NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#192
Sulastri knocked quietly on Jamila's room door after for a while just standing in front of the room. Jamila, who heard the knocking of the door with a greeting, stopped her recitation of the Koran. After smelling the mushaf, he then closed it and placed it on the table. He then stepped open the door. The door slowly opened. Jamila saw Sulastri sitting outside the door.
Sulastri smiled as Jamila appeared behind the door.
"Mother? Let's go in, Mom, it's cold outside" Jamila said. Sulastri's hand was held by him to invite him in. Sulastri smiled.
"No need. I'm here to take you to your room. Well, as always, we're having a conversation. I couldn't sleep before" Sulastri said.
"Good, Mom. But I want a blanket first" said Jamila. Sulastri smiled nodding his head.
"Look, the moon is so bright. On Friday night on the 15th of the Qomariyah date, the sky must be more beautiful because it is not a full moon" Sulastri said, holding Jamila's hand to his room. Jamila just smiled.
"If the weather is not cold like this, I will definitely invite you to roll out a mat in the yard to enjoy the full month" Sulastri said. Jamila took off Sulastri's hand and opened the door. Both then entered.
Before getting into bed, Sulastri turned off all the lights in the room and left one lamp in the corner of the room plavon.
"You're not sleepy, are you?" sulastri asked as she leaned her body on the bed.
"No, Ma. In prison, I used to sleep late at night with Rianti" Jamila said. Sulastri smiled. He put his body in the blanket.
"But later if you're married, you can't stay up anymore."
Jamila. Sulastri smiled.
Jamila gave a long sigh.
"I have no desire for that, Mom. Let me stay here to serve my mother and Rianti." Jamila stopped her words. He returned a long sigh.
"Again, no one will want to marry his son to a former drug dealer" Jamila continued. He lowered his face for a moment then looked at Sulastri with a smile. Sulastri rubbed his back.
"It doesn't have to be that way. Each of us has been prepared a life partner by God swt. Not us, even all creatures have their own partners. You must have read the story of Sayyidina Umar, Sufis like Ibrahim bin Adham, or others. There are even some of them who were once robbers, until finally they repent and become as noble as humans. We don't live to listen to people's judgments about us. We live for God and will return to Him" Sulastri said. He grabbed Jamila's head and rested it on her shoulders. Jamila was surprised and felt haru. It was really unexpected, his head which he considered inappropriate, was leaning on the shoulders of a woman like Sulastri. He felt that he was near his late mother.
"I'm just like you. I didn't get the place you see right now. My suffering is so long. I almost want to end my life." Sulastri let out a long sigh as his gaze did not turn away from Yulian Wibowo's photo. Sulastri smiled. Jamila noticed it full of haru.
" The suffering has taught me that there is no one to help us but God" Sulastri continued. He turned to Jamila. He smiled and rubbed Jamila's head from behind.
"Take me your mother. Follow me like you obey your mother. Love me like Rianti loves me even if he is not my son" Sulastri said. Jamila wiped her tears and nodded her head.
For a moment they both fell silent. Jamila who was still comfortable leaning her head on Sulastri's shoulders, like she was really feeling herself as the child of Sulastri.
"Since I stepped out of my trials and gained a high place in society, I was determined not to share my happiness with the people I saw suffering in my life. That I may also hope to have a high place in the eyes of Allah,"
"Amin, Ma. May what you hope God will grant" said Jamila. Sulastri smiled.
"The recitation of the Qur'an must be with Allah. Hopefully I can get a blessing from you guys," Sulastri said expectantly. Once again Jamila nodded her head.
Sulastri glanced towards the wall clock. It's been almost three in the night. With such long opening words, he found it still difficult to talk about the actual topic at Jamila tonight. But he thought it was impossible to delay it. He had to say it immediately so that Rianti's desire to see Jamila and Master Teacher Izzul Islam get married on Friday night could finally be done. And it's two more nights.
"Civil." Sulastri held Jamila's hand. Jamila looked up and smiled.
Jamila's tears are flowing again. She's shuffling. Can not answer directly because of the feeling of haru and happy to hear Sulastri's question.
"Sia_pa who doesn't want to have a mother like Ms. Sulastri. This despicable me really doesn't deserve that. Teri_ma_kasih, ma'am," replied Jamila in a stammering voice. Sulastri smiled. He wiped away Jamila's tears. He was still waiting for Jamila to calm down from her cries.
"As a mother, I want the best for her child. I want you to get married" Sulastri said after confirming Jamila had calmed down.
Jamila frowned. He smiles.
"Married? is mom joking? I just got out of jail and I don't know any men in this place" Jamila said. Sulastri smiled. He held Jamila's face.
"Give the same mother. Let the mother who is looking for a future husband who is God willing to pray for Jamila," said Sulastri. Jamila was silent for a moment. After looking at Sulastri's face for a while, he lowered his face. Suddenly he remembered Fahmy. He began to suspect Fahmi was probably meant Sulastri. Especially after pondering the question Sulastri who wants to make him his son. But he immediately dismissed his guess. There's no way Sulastri's got him set up with Fahmi. Fahmi is still young and it is certain that his age is far from him. After all, he felt inappropriate. There are still two more names, Mr. Bayan and Mr. Mustarah. But they're both married. Fahmilah is the only one who has a chance to enter the man that Sulastri meant.
Or maybe Sulastri wants to see her get married so she can leave the house? inner Jamila.
"You're quiet? Don't you want me to find you a mate?" sulastri asked after seeing Jamila only speechless. Jamila lifted her face. He looked at Sulastri. He nodded his head slowly.
Sulastri shook his head.
"You haven't given up completely to mom. Suppose you are still full of doubt," Sulastri said. Jamila smile. He nodded once again.
"I give it to my mother" replied Jamila.
"Well, so dong. If this is how you are free to find you a decent man. And I don't have to linger looking for you. The person is already in the heart of the mother" Sulastri said. Jamila frowned while bowing her head again. His assumption about Fahmi is that the person in question Sulstri re-emerged. He was so sure, that man.
Jamila's chest is pounding.
"Who, Mom and which person?" jamila tried to ask. Sulastri smiled.
"This person," Sulastri replied briefly. Jamila gave a long sigh. It's not wrong, Fahmi is the one.
"Mom, sorry. Please find me something that is worth me. In terms of face, descent and position. Let me not be this poor man sought,"
"Who said you were poor. You're a mother's son now. If his mother is rich and honorable, of course his son is, too" Sulastri said. Back Jamila sighed. He doesn't know what else to say. He resigned.
Sulastri rolled up the blanket that covered his body. He sat down and faced Jamila. Jamila followed him immediately.
Sulastri held both of Jamila's shoulders.
"Mom hope you don't reject it, son. I want us to stay family. Therefore, I don't want to marry you to anyone else." Jamila lowered her head. Sulastri really wants to marry Fahmi.
"Mother wants you to marry her..," Sulastri stopped her words. Jamila raised her head. He looked into Sulastri's eyes. His heart is beating fast. Breath restrained.
"this is also a request from Rianti, sahabtamu." Sulastri was silent again. He took a long breath.
"Who, Ma." Jamila's voice vibrated. He could not bear to wait too long for Sulastri to reveal the man's name. He was really curious.
"Master Teacher Izzul Islam."