NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#182/ Three Months Later.
Sulastri was still speechless looking at Rianti who was sitting in front of him. In the waiting room.
Since Rianti expressed a desire that Sulastri thought was crazy, although religiously permissible, he could only be silent looking at Rianti. He long wondered in his heart the wonder. What is Rianti's heart made of? He thought there would be no woman who had a heart like Rianti, but in reality, he was now faced with that figure. What an amazingly amazing thing. Rianti has really been transformed as a figure who has almost no room to look for his weaknesses.
Sulastri gave a short sigh. Both Rianti's hands are on the brake.
"Have you talked to your Master?" ask Sulastri. Rianti. Sulastri frowned.
"Later, Mom. Rianti will definitely talk about it with Brother Tuan," replied Rianti.
"That woman too?"
Rianti smiled.
"Jamila, Mom,"
Sulastri nodded lazily. Not because he hated Jamila, he just still could not accept Rianti's decision.
"Think about it, son. Why you should sacrifice your feelings. Brother your master I am sure can stand it. Soon you will be free. There are only three months left" Sulastri said. He tried again in the hope that Rianti could change his decision.
Rianti smiled.
"Nothing I sacrificed, ma'am. This is a great happiness for Rianti. Rianti's decision did not necessarily appear because he saw your brother alone. Nevermind, Mom. Don't think too much. There are many things Jamila can do to help you. His religious knowledge is equivalent to pesantren children. And most importantly, if it wasn't for her man, I wouldn't have seen this kind of Rianti" Rianti said at length. Rianti just let out a long sigh. Looking at Rianti's gaze, it seemed like Rianti's decision was difficult to change. Sulastri gave a long sigh. Rianti smiled. He raised his hands and kissed her. It made Sulastri's heart weaken. He could not force her to reverse her decision.
Sulastri stared at Rianti for quite a while. Rianti's gaze was like a glass, begging Sulastri not to influence his decision anymore. She was afraid Sulastri would exercise her right as a mother, so she could not argue with him.
"Mom can't force you, son. Although at this time I have not been too accepting of your decision, but I believe your decision is already you think carefully."
Rianti's smile was wide.
"Thank you, Mom. This has been Rianti think about and disdain
long before. My heart has no doubt about that. And may Allah bless my decision" said Rianti. For a moment both were silent.
"So when will Jamila be free" asked Sulastri. The phone on the table was taken and put in his bag.
"God willing, three more days, ma'am" replied Rianti. Sulastri nodded small.
"Oh yes, Mom. How many percent of the pesantrennya cottage construction dik Fahmi?"
Sulastri smiled. He sighed long. His face turned bright.
"Alhamdulillah, the ten foundations of the dormitory are finished. Later in the night, his congregation Brother Your master will come in royong. Hopefully in two more weeks, those ten dorms are done a hundred percent."
"Alhamdulillah, there are already those who leave their children at home while waiting for the dormitory to be completed,"
Rianti's face twinkled.
"Alhamdulillah, Rianti is happy, ma'am. Hopefully what is now done in Fahmi gets a blessing from Allah swt," said Rianti.
"Alright, then, mom comes home first. This afternoon, there will be more pilgrims who will getong royong. I also want to stop by the restaurant of Bu pratiwi. Mother had a fried message for the working people," said Sulastri.one of his hands pressed on a chair to help his body stand. He approached Rianti and helped him stand up. After that he hugged her. After being satisfied to hug Rianti, Sulastri felt Rianti's stomach that had looked enlarged while stroking it gently. He then kissed Rianti's stomach.
"Mother's grandson, who is well here huh?, who is patient, that God may love you. Grandma was sure that you would be a strong and pious child like your master's two" Sulastri whispered in Rianti's stomach. Rianti smiled as he said amen. Sulastri looked back at Rianti. Rianti's face rubbed.
"You take care of your health, too, son. I can't wait to see you back. If later you are free, ask permission from your master for a week to accompany mother at home. I really want to sleep with you like I used to" Sulastri said. Rianti's forehead kissed him. Rianti nodded. Her tears came out, but Sulastri brushed them.
"No need to lure my mother's tears. Come on, accompany me outside" Sulastri said. Rianti's hand was grabbed by him and walked out of the room. Rianti waved his hand as Sulastri waved his hand from inside the car as the car started to exit the gate.
* * * * *
Time keeps passing. It doesn't feel like dusk has sunk. Dark slapping. But a different atmosphere was seen in front of Sulastri's mansion. The rice field that was once slapping and dark in front of the gate of the house, now looks flat. Several sand trucks have been pacing back and forth since this morning to stockpile the rice fields. Lighting lamps in pairs almost filled the rice fields that Sulastri had purchased for the construction site of the boarding school. Tonight there will be a massive gotong royong in that place.
Messengers of Master Teacher Izzul Islam have also been seen coming and gathered in front of the gate while waiting for bi Aisyah and Munawarah to make them coffee. Sulastri who mingled was seen to serve fried food that had been purchased from the restaurant Bu Pratiwi.
The sound of Kasidah music played by Mr. Bayan sounded crowded filling the atmosphere of the night.
Move a few kilos from that place. Precisely in the women's room in eastern Lombok, Rianti and Jamila who had just finished praying isya, seen sitting on the bed. Two plastic boxes containing food, which had been brought by Sulastri, were opened by Rianti. There is oyster mushroom chili, dried fish and fried duck meat. From inside the large black crackle bag, Rianti took out a few drinks and handed them to Jamila.
