NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#188
Mata Jamila glanced back and forth watching the super big and luxurious house in front of her when Sulastri invited her in after getting out of the car. The model of a luxury house that he used to see often in the Jerowaru Daye area, which is the most elite area, occupied by entrepreneurs. Sulastri who saw him only smiled. The figure of Jamila who seemed amazed by his large house, reminded him back to himself a few decades ago, when he was first invited by the late Yulian Wibowo.
"Jamila, you put that bag on the patio table first. You will introduce to other residents who live here. Look at your room" said Sulastri. Jamila nodded and placed her bag on the table. After that, Sulastri took her to the kitchen.
The smell of food from the kitchen was smelled when Sulastri and Jamila were just a few steps away from the side yard of the house. In the kitchen, it appears that bi Aisyah and Munawarah are busy cooking in the kitchen. The two turned their heads towards Sulastri and Jamila as the two went inside.
"What to do, Bi," asked Sulastri.
"Here, asked to Fahmi for banana compote. He said later tonight was the last night pilgrims would getong royong," said bi Aisyah.
"Loh, haven't I called Retno, haven't I come yet?" sulastri.
"Already, Mom. It's right next door. Nak Fahmi said, today all of you want to bring the orphanage children here to eat together." Sulastri nodded and began to check some of the food that was ready. While Sulastri is seen busy checking the food, Jamila approaches Munawarah who is frying the fish. He asked Munawarah to hand over the sutil in his hand and replace it to fry the fish. Jamila's hands were so deftly flipping some fish inside the frying pan. Sulastri smiled.
"Come, give Munawarah another hand. Go to your room first and rest. Let them both clean up" Sulastri said.
"Mom, Jamila's here first. I think there is a lot of work in the kitchen. I want to help auntie both," Jamila said as she stared at bi Aisyah and Munawarah. Sulastri stared at Jamila's body which began to resume her work. He sighs.
"All right then. Bi, take Jamila to eat later, then take her to her room. I'm going to take a break" Sulastri said. After that he went out.
It did not take too long, Jamila already looks familiar with bi Aisyah and Munawarah. They seem to know you for a long time. Even once in a while there was a crisp laugh from the three on the sidelines of their work.
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Time keeps passing. It does not feel the Maghrib Adhan has reverberated. The twilight had anchored, turning dark.
Inside her room, Layla was seen pacing back and forth with her face still on her body after the maghrib prayer. He did not know what time Master Izzul Islam would come to his house. Sitting first at the dresser, rubbing lipstick pink and make up on her cheeks on her wipe back. A few sheets of tissue were strewn across the floor. Somehow he suddenly felt lipstick and the polished makeup on his face was too excessive. But he is used to doing it. Lipstick and make up were the same lipstick and makeup that he often used every day. And he just polished it just like when he wore it to school.
Layla stared at the clock on the wall. Almost isya. Layla stepped towards the dressing table and sat down. He sighed and began to notice the details of his face in front of the mirror. Without makeup, she felt her face was not beautiful. Not only his face, he saw his appearance looked unattractive. Her friends' praise of her beautiful body and face, as well as some guys who fought over her at school, tonight was useless. The arrival of Master Teacher Izzul Islam really makes it like a painter who is stunned in front of the canvas and can never scratch his brush.
Adzan isya's voice. Layla nodded back. He fixed the mucous circles on his face. He smiled, trying to get rid of the gurgles on his chest. He assured himself that the face he wore and without makeup on his face was enough to meet Master Izzul Islam. If he continued to be unsure of his face and appearance, he would continue to be stunned in front of his mirror.
There was a knock from the door of the room. Layla immediately ducked collecting the tissues strewn beneath her and dumped them in the trash.
"Son, wait for your father. We pray isya' congregated," Sofia's voice sounded from outside.
"Yes, Mom. Layla wants out" Layla replied. After noticing her face for a moment in front of the mirror, Layla immediately rushed out.
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The sound of the car horn was heard once from the outside. Layla's heart was pounding. Chests pounding. After praying isya' and having dinner, he immediately entered his room. It was over an hour after the isha' prayer and dinner he waited restlessly in his room. There was no sound of his father calling Mr. Guru Izzul Islam who asked about his arrival tonight. And now, after hearing the sound of cars and horns outside the house, the uneasy feelings in his heart seemed to have exploded.
Layla walked slowly towards the window of the room facing the courtyard of the house. He pulled out a little mosquito net that covered the window. Layla smiles. Master Izzul Islam was seen coming out of the car to welcome Sofia and Nurasmin.
Layla immediately closed her window nets and stepped towards the dressing table. The mukena he had removed was re-installed. Time feels so narrow. He hopes that Sofia's mom doesn't come to call him before he's steady with his performance.
A knocking sound was heard from the door of the room. Layla gave a long sigh. The door sounds creeping. From behind the mirror, he saw Sofia smiling and stepped closer to him.
"It has. Without make up you're beautiful, son. People like your master's sister are not interested in the beauty of zahir, he is attracted to women who are rich in heart," said Sofia bu while tidying up the back of the face that Layla wears. Layla smiles. Sofia's words calmed her down.
"Come on, it'll be late at night. Poor brother Your master. It's a long way home" said Bu Sofia. Layla's hand held her and held her out.
Layla sighed softly. The closer he got to the living room, his heart thump felt stronger.
Master Izzul Islam turned his head when Sofia and Layla were seen approaching. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Layla lowered her head. His face was flushed with embarrassment. Sweat began to gather on his forehead. He felt sultry because suddenly his entire body had been overcome by sweat.
"Sir, Ma'am, sorry, so as not to get too late, I want to talk directly to Layla" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Mr. Nurasmin glanced at Sofia's mother. Both nod.
