NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#181
While Rianti and Master Teacher Izzul Islam were immersed in their long wits, Layla who had not been able to close her eyes, looked down languidly in front of her mirror. Many times he evaporated. But every time he laid down his body and tried to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up again and found it difficult to sleep again. His sleep has been stolen. Only the drowsiness that tormented him.
Layla gave a long sigh. The textbooks were scattered on the dressing table at his thrust to scattered on the floor. He shook his head while watching himself in front of the mirror. His long hair was taken out hard.
"AAagh...Yes, Allah, I am of the same quality Master Teacher," Layla sighed in annoyance. He closed his eyes hard while continuing to shake his head.
Master Izzul Islam could not have saved him until now he is like that. What is happening now to him, he believes as a bad reply to his curse and long grumbling to Master Izzul Islam. In the past, when Nyai Mustiani was about to match him. Even many times he spit and felt disgusted to be betrothed to someone much older than him. He was also afraid that at that time he would break up with his girlfriend if he knew he would be betrothed to Master Izzul Islam. Even though, Master Teacher Izzul Islam is the older brother of his mission, besides, he also has a handsome face, but his figure suddenly makes him very unhappy. Once again, because he is prestigious, he who is very young and beautiful will marry an old man, who only knows sarongs and robes. He was ashamed that his friends knew it. Though not necessarily also Master Izzul Islam wanted the marriage. And now, after the incident passed a few months and finally Master Izzul Islam married Rianti, I don't know, like just coming. The regret after rejecting the matchmaking made him ponder for so long. Want to make sure what happened to him. Until he came to a conclusion. Allah is angry because he has insulted a pious person like Master Izzul Islam, even if it is only in his heart.
This year's Qudwatusshalihin boarding school calendar, which hangs in the living room, has been moved into his room. The large image of Master Izzul Islam that fills the top of the calendar, makes it like a big fan who does not want to turn away from looking at him. For a long time he believed he was in love. And in the end she felt sorry why not become the first woman in the life of Master Izzul Islam.
Layla gave a long sigh. The phone he put in front of the mirror returned. The photo of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam which he took secretly at the funeral of Nyai Mustiani, and now made a wall paper on his cellphone, is seen as sticky. Handsomest. The longer he looked at him, the face of Master Izzul Islam on the screen of his mobile phone increasingly looked handsome.
Layla gave a long sigh. This time he looked at the mirror, looking at his face.
Layla suddenly smiled. His face turned cheerful. He looked at the phone in front of him and immediately picked it up. His smile is growing. He seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea.
Well, the solitude of Master Izzul Islam will be his chance to get closer to him. He believes, with the death of Nyai Mustiani and the imprisonment of Rianti, the opportunity to have Master Izzul Islam is wide open.
Layla immediately turned on her phone. His hands began to nimbly press the furup for the sake of murup in the keyboard of his phone. A smile ceaselessly expanded from her tiny lips.
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Master Izzul Islam covered his mouth with his palm as he yawned long. The peace and quiet he felt after his long remembrance, now invites back the sleepiness that a few hours ago had been stolen by his loneliness and sadness.
The sound of the Quranic holy verses before dawn began to be heard from the speakers of the pesantren mosque. Master Izzul Islam got up and stepped towards his bed. Slowly he laid his body. Photo Rianti with a blue frame on the bedside table, turned to face it. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
After being satisfied to look at Rianti's photo, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam reached for a phone next to the photo. He felt the responsibility if he had to sleep while the dawn was almost here. He will call Abdul Khalik to make him coffee so that his eyes are back awake.
Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. There was a short message with an unknown number. Master Izzul Islam opened it and began to read it.
"Assalamualaikum, Brother Tuan. I am saddened by the loss of Nyai's mother. I wanted to talk to you directly, Sir, but I'm ashamed. Have patience, sir. These are all tests from God. Layla's.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. Looking at the time of sending the sms, it looks like Layla just sent it.
Master Izzul Islam began typing.
"Thank you, Layla. Insha Allah, pray for your brother to remain patient and calm.
"Amin, sir. Your master is not asleep?
"Not yet,"
Layla who was across frowned. The answer he received from Master Izzul Islam was too short. His hands were confused to follow the message Layla wanted to write. The answer is too short. Like a signal for the conversation to end. Layla became hesitant as to whether to continue sending it or to end it. But he was also confused to ask what else to Master Izzul Islam.
"Don't..." Layla massages her forehead hard. This is his chance to open the door to be closer to the Master Teacher Izzul Islam. At the very least, this text tonight will open the door in that direction.
"Sir Master what else?"
Layla closed her eyes. He was ashamed of the words he was about to send. He removed it again. But after that, he was confused. There were no other words suitable to replace the words he had erased earlier. He wrote it back.
"Bismillah,"
Layla pressed the send hint while closing her eyes. He sighs. He glanced at the message he had just sent. Undeliverable. He let out a long sigh.long wait, the answer from Master Izzul Islam never came. Layla got up and paced fretfully in front of her mirror.
"One, two, Three." count Layla in your heart. No sms ringtones heard. Layla sat down again. He picked up his phone and checked the message he sent. Is it okay, sis mister lazy reply to his sms? or maybe your master is asleep. But dawn is almost here. Master Izzul Islam cannot sleep. Master teachers usually wake up one third of the night for tahajjud prayer until dawn. Or maybe a signal problem? various questions came to Layla's mind. After thinking for a moment, he again sent the same text a second time.
Layla gave a long sigh. A minute more passed, text reply from Master Izzul Islam has not yet come. He felt desperate. His body was thrown on the bed. Master Izzul Islam does not want it. He still considers her a child. Inner Layla fretting. Layla soars when she hears the phone ringing. Layla's heart was pounding.
"Sorry, brother. Brother new master from the bathroom. Go to ngimami santri mosque. Brother also prayed?"
A smile rose again on Layla's lips. He feels very happy. He was back excited.
"Yes, sir. Happy dawn prayer.
Layla re-shed her body with an unrelenting smile pinched from her lips. He does not need to wait anymore whether Master Izzul Islam will reply to text or not. Obviously, tonight she feels beautiful again. Tomorrow night he will contact Master Izzul Islam again. There will be many questions about religious lessons in school that he will ask the Master Izzul Islam. He hoped, Master Teacher Izzul Islam will send him to the house because it is impossible to answer his question by text.
"Yes!" Layla shouted as she raised her hand. After that he got up and stepped out of the room.
The sound of the dawn Adhan began to sound simple. Expelling the cold that enveloped the bodies of those who forced their eyes awake answered the cry.
The dawn is full of challenges because of the cold and the pleasure of sleeping. But dawn is the time when people pray and pray to avoid reinforcements and disasters. When the motions are rampant and there is no effort and power to prevent them, so God puts various disasters on the earth. So prayer in a hard time to wake up, when most are still reluctant to open the blanket, may be a protector from all dangers and disasters. May the spoken be in harmony with the deeds.