NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#189
Layla closed her eyes as she let out a long sigh. A sense of happiness and calm now had taken hold of his heart. What he heard directly from Master Izzul Islam had little to give him hope for his future with Master Izzul Islam. He has to believe that. He just needs to hear it directly from Master Teacher Izzul Islam. The matter of what will happen later, he will wait for that moment with Istiqomah praying. He will finish his school in a few months. He does not need to think about the second condition that will be proposed by Master Izzul Islam after he graduated later. He is sure that Master Izzul Islam will keep his promise.
Layla turned her body and stepped towards the study table that was in the other corner of her room. Some of the books he had put in the cardboard a few days ago, he took them out again. When the guilt and feeling of wanting to have Master Teacher Izzul Islam suddenly appeared weighing on his mind, he had wanted to stop school and save all his belongings related to school. He felt strange when at school people only saw the rough rhino only. His soul wandered here and there. Now he starts to get excited again.
Layla sighed and smiled widely. After tidying up his textbooks, he stepped towards his bed. He laid his body on his back with both hands crossed on the back of his neck. Her eyes full of twinkling happiness stared at the ceiling of the room. A smile continued to rise from his lips.
While elsewhere, like Layla, Jamila was still stunned on her soft bed. Already accustomed to sleeping in a narrow space with the cold, he felt foreign. He just paced around before he sat on the edge of the bed. But that wasn't all that made him sleepless. He thought of Rianti who was now lying alone in the narrow bed of the prison. No one else would dispel the mosquitoes in his body. No one will prepare him warm milk before his sleep. He would no longer see a stark face in his sleep. And no one would accompany him to fetch ablution water when he awoke in the third of the night to pray tahajjud. Rianti himself.
With his condition that is pregnant as old as it is today, of course, it will be troublesome. Her first pregnancy, which was supposed to be near her husband and closest relatives, will be spent until her freedom three months later.
The sound of the door being knocked from the outside was accompanied by the sound of a call. Jamila soon recognized the voice that called her name. He got up and stepped open the door.
"Eh, Mother," said Jamila blushed in embarrassment when she saw Sulastri smiling behind the door. He opened the door wide.
"You haven't slept?" sulastri. He held Jamila's hand and invited her to sit on the side of the bed.
"Not yet, Ma,"
Sulastri watched every corner of the room.
"How is the room uncomfortable?" sulastri said while gently touching Jamila's back.
Jamila smiled in embarrassment.
"Too comfortable, Mom. I've been in prison twenty years."
Sulastri smiled. He patted Jamila's arm.
"For tonight, accompany the mother to sleep in the room. There is something you have to accept. This is taken from Rianti" Sulastri said. Jamila gave a long sigh. He lowered his face. He again felt sad when the name Rianti was called.
"Now, don't be sad. Our sorrow will also be felt by Rianti in prison. Come on," said Sulastri. He got up and pulled Jamila's hand. Both of them came out of the room.
"This is Rianti's make up." Sulastri took out a tote bag from the closet and placed it in front of Jamila after a while to arrive at her room.
"Rianti told me to give it to you" Sulastri said as he sat beside Jamila.
"No need to but-but. That's your right. Rianti wants you to wear it" Sulastri said. The tote bag was grabbed and placed in Jamila's lap. Jamila smile. Sulastri then shifted his body to the middle of the bed and leaned his back. He patted the surface of the bed beside him gesturing for Jamila to approach.
With a shy blush, Jamila approached and leaned in next to Sulastri.
"This is how I was with Rianti every night before she got married. She's an amazing woman. Might Master Izzul Islam get it" Sulastri said. Jamila nodded.
"Mom, if Rianti is free, I ask permission. I want to go with Rianti. It's not that I don't feel at home here and don't want to be with my mom, but this is my promise. I want to serve Rianti" Jamila said. Sulastri smiled. His hand was placed on top of Jamila's palm.
"You will indeed stay there to accompany Rianti." Jamila smile. His view is directed to a large photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging on the wall of the room.
"Mother husband?"
Sulastri.
"Not only the husband, he's my savior angel" Sulastri said. For a moment both of them were silent staring at the photo in front of the two.
Sulastri gave a long sigh.
"It's 1 o'clock. It's time we went to bed. Please turn off the lights. Leave one lamp in the corner," Sulastri said, pointing towards the small lamp whose light looked the dimest. Jamila got up and turned off the lights one by one in the room.
The two then simultaneously laid his body. Sulastri grabbed a neatly folded blanket beside his head. He gave it to Jamila.
"That's Rianti's blanket. The blanket had never moved from its place since Rianti got married. Put it on, it's yours now, too" Sulastri said. The blanket in his hand was placed on Jamila's chest. Jamila went wrong. Too much of Rianti's property was handed to him. Sulastri was too good for him who had just known him. She felt like she was in the midst of a mother's warmth. Haru's binar began to pool in Jamila's eyes. He really did not expect to get such an amazing treatment from Sulastri. What was in her shadow when she came out of the prison and lived in that house was, she would be a maid. And that's what he deserves. Jamila wiped her tears. He hasn't touched the blanket on his chest. Seeing Jamila speechless, Sulastri took back the blanket and placed it on Jamila's body.
"Yes, Jamila. Before going to bed, Rianti always read me Maryam's letter. Will you read to me until I fall asleep?"
Jamila smiled nodding her head. For a moment he took a breath. Jamila's soft and melodious voice began to echo in the room. Sulastri closed his eyes while permeating the chants of the holy Quran recited by Jamila.
A quiet night like being late in the singing of the Qur'an recited by Jamila. A little snoring that occasionally sounded from the side made Jamila stop her reading.
"Shodaqollahul Adzim" said Jamila, rubbing her face with her palms. He turned his head and smiled seeing Sulastri was already sound in his sleep.
It's yawning. Drowsiness began to ponder the insight of his eyes. Slowly his eyes began to close.