NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#183

Morning is bright. The sound of birds hanging on the porch of the house sounds melodious, like looking for the attention of Mr. Nurasmin who was enjoying his warm coffee on the terrace of the house.

"Mom, I'm leaving. Please get me the car keys" call Mr. Nurasmin. Not long after, Sofia's mom showed up. The key in his hand was placed on the table.

"Which son, not other than attending school" asked Mr. Nurasmin.

"Say he'll leave later, sir. He said that on Saturdays, usually not too active to learn," said Sofia. He sighed long. He sat down near Nurasmin. Mr. Nurasmin, who had intended to leave, abandoned his intentions. Seeing Sofia's matted face, he put the key back on the table.

"Mother face why? Not excited in the morning,"

Sofia looked back.

"That son, sir. Lately he's been quiet like that. Her work in the room continued," said Sofia ma'am. Mr. Nurasmin was silent for a moment.

"This is a test when it's 3rd grade. Even in the father's class, many are married, but in a few months they graduate." Mr. Nurasmin took the key back.

"Mother often accompanies him. Tell him to be patient," continued Mr. Nurasmin.

"But I think it's still an old problem, sir."

"Which problem," asked Nurasmin.

"Obviously, it's a matter of your master,"

Mr. Nurasmin sighed shortly. He looked at Sofia for a moment. The clock in his hand. What Sofia just said made her uneasy. But he has to leave soon. He's got the earliest schedule today at school. He was afraid of being late.

"Let's talk about it after you get home from school, Mom. Now, I'll ask him to talk carefully. Later all the fathers stopped by the house of Mr. Sukirman. Want some water for our son,"

"Don't ask me to do it, sir,"

"Shame, Mom. What do you want to answer later if Nak Izzulnya for what. Cook you so that Layla can forget you" said Mr. Nurasmin. Then he stood up. Sofia stood up and kissed Nurasmin's hand.

"Later we'll talk, Mom. You want to leave first. Assalamualaikum,"

"Wa aleikum salam."

Bu Sofia went back inside the house after the car driven by Mr. Nurasmin disappeared from his view. But just as he was entering, he saw Layla coming out of his room . He was surprised that Layla was still wearing her nightgown.

"You don't go to school, son." Bu Sofia stepped closer to Layla who was standing at her doorstep.

"Layla's not coming in, ma'am. Layla is not well" Layla said. Bu Sofia sighed. Layla's hand was held by him and invited to sit on the living room sofa.

"Lately I've noticed that you stay up a lot. That's why if your morning is not eager to go to school. You're graduating soon, son. Awake if you're lazy" said Sofia's mom. Layla did not answer. He lowered his face with a blank look. Sofia rubbed Layla's hair.

"Don't overload your mind with anything heavy, son. You are still young. Your future lies ahead there. If you keep thinking about something you haven't thought about yet, it could ruin you,"

Layla raised her face. He looked at the withered Sofia Bu.

"Then, find Layla a cure so that Layla forgets what Layla always thought of right now,"

"The magic of shamans, if your heart has been overpowered by your feelings, whatever mantras or incantations, will never work, son. The cure is in your efforts to try to forget it,"

"But the thing is, Layla can't, ma'am. If only this sense could Layla move to mother, of course mother will not ask again this problem. It's tough for Layla, Mom,"

"But mother wants how else. I can't keep seeing you like this,"

"See you to talk to me, sir. The marriage that was once void can still be repaired. After all, Rianti's brother is still in prison,"

"That's what it's called ruining people's households, son. Can't do it,"

"In any case, why would you marry a troubled person like Rianti's sister."

"That's because you rejected the match, son. If only you wanted to, of course now you are already your master's wife,"

"That's what makes Layla sorry, ma'am. It's also what makes Layla never stop thinking about it" Layla said in a loud tone. He suddenly got up and immediately left Sofia's mom to his room. The sound of the door slammed, making Sofia's mom surprised. His gaze fixedly stared at the door of Layla's room. Sofia's mother let out a long sigh.

"Yes, God. What should I do."

Bu Sofia got up and stepped slowly towards the courtyard of the house. Dry leaves scattered in the yard and then cleaned it.

* * * * *

Master Izzul Islam greeted the friendly officers who were sitting in front of the terrace. Some people who know Master Izzul Islam immediately approached and regretted it.

An officer escorted him to the meeting room. While Mr. Bayan, come sit with some officers on the terrace.

After some time of waiting, Rianti finally came out. This time he was accompanied by Jamila. The look of Jamila's face was cheerful to see Master Izzul Islam smiling towards them. He had only seen Master Izzul Islam once when he preached at his workplace. That too from a distance. At the moment he is so close to that charismatic figure. His lectures are friendly and welcoming, making him welcome anywhere. Including people who never see it. But the officer only allowed him to take Rianti, after that, he had to return to clean-up activities in the washroom.

