NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#200
The light slowly began to roll up the dark. The main gate to the building is still locked. The atmosphere at the guard post also still looks lonely. The lights still look on. The wind blew coldly.Jamila put both her hands together and furrowed her body looking for warmth behind her clothes. After the carpenter dropped him off right in front of the gate, he just stood waiting for someone to wake up in there.
A coughing sound was heard. Jamila. He saw a tall man walking towards the gate. Jamila's approaching. He smiled when he saw the man looking at him in wonder.
"Jamila?" he said after a long time of watching Jamila. Jamila smiled, shaking her head. The man then opened the gate and told Jamila to come in.
"What morning is there in front of the gate, Jamila."Said the man. He frowned when he saw Jamila's half-limped way. He also noticed Jamila's pale face.
"I hope that what is on my mind right now is not true" the man continued before Jamila answered his question.
"I mean, Father?" ask Jamila.
"I hope you don't go back to your old world. After being free to get back together with your street friends," said the man. He let Jamila sit when they reached the guard post.
"Na'udzubillahi min zalik, sir. I'd rather die if I had to repeat the same mistake." Jamila gave a long sigh.
"Alhamdulillah. Emh.., by the way, where do you live now,"
Jamila smile.
"At his house Sulastri ma'am, sir," replied Jamila steadily. The man nodded. He got up and took two plastic cups and poured coffee in a small thermos. He gave one of them to Jamila. Jamila smile.
" Sir, can I meet Rianti?"
"May, but as usual, you'll have to wait nine. Wait until the inside activity is complete,"
Jamila. It's still four hours away. If you just sit there, you will surely waste it. He had to do something so that his waiting would not be felt. Jamila looked over here and there. He smiled when he saw a broom leaning against the wall.
"Where is Jamila going" the man said as he watched Jamila rise from her seat and step towards the place where her broom was leaning.
"I helped clean the page, sir," said Jamila. The man looked at Jamila. Then he smiled.
"May, please," said the man. Jamila smile. He rushed to take a broom and then stepped into the yard and began sweeping.
* * * * *
"Lik, here, Lik," called Master Izzul Islam who was enjoying a cup of coffee on the terrace of the house. Abdul Khalik who was cleaning the courtyard of the house rushed over.
"You call Zaebon, yeah. Tell him to heat the car. Say that today we will go to the field to visit mother," said Master Izzul Islam. Abdul Khalik nodded his head and immediately went to call Zaebon.
The sound of birds hanging next to the house, as well as the noisy pingai birds scrambling for food in the yard, shouts the atmosphere this morning.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. His mind was suddenly fixed on the figure of Jamila. One night the girl was not found. He thought about it. Not because of anything. In addition to thinking about Rianti who thinks Jamila is so important in his life that it will burden his mind, also because he feels the same thing that Rianti feels. It's a pity that Jamila doesn't have any family. In a moment of freedom that should have been celebrated by gathering with his family, he was lost without purpose. He imagined this time he would be alone on the streets. What if he meets a bad person and treats him badly?
Master Izzul Islam again sighed. He leaned his body. His eyes glared towards the front.
It stands to reason that Rianti wants him to marry Jamila. Besides he had nothing and was afraid of falling into the world of his past, Jamila's status which is Hafiz Al-Qur'an punished him to be obliged to marry Jamila. Indirectly, Jamila is a walking Qur'an that must be guarded and glorified. Without leaving Rianti aside, it is not very noble if he has two women who memorize the Qur'an. Women whose mouths are fragrant because of the sacred words that decorate their lips? But again, all the decisions and approvals are with Jamila. If he really wants to marry him according to Rianti's request, of course he will not run away and leave the house. There is no other reason, Jamila certainly did not approve of the marriage.
"Assalamualaik."
The sound of Zaebon greeting disperse the reverie Master Izzul Islam. He immediately got up. After fixing the location of the skullcap and torment, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam immediately stepped towards the car followed by Zaebon.
"Come, if you want to change clothes, I wait," said Master Izzul Islam after seeing Abdul Khalik just standing in his place.
"Just use this, Mr. Guru," Abdul Khalik said. Master Izzul Islam nodded and told Abdul Khalik to get in the car.
