NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#204
Twelve o'clock at night. Master Izzul Islam, who had just finished his circumcision prayer, now raised his hands and began to pray. Jamila who was behind him also raised both hands and began to accept the prayer of Master Izzul Islam. His position was half-slanted, making Jamila's gaze now not turn away from staring at the face of the side of Master Teacher Izzul Islam. He no longer focused on the prayer that Master Izzul Islam said. His mind floated imagining what would happen tonight.
This is her first night as a newlywed. Tonight she is already legally the wife of Master Izzul Islam. As a wife, tonight she has an obligation to do what the newlyweds should do. He was afraid and ashamed. He felt his body was lacking. He was afraid that Master Izzul Islam was disappointed. But there is more weighing on him, the shadow of Rianti still does not want to go when looking at Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam is identical with Rianti. He felt he could not do it.
"Jamila?" reprimanded Master Izzul Islam softly when he saw Jamila still raised her hand, while he had ended his prayer. Master Izzul Islam smiled as Jamila stuttered from her daydream. Jamila blushed in embarrassment and lowered her face. Master Teacher Izzul Islam thrust his hand to shake his hand. Jamila smile. He coated his hands with the ends of his face and welcomed the hands of Master Izzul Islam.
"Master, may I ask you something?" said Jamila ventured to ask after some time weighing it up. Arrange word for word to sound polite in the ears of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. He smiles. Jamila took a deep breath and threw it slowly. He mendehem slowly. His fingers began to interrupt each other. But somehow, he suddenly lost the words he had composed. He doesn't know where to start.
"Come, why haven't you talked?" ask Master Izzul Islam. He looked at Jamila's face.
"Do you want us to sleep apart?" mister Guru Izzul Islam. Jamila. Master Izzul Islam seems to already know what he is thinking. Exactly what he wanted to ask.
Jamila gave a long sigh. He tried to get rid of the phlegm that irritated his throat by deheming slowly.
"Come, just say it. Don't be shy. As a husband and wife, it's not nice to hide something. What is your problem, from now on we will carry it together," said Master Izzul Islam trying to give courage to Jamila to express his wishes.
"I'm sorry, Master, I, I,...,
"One more thing, we're not anyone else anymore. If you keep calling me Master Teacher, that means you still consider me someone else. Call me Brother Master, or Izzul's brother may also. Otherwise, I won't let you speak" said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila rubbed the back of her neck with a little pressure. The request of Master Izzul Islam is so easy but he is difficult to pronounce it. He was ashamed and it made him give his own cues in his heart to begin with.
"Sorry, Ka_k Sir."
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He nodded his head while looking funny at Jamila who was still lowering her face.
"What did Tu_,eh, Brother Tuan say. Let me sleep alone tonight." Jamila stopped her words. Cold sweat seemed to start to invade his body. He felt it was not worth saying. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't ready to do that when Rianti slept alone tonight in jail. The feeling that I was dancing above Rianti's suffering, still loomed in my mind. Even if Rianti wants all this. I want what I'm doing to be my tribute to Rianti." Jamila lifted her face and ventured to look at the face of Master Izzul Islam. But it was just for a moment. The clear gaze of the eyes of Master Izzul Islam made him unable to look at him for long. He returned to his face. Jamila sighed slowly.
"I also want to spend this evening teaching and praying as my gratitude for the blessings that have been given to me. By Allah, I never thought I would get such a blessing. I will never be able to repay him, even by fasting for the rest of my life" Jamila said. His tone trembled like he was holding back a cry.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He pushed closer to where Jamila was sitting. His knees are now in contact with Jamila's knees.
Master Teacher Izzul Islam held Jamila's chin gently and slowly raised her face. Jamila's eyes remained powerless to look at the face of Master Izzul Islam.
"Do, Jamila. This request of yours reminds me of the story of Queen Bilqis and King Solomon. Ye know? The Prophet Sulaiman waited for so long on his first night that Queen Bilqis dissolved into a long prostration. Because of her gratitude to be the wife of Prophet Solomon, the night she spent prostrating to Allah swt."
Master Izzul Islam then holds Jamila's hands and invites her to stand. The two positions face each other. Master Izzul Islam kissed Jamila's forehead. Jamila smiled in embarrassment. Master Izzul Islam then embraced Jamila's body.
"I'm sorry, you have to take the water again because it touches you" whispered Mr. Izzul Islam. Jamila smile.
"But your desire to be alone doesn't mean you won't let me sleep here, right?" ask Master Izzul Islam. He let go of his embrace and looked at Jamila's face. Jamila replied with a smile. His face looks more red.
"I'm going to rest first. Please wake me at three" said Master Izzul Islam. He smiled and then stepped into bed. After taking off his shirt and pecans on the bed, he laid his body down slowly. Jamila immediately rushed to pick up the clothes and skullcap lying beside Master Izzul Islam lying down. He then hung it on the clothes hanging.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. After reading the prayer, he slowly closed his eyes.
The night is getting late. The atmosphere of silence and quiet was like making room for Jamila to cry out of gratitude. Allah has honