NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#191
Jamila put a strika in her hand when from behind the window of the house, she saw an authoritative figure who was not a stranger was heading towards the house. He immediately got up. He looks panicked. Especially when she realized she was not wearing a hijab. He immediately ran into the living room and grabbed the green veil over the sofa. He knew the veil belonged to Sulastri and it would be inappropriate for him to wear it without first telling Sulastri. But how else. He did not want Master Izzul Islam to see her in a state not wearing a hijab.
"Assynolt,"
Jamila looked over here and there. Somehow he was embarrassed to answer the greetings of Master Izzul Islam. The authoritative figure of Master Teacher Izzul Islam has really made him like a confused and misguided person. Suddenly he felt ashamed if he had to meet Master Izzul Islam alone. He did not deserve to welcome the famous person.
Jamila pranced slowly towards the door of Sulastri's room. He did not want Master Izzul Islam who was sitting on the porch of the house to hear the sound of his feet. When he was about to knock on the door of the room, Sulastri who was in the hunt opened the door. He frowned when he saw Jamila smiling with a flushed face in front of him.
"Who's out, Jamila. Why don't you answer the greetings" Sulastri said. Jamila just smiled. He pointed towards the porch of the house with a little look at his head. As Sulastri headed outside, Jamila hurriedly took her Hijab and changed the veil she was wearing.
"Wa alaikum salam" Sulastri replied. He walked slowly to the terrace of the house.
"Astaghfirullah, who do you think you are, son Izzul. Well, Jamila really did not look out," said Sulastri in a hurry to approach Master Izzul Islam who had sat on the porch chair of the house. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled and rose from his seat as Sulastri approached him and thrust his hands together.
"I guess mom's resting. That's why I don't repeat greetings again" said Mr. Izzul Islam.
"Come, please sit down again, son," said Sulastri to invite Master Izzul Islam to sit back.
"So the mother in the room was teaching" Sulastri said after sitting next to Mr. Izzul Islam.
Sulastri turned inwards.
"Carewell,"
"Yes, ma'am" replied Jamila quietly from the inside. Sulastri.
" Come, you go to the kitchen first, son. Make us a fresh drink. The weather's hot, "Call Sulastri.
Not long after, Jamila came out. He did not look at the terrace at all. Half-bending his body, he immediately rushed towards the kitchen.
"How about, Izzul boy. Has Izzul visited Rianti?" sulastri said after a while watching Jamila. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"It was about 8 o'clock I was there, ma'am. I came straight here as soon as the show at the town hall was over."
Sulastri frowned.
"So Nak Izzul hasn't come home yet?" Master Izzul Islam nodded. He sighed and remained silent for a long time looking down on his face. Sulastri watched him and waited for the next words to come out of the mouth of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam.
"Rianti told me to marry Jamila immediately,"
Hearing the words of Master Izzul Islam, replace Sulastri who was silent.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. He looked far towards the gate.
"Rianti did assign mom to tell Jamila that. I just haven't found the right time to deliver it." Sulastri took a long breath.
"Rianti's desire is hard to change, ma'am. I'm here to hand over all this business to my mother" said Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri smiled.
Bi Aisyah appeared from the side with two glasses of drink in her hand. Sulastri frowned.
"Well, how's the aunt delivering drinks? Where's jamil?" sulastri asked when bi Aisyah had put the drink on the table.
"Shy she said, Mom. He now I told him to cook in the kitchen," said bi Aisyah in a soft voice. Sulastri glanced at Master Izzul Islam and immediately greeted the smile of Master Izzul Islam.
"Come, drink the drink, son," Sulastri said after bi Aisyah left. Because thirsty, Master Izzul Islam immediately drank a cold drink in front of him.
"If I had noticed Jamila, your wife's decision to have you marry Jamila was reasonable. His bad image because he was imprisoned was lost when he saw his daily life. That two kids are amazing. They could really make the most of their long time in prison with good things. Incredibly, they could memorize the Qur'an to khatam." Sulastri took his drink and drank it.
"Mother, even though only a day know Jamila, but seeing how her attitude, the mother who initially disagreed, frankly agreed with Rianti's decision. It's all for our good. Pondok pesantren Nak Izzul is a very large boarding house. Nak Izzul needs companions who will help Nak Izzul in all matters concerning boarding schools. Let Rianti focus on managing the company, so that what his late father aspires to be can still be run. We certainly believe this is all God's guidance through the wishes of your wife" Sulastri continued. Master Izzul Islam gave a long sigh and smiled slightly. He went back to drinking his drink.
"All I give up on mom. May what we do be in the hands of Allah" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Amen,"
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam rectified the location of the skullcap and torment. He turned towards Sulastri.
"Alright, Mom. I have to go home first. Ashar later there will be a schedule of senior students in the cottage," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"Don't eat first, Izzul boy,"
"Already, Mom. We had a live meal at the town hall. Insha Allah, next time we chat with our mother and dik Fahmi related to pesantren," said Master Izzul Islam while rising up.
"The inauguration is when, Ma'am," continued Master Izzul Islam.
"Mother doesn't know yet, but your sister will definitely ask for your opinion regarding the day and date of the inauguration" Sulastri replied. Master Izzul Islam just smiled. He then greeted Sulastri and returned home.
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I don't feel like time keeps rolling. The night again came to change the day, fulfilling the provisions of the Creator. A quiet atmosphere was seen in the residence of Sulastri. Fahmi, after the prayer isya directly entered his room to rest. His busyness takes care of the permitting pesantren cottage makes him not come home all day. Sulastri himself was still pacing around in his room waiting for the right time to call Jamila. The clock shows at 22. 12. The sound of the Quran reciting from the direction of Jamila's room is still faintly heard. The reading sound is sometimes heard also lost from his hearing. He was still waiting until Jamila really finished teaching. But he felt he had waited too long. He was afraid that Jamila was sleepy and went straight to sleep. It was good that he immediately met her and took her to his room. The burden given by Rianti and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam must be completed tonight.
Sulastri stepped towards the wardrobe and picked up the sweeter. After installing it, he rushed out of his room to Jamila's camp.