzul Islam
With a slow step, Master Teacher Izzul Islam stepped down the hallway inside the house. He looked back when he heard the sound of the door closing. Apparently Abdul khalik and Zaebon had left the living room.
The atmosphere is so quiet. Master Izzul Islam stopped his steps when he was in the middle of the hallway, between his room and Nyai Mustiani's room. Looking at the door of Nyai Mustiani's room, the eyes of Master Izzul Islam glazed like holding strong so that his tears did not fall. But the more he held it, sobs of silence sounded. As she looked into her room. The two rooms are now both abandoned by their occupants. People who loved him very much. There were no more beautiful voices from the women he loved in every hallway of the house. He longs for the recitation of the Qur'an Nyai Mustiani which is heard every night He longs for the last look and smile of Nyai Mustiani. He longed to see Nyai Mustiani's solemn expression when he heard her story about death. Even now he missed the voice of Suhaini and Jamila who had always sounded soft to greet him. The two of them will no longer enter the house as before.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. Her tears were wiped with a turban. He then stepped up and slowly opened the door of Nyai Mustiani's room.
The distinctive aroma of Nyai Mustiani scented filled the nose of Master Izzul Islam. Tears of Master Izzul Islam returned. His legs felt weak to move. Even when he could not really hold the edge of the bed, his body first crashed. Losing the figure that had accompanied him to adulthood, even when he had to lose the figure of a father when he was 5 years old was the most burdensome thing for him. No friend would accompany and comfort her at such times. People may think, since he is a Master Teacher, he will not dwell too much on his grief. But he was just an ordinary man. He has feelings like most people. He will also feel the deep sadness of losing his loved ones. Only, he had to show his calmness in front of everyone.
Master Izzul Islam scolded and laid his body in the usual place Nyai Mustiani lay on his bed. His gaze glared far away like it was about to pierce through the ceiling of a room.
* * * * *
Meanwhile. Rianti was still pacing around in the room. Right now he is thinking about Master Teacher Izzul Islam who is currently feeling lonely. The big house will be an empty space where all the rhythms of memories together. He should have been the one who was currently accompanying him through his long nights. He will comfort her. He imagined at this time Master Teacher Izzul Islam was lying alone with his sorrowful gaze.
"Yes, God, comfort my husband. Sow and strengthen his heart through this calamity," urged Rianti expectantly as he stroked his stomach.
teng...
The sound of the punch marker break time of the washcloth occupants rang out loud from the outside breaking the silence of the night. Rianti who was standing holding the bars of the room, turned his body. Jamila who was still leaning on the bed immediately shifted her body and made room for Rianti to sit down. Jamila rubbed Rianti's back. His best friend's face looked lethargic and uninspired. There were many thoughts he could capture from******* as well as his adorable gaze. Rianti turned his head and smiled as Jamila tidied up her unraveling hair.
"Jamila, take me to fetch water wudhu'" said Rianti. Jamila smile. He got up first. He then helped Rianti lift her body. After Rianti stood perfectly, Jamila lowered her head and brought her lips closer to Rianti's stomach.
"Yes, God, son. Aunty can already imagine how handsome and good-looking you will be. You have good parents and shalah. Both parents if both faces are looked at, then peace the heart that looks at him. Think in there and take your mother to fetch water, '" whispered Jamila as if talking to the baby in the womb of Rianti. Rianti just smiled. Both then stepped. After knocking on the cell padlock three times, the guard appeared and opened them the cell door.
* * * * *
Master Izzul Islam rubbed his face with both palms. After looking at every corner of the room, he got up and stepped out of Nyai Mustiani's room.
Master Izzul Islam stood dumbstruck at the door shortly after entering his room. His eyes were immediately fixed towards the long sofa in front of him. The sofa where he often sat chatting with Rianti after dinner and before going to bed. At that place, Rianti lay down to wait for him to come home from teaching. He remembered how effective Rianti was when he saw her coming home. He put his hands together and asked to be carried on the bed. Like the lyrics of the song bang Rhoma Irama, if there is no new felt. His presence is so precious.
"Subhanallah..," long sigh Master Izzul Islam. He stepped slowly and placed his coffee on the table. If you obey the words of a sad heart, then the sadness will not disappear even though it passes by many nights. He did not want the devil to use his grief to waste his precious time in worship. Everything that happens in the Power and Will of God. He is the Best to keep the Promise. The calamity and the trials he faces will now be rewarded with abundant good someday. Not in the world, but surely in the hereafter. The way to deal with disaster is to be patient and pray. The good news is only for those who are patient.
Master Izzul Islam looked up with a smile. His face was cheerful again. He then stepped into the bathroom to fetch the ablution water'.
The chants of the letter which was read rhythmically in the soft voice of Master Izzul Islam, echoed in the room. After reading the Qur'an, he continued with long recitation. His head turned to the left and to the right uncontrollably because his heart was immersed in the pleasures of remembrance. Until when the cover of remembrance is pronounced, he unconsciously began to sleep in his sleep in a cross-legged position.
* * ** *
Master Izzul Islam was stunned when he saw a circle of light the size of a football suddenly come down from above. A very clear and bright light, but not blinding the eyes when looking at it. The body of Master Izzul Islam sculpts without the slightest movement. Only his two eyes were moving following the halo that was slowly descending and finally falling on his lap. Not long after, three pieces of light appeared with a size smaller than the light on his lap. The three lights were floating in front of him for quite some time. One by one the light moved and slowly entered and fused into a large circle of light in the lap of Master Izzul Islam. The entire room instantly became bright.
"Astaghfirullahal Adzim,"
Master Izzul Islam opened his eyes. Cold sweat ran down his neck and forehead. For a moment he just fell silent thinking about what he had just seen in his sleep.
Master Izzul Islam stared at his lap. It was real and not in a dream.
Master Izzul Islam raised his head.
"Yes, Allah, what a happy omen will you preach to the servant. I testify that what I saw in my dream was a good dream because You were according to the supposition of Your servant O God. Strengthen me to receive whatever your qada' and qadar. And I'm sorry for the little groan of my grief. Do not let Satan rule me so that I may become discouraged from Your mercy." Lord Izzul Islam prayed. After that, he held his prayer beads and began to recite.