"Sir, this is Jamila. This is Rianti's roommate from the first time he entered this room," said Rianti after kissing his hand and hugging Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Jamila was embarrassed.

"Rianti tells you a lot. Thank you for taking care of my wife while here. May Allah repay the kindness of sisters" said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila smiled nodding her small head.

"Jamila has long wanted to see Master. He asked permission just to shake hands with your brother" Rianti said.

"Owh, so." Master Izzul Islam took his torment and coated his hands. He then thrust his hand towards Jamila. Embarrassedly, Jamila greeted the hands of Master Izzul Islam and kissed him. Master Izzul Islam immediately withdrew his hand. Rianti who saw him just smiled.

"Rianti, I think I'm going straight in. Waiting for the officer" whispered Jamila. He looked back at the officer who was still waiting for him by the door. He sighs. Slowly he turned his gaze towards Master Izzul Islam.

"Let's Master, I say goodbye first" said Jamila. He immediately turned his body around and left both of them. Rianti smiled. From the way it goes, Rianti knows how happy Jamila is because she finally got to meet Master Izzul Islam.

Master Izzul Islam holds Rianti's stomach and rubs it gently. A happy expression emanated from the faces of the two. Rianti's forehead was snatched away. After that take turns kissing Rianti's stomach.

"Hey, I can already kick it. You know that you are now facing the same father," said Master Izzul Islam joyful when a movement felt in the stomach of Rianti. Rianti who saw him just smiled. After landing a kiss once more into Rianti's stomach, Master Izzul Islam holds both of Rianti's shoulders. He then took Rianti to sit down.

"How are you doing" said Master Izzul Islam after sitting beside Rianti. Rianti did not answer. He rests his head on the shoulders of Master Guru Izzul Islam. Every time Master Izzul Islam came to visit him, he always missed that shoulder. The shoulder that every night is always the backrest while telling stories before going to bed. Master Izzul Islam smiled and stroked Rianti's head.

"So soon my sister will be free. God will make time for both of us much longer. Rest assured, this is the last test for us" said Master Izzul Islam.

"Oh yes, Brother. Brother already memorized 30 juz." Rianti raised his head and glanced towards Master Teacher Izzul Islam. The smile of Master Izzul Islam expands. His eyes look sparkling.

"God, Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah" said Mr. Izzul Islam Guru gratefully. Rianti's body hugged him and unceasingly kissed his forehead.

"Come, ask for whatever gift your sister wants. There is no prize to appreciate the success of this little brother, but I hope whatever I give is something special to him. Ask and I'll give it to you,"

Rianti smiled. He looked at the spoiled Master Teacher Izzul Islam.

"really? Whatever is it that you're asking for?"

Master Izzul Islam nodded. He pinched Rianti's cheek.

"Lying is one of the qualities of a hypocrite. Naudzubillahi min dzalik, I don't want to have one of those hypocrites,"

Rianti held one of the hands of Master Izzul Islam and kissed him.

"By having his brother memorize the Qur'an, then Brother Tuan should spend more time Kak Tuan to listen to the memorization of his sister," said Rianti.

"But this isn't the gift your sister asked for? The submission of the prize followed recently," continued Rianti.

"Ready, if not tired, I must spend time for my sister" said Mr. Izzul Islam.

"But if it's not wrong, Jamila later if it's free, will stay at home mom. Why don't you just invite him to stay at home so you can be together again," continued Mr. Guru Izzul Islam after a moment of silence. Rianti's smile expands.

"Well, that's the prize" said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead.

"If it doesn't have to be a gift. Dik Rianti is the boss at home. Just an order, I'll give it. If Jamila wants to and I don't mind her staying home, why not. Ask the others dong,"

Rianti gave a long sigh. He looked at the face of the old Master Izzul Islam. For a moment, both eyes looked at each other. Rianti smiled. He turned his body to face Master Izzul Islam. Both hands of Master Izzul Islam held by him.

"Eemmm..," Rianti directed her gaze upwards.

"What do you want?" he said while glancing spoiled towards Master Teacher Izzul Islam. His index was tapped slowly on his chin. He sighed long. He turned his gaze towards the clock hanging on the wall. He only had one more minute until the officers came to bring him back in. He did not have time to delay again to convey what he had long wanted to convey to Master Izzul Islam. The offer of a gift from Master Izzul Islam today is the right moment to convey it. He also had to start seriously so that Master Teacher Izzul Islam did not take him playfully. But when he looked at Master Teacher Izzul Islam, he became afraid to convey it. Seeing Rianti silent with a different facial expression, Master Izzul Islam changed to hold Rianti's hand.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled as he shook his head.