* * * * *
Jamila waited with her chest pounding in the waiting room. After four hours of waiting, the picket officer let him into the meeting room. He could not wait to see Rianti. The one-night disappearance from Sulastri's house left him years apart from Rianti. He could not wait to embrace Rianti. He deliberately sat facing the door of the room, so that when he saw Rianti coming, he would immediately see his face.
Jamila's tears melted uncontrollably as she looked at Rianti with heavy steps out of the washroom. Rianti himself was surprised when he turned towards the meeting room, Jamila looked as unwilling as she cried. Holding his stomach, Rianti rushed towards the meeting room. Jamila immediately got up and ran towards Rianti. Before Rianti walked into the meeting room, Jamila had already first embraced his body.
For a moment, no words came out of the mouths of the two. Both of them dissolved in sobs. Hugging each other tightly and not letting go of each other. The two kiss each other on the cheek.
Rianti took off his hug slowly from Jamila's body. He then wiped the tears on Jamila's cheek. The same thing Jamila did when Rianti finished wiping away her tears.
Where have you been, Jamila. For one night you have disappointed me. Where you going, Jamila. You don't have anyone out there. Who will help me take care of this baby if you leave?" Rianti. Jamila's face was held. Jamila's tears are melting again.
"I'm sorry, Rianti. Your wish surprised me. I feel unworthy, let alone sharing my husband with my best friend," Jamila said as she pleased.
"Nobody forbid that, Jamila. I am Master's wife who wants it for herself. Why do you have to hear the word person or doubt in your heart? There are many things we can do especially to advance pesantren. And this is a noble task, Jamila. Not because I cannot serve Master, but I want to glorify you as a memorizer of God's sacred words" Rianti said. Jamila shook her head. His crying was flowing more and more. Rianti's body was back in his embrace. Rianti smiled. Jamila's head on her swab was soft.
"I don't have to explain you too much in detail for my reasons. I'm sure you understand what I mean. Nod and agree with this, Jamila," said Rianti. Jamila was still as excited in her cries. After waiting for some time Jamila was satisfied in her cries, she nodded her head. Rianti smiled. He let go of Jamila's embrace. Jamila's face was held. He saw Jamila's eyes.
"One more time, Jamila. You want to marry my husband?" asked Rianti gently. Jamila nodded her head. Replace him who hugged Jamila.
"Tonight is Friday night. I am sure that God has accepted my wish. You're back right where tonight is Friday night. The night I wanted you to marry Master. Faster better, Jamila. This is the recommended haste" whispered Rianti gently in Jamila's ear. Jamila smiled as she nodded her head.
"Come, let's sit down first. This kid won't let me stand for too long. He was kicking all the time" said Rianti, showing his stomach to Jamila. Jamila smile. He bowed his body and kissed Rianti's stomach.
"How are you, son. Aunty misses even though only three days have left you," said Jamila softly as she kissed Rianti's stomach again. Rianti then took Jamila to the meeting room.
"How do you live your days in this state of pregnancy, Rianti. Who accompanies you takes ablution water and takes hot water to brew your drink. Every night I think about it. Thank God, you look healthy" Jamila said, holding Rianti's hand after the two sat on the chair.
Rianti sighed and smiled.
"Who else. After your departure, I had to do it myself. But the doctor said, I have to move a lot. May Allah make it easy to give birth later. The practice that you have given me, I have always been inspired," replied Rianti. Jamila smile.
"But I don't know, said the doctor, maybe I'll give birth in prison. It was just an estimate, hopefully I can give birth at home so that my loved ones are near me," Rianti said expectantly with a smile.
"Amin" said Jamila.
The sound of a car horn was heard once from the direction of the gate.
"That's probably the head of the washcloth. I'd like to invite her directly to your wedding ceremony tonight," Rianti said. He tried to stand up but Jamila held his hand.
Jamila looked at Rianti with a flushed face holding in shame.
"Don't you, Rianti. Please, don't be too busy. I have granted your request. Now, replace you who must follow my wishes," said Jamila expectantly. Rianti looked at Jamila and smiled. He sat back.