Sofia took the tissue on the table and held it in Layla's hand. After that he got up following Mr. Nurasmin and stepped leaving the two in the living room.
"Mom, come. You can't steal to hear it like that. Let's just wait for Layla's attitude after meeting Izzul's son," said Mr. Nurasmin when he saw Sofia's mother peeking out from behind a mosquito net. Sofia's mother let out a long sigh. His gaze looked dejectedly staring at Layla who was still bowing her head. Without realizing it, her tears flowed.
"Mom didn't expect our son to be this fast, sir. His ideals for a high school might just disappear." Mr. Nurasmin approached and held Sofia's shoulder.
"But what if Izzul's son agrees and wants to marry our son, sir," Sofia said. Mr. Nurasmin smiled.
"Yes, it's okay, Mom. What else you want,"
"But this seems too hasty, sir,"
"The rush was recommended in three respects, burying the maye after his death, paying off debts and the latter marrying off the girl if it was time. Layla is still in school, but in thinking she thinks she is an adult. Keeping a girl is harder than keeping a tiger. Especially in this age. By marrying her, she is better able to keep her sight and honor," said Mr. Nurasmin.he then released Sofia's hand grip on the mosquito net. Sofia's mother's body was then turned over and invited her into the room.
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"How's it going, Dik Layla. Okay?" said Master Izzul Islam started the conversation. Layla smiled and nodded her head. He still lifted his head heavy. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He looked at Layla.
"The father told me everything. At first I was shocked when I heard my father's story. The events of the past few months I never thought about. That's what I thought of then. And what Layla did in the past by running away because she refused unilateral matchmaking is natural. If I were in Layla's position, I would do the same." Master Izzul Islam was silent for a moment. In her mouth was white water in front of her. He looked back at Layla who kept her head down. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Your time is long, Dik Layla. You're too young to think of anything that might just sit in Layla's heart for a moment. If Dik Layla tries not to pay too much attention to it, the feeling must be lost," continued Mr. Izzul Islam.
Layla shook her head. The headband slowly rejected the advice of Master Izzul Islam almost invisibly. He started to feel nervous. Never mind, Master Izzul Islam came to see him just to advise him to stop liking him.
"Rethink that feeling you're feeling, brother. It can be a temptation. The temptation often comes when one has signs of success" said Master Izzul Islam after a long silence on Layla. No response from Layla. Even the momentary atmosphere became silent. Master Izzul Islam saw, Layla is currently not in need of advice. If he keeps talking without any answer from Layla, he's sure there will be no change from his arrival tonight.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh.
"Layla, do you really want me?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Layla raised her face. He stared for a moment at Master Teacher Izzul Islam and then looked down again. He nodded his head once. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"I'm willing to marry you but if you can meet my two conditions." the words of Master Izzul Islam made the uneasiness in Layla's heart instantly disappear. Breath restrained. Both of his lips he could not move to just ask the two conditions proposed by Master Izzul Islam. He could only gesture with a nod of his head.
"The first condition is that you should continue with your school. I want you to continue until it's over. We can't get married when you're still at a government-sanctioned age to get married. How, Dik. Do you agree to these terms?"
Layla's speechless. Master Izzul Islam is still waiting for his answer.
Layla smiles. He nodded his head. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"The second condition you will know later after you bring me your graduation letter."
Layla frowned. He nodded and raised his face. This time he tried to last longer looking at Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"I risked my Master Teacher title if I lied to you. I promise you, if you have met the two conditions that I have proposed, I will marry you, God willing. And you don't have to think about it much anymore. I will keep my promise" said Master Izzul Islam. The words of Master Izzul Islam calmed Layla's heart and made her smile.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh.
"Stupid, death, is God's secret. We are just told to work. And I salute the efforts that Layla has made. If we are fooled, there is no need to bother thinking about it. We must be destined together. Expand prayers and prayers, God willing, Allah will do us good" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam while reaching for a glass in front of him. He then sipped it until it was over.
"Sister sir." Layla's hoarse voice made Master Teacher Izzul Islam turn his head. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smilingly nodded his head.
"I'm sorry if I used to curse and berate Mr. Nyai's sister because of the matchmaking. I'm sorry for running away and humiliating you. I'm really sorry" Layla said. Her tears are flowing.
Master Izzul Islam smiled again. He looked at Layla.
"Not to think about it. Before Layla apologized, I forgave her. I understand very well the situation at Layla at that time," said Mr. Izzul Islam.
"Now, calm your heart. I promised I'd marry you. I will not break my promise if you fulfill the conditions." Master Izzul Islam glanced at his watch. He sighs.
"It's almost 10 o'clock. Now call father and mother. I want to go home" said Master Izzul Islam. Layla nodded her head, but she still did not get up from her seat. Master Teacher Izzul Islam knows Layla is still shy. He picked up the phone in his pocket and started pretending to be busy pressing the button. Layla looks up and takes a slow step towards her father's room.
"Well, how fast, Izzul boy. We ate and just got home" Sofia said from behind. Master Izzul Islam rose when he saw Sofia, Nurasmin and Layla stepped closer to him.
"It's late, Mom. Next time," said Master Izzul Islam as he approached the three. He then shakes up all three.
"Mother thank you very much Nak Izzul would like to visit us on the sidelines of busy Izzul Nak," said Sofia. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
Mr. Nurasmin and Ms. Sofia escorted Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to the courtyard of the house. Layla herself chose to go into her room and see Master Izzul Islam from behind the bed nets of her bedroom window. Unceasingly a smile rang from his lips when he saw the radiant face of Master Izzul Islam. Until the car driven by Master Izzul Islam had come out and darted in the streets, Layla was still standing stunned staring outwards. His happiness now seemed to have pecked strongly on both feet to stay standing staring at the shadow of Master Izzul Islam who was like still out there.