"Sir Master has promised to grant whatever Rianti wants. Rianti knows, Brother Tuan will definitely keep the promise of your brother," said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam nodded.

"I've told all of you about Jamila. He's more than a friend. He was a friend, a teacher and a patient person who guided me until I really realized and regretted my mistakes. When I was desperate God would not forgive me for my sin of killing my own father, he would endlessly give me hope that God would forgive my sin. Not there, he began to teach me to read the Qur'an. Who can stand to teach a blind adult at all about the science of religion until he becomes very eloquent, can even circumcise the Qur'an? I am indebted to him, not even my life is enough to repay him. There is no greater happiness than to know God and to love his religion." Rianti rubbed the tears flowing down her cheeks. Master Izzul Islam rubbed his shoulders.

"People who have helped me to know God deserve high esteem" Rianti concluded. Master Teacher Izzul Islam took a long breath.

"I don't understand what kind of high esteem we should give Jamila. He was a very meritorious person in the religious life of his sister. Money and luxury were certainly not something he wanted. I'm also sure my sister doesn't want that as a gift for Jamila" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled nodding his head. He looked at Master Izzul Islam.

"Sister wants Brother to marry her."

Master Izzul Islam was shocked. He did not expect those words to come out of Rianti's mouth. He released his gotu kola plan in Rianti's hands. He scrunched his forehead while looking at Rianti's eyes, like he was looking for justification in those two eyes. Rianti again nodded his head in response to the doubts he had caught from the eyes of Master Izzul Islam.

"What are you talking about, Rianti. L'm...I don't_,"

"Sir Master has promised and that's the gift that my sister asked for" Rianti said. He pulled back both hands of Master Izzul Islam and placed them on his chest.

"For the sake of Allah, Brother Master. This is what my sister wanted. Brother wants Tuan to marry Jamila. He can help us take care of the boarding house. We can make it a house near the girls' dorm. He can count on it. Please, Brother Master. Give me this request. Please,"

Master Teacher Izzul Islam closed his eyes while sighing long. He never thought of polygamy. He wanted to spend the rest of his life alone with Rianti. Master Izzul Islam reopened his eyes.

"I'm not a fair person for this matter, Rianti. That's why I'm so surprised you're making this kind of request,"

"I as your wife testify that Brother Master is a very fair person. Even if Brother Tuan has four wives. Jamila is a disgraced man. She's a woman who has no one. So great is the reward we'll get if we take it as part of our nuclear family,"

"Yes, but not necessarily by marrying her, sister,"

"But according to the younger brother, Brother Tuan must marry her. And your brother deserves more than one wife."

Master Izzul Islam is no longer able to say anything. He hung his face long ago. Rianti rubbed the shoulders of Master Guru Izzul Islam. The forehead of Master Izzul Islam was full of warmth.

"I love, Brother Master. And this is how I love you. I'm not afraid to share with other women if it's for God's sake. Reassure your heart, Brother Tuan," said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam raised his face. He held Rianti's face.

"Truly I'm ashamed to look at you, Rianti. It was as if I was dealing with a Rabiatul Adawiyah. No man in his day dared to propose to him because of his high drajatnya on the side of God. In fact, even the guardians were ashamed," said Master Izzul Islam in a trembling tone. He felt his whole joint shake. Rianti smiled. He embraced the body of Master Izzul Islam.

"Don't say that, Brother Master. Brother Master is my priest. My paradise is in your riddhamu. My time for you overcame my service to my parents" whispered Rianti. His tears flowed again as he kissed Master Izzul Islam's cheek.

The voice of the officer deheman from outside the door made the two let go of their respective hugs. Master Izzul Islam took his torment and wiped the tears of Rianti. Rianti did the same. Tears of Master Izzul Islam rubbed her with the tip of her headscarf.

"Sir Master has not given me an answer. Say, Brother Master. Did Master grant my request?"

Master Izzul Islam sighed.

"Everything should be directed, brother. So that all our decisions are respected by Allah" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled. He brought his face back to the ears of Master Izzul Islam.

"Sir Master doesn't have to do it. This wife of yours has already done it for your brother. In my dream, Jamila's face sneezed like a moon" Rianti said. The hand of Master Izzul Islam was kissed. After that, he thrust his forehead to be kissed by Master Izzul Islam.

Mr. Guru Izzul Islam then drove Rianti to the front door.

"Take care of your health and the health of your baby" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam shortly after arriving at the door. Rianti smiled nodding his head.

"Assalamualaikum, sire,"

"Wa aleikum salam."

Master Izzul Islam is still stunned standing in place even though Rianti's body is no longer visible. He only realized when some people came to regret it. They also drove Master Izzul Islam to his car.