Jamila was silent. His expression seemed not excited. His gaze weakly stared at the food in front of him. Tonight he felt no appetite. In three days he will be free. While Rianti himself must still serve the rest of his sentence for three more months. The freedom that is so eagerly awaited by prisoners, even now becomes an unpleasant moment for him. Without Rianti, his freedom means nothing. Although the place he will be able to reach after being free is clear.
Rianti let out a long breath. He stopped lifting his mouth because he saw Jamila looked not excited.
"Come, Jamila. Don't be like that. Be eating. You have eaten a little lately. You'll be sick later,"
Jamila lowered her face. He looked at Rianti sadly.
"Tomorrow to see the warden again. I don't want to be free" Jamila said. Rianti smiled.
"You heard it yourself yesterday. Like it or not, you have to leave this place" said Rianti. he washed his hands and held Jamila's shoulders.
* * * * *
"What?, brother Rianti said so?" Fahmi who was sitting on the porch of the house after visiting the congregation who was carrying royong tonight, half surprised when he heard the story of Sulastri sitting next to him. He looked at Sulastri's face. For a moment he was silent with a frown. But after a while, the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to soften. He sighs.
"Surprising indeed, but it's legitimate if it's Rianti's brother who wants it." Fahmi looked back at Sulastri.
"Did you ask me why Rianti did this" continued Fahmi.
Sulastri.
"Your brother always makes decisions with religious considerations. That's why we never win and can get in the way of decisions we think are wrong" Sulastri said.
"Ck.ck.ck, Rianti's sister is an amazing woman. O Allah, if I am met with a woman, I will meet a woman like Rianti. That's incredible!" said Fahmi shaking his head. Sulastri.
"I imagine, maybe Rianti took the biggest part in the company, but he gave it up to be divided equally and for the benefit of religion and public," said Fahmi amazed.
Sulastri smiled. He got up and stood up.
"Yes, you keep an eye on the people who work. I want to rest" said Sulastri. He immediately turned around and entered the house, leaving Fahmi who seemed to be still fixated on admiring Rianti's figure.
* * * * *
Jamila was seen back among the guards after a few minutes at the guard post cooking warm water for Rianti. A glass of hot milk for Rianti to prepare. Rianti who was on the bed reading the Qur'an turned his head and smiled at Jamila as Jamila placed a glass of milk nearby. Rianti kissed the Qur'an in his hand and then closed it.
"Thanks,"
Jamila smile.
"Still hot. While waiting, let's lay your body down. Let me massage your feet" said Jamila. Rianti refuses, but Jamila forces him to lie down. Jamila started to stomp her feet.
"Jamila, how does it feel to give birth. People say that giving birth is a time between life and death" Rianti said. Jamila smile.
"The only thing is to come here. Same, I haven't felt it either. Just not married yet" Jamila said.
"Attent." Suddenly Jamila remembered something. He lowered his body and bowed under the bed. He pulled a big bag out of it. Rianti just stared in wonder and did not understand what Jamila was doing.
"What the hell is that?" ask Rianti. Jamila just fell silent and began to dismantle one by one the clothes folded in the bag. He sighed short.
"I forgot where to put it" said Jamila. The clothes in the bag are back. When he finished, he put it back under the bed.
Jamila went back to massaging Rianti's legs. Rianti frowned.
"Kamo have not answered anyway, find what," asked Rianti again.
"I just remembered, I was once given the same practice as my teacher when Aliyah. But I forgot where to keep it" said Jamila.
"Are you going to jail?"
"That last note was on the pants I used when I was arrested. It's been too long, but...?" Jamila tried to remember. He was silent for a moment. Jamila smile.
"Well, I remember now." Jamila fixed her sitting position. This time he was cross-legged in front of Rianti lying down.
"Listen well yes. This is your provision later if you give birth to children. Maybe Master Teacher hasn't had the time to tell you yet" Jamila said. Rianti smiled and nodded his head.
"Compared to animals, more humans do not survive childbirth. It is appropriate for a woman who gives birth between life and death. For salvation in childbirth, a woman is encouraged to read the letter of Al-Insyiqoq verses one through five." Rianti raised his body slowly and leaned against the wall.
"Whoever fears miscarriage, read Ya Hasiybu seven times. Read it while stroking your stomach. May Allah grant salvation to you and to your baby. And if you want a boy, then intend if you are pregnant, the child in your womb will you name Abdul Qadir," continued Jamila. Rianti was still silent, as if waiting for the words to be conveyed again by Jamila. But until there, Jamila said nothing. He turned back on his feet.
"That's all?" ask Rianti. Jamila smile. He nodded his head.
"The rest, ask the same Master" said Jamila. Rianti smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, I have knowledge again. Little but very useful" Rianti said.
The sound of a loud punch came from outside. Jamila. The blanket folded next to Rianti was called. Rianti's body was helped back to lie down. Half Rianti's body was then covered with a blanket.
"It's 12 o'clock, it's time for you to rest. I'll just sleep downstairs" said Jamila.
"It's okay, we can share a bed. Still fit," said Rianti.
"I'm sleeping under. You have to have space so that your body is not stiff" said Jamila. He then got up and picked up the mat and rolled it out under Rianti. Slowly he laid his body.
"Good sleep, Jamila," said Rianti. Jamila smile.
The night began to grow late. The quiet atmosphere in the room slowly led the two to sleep in a deep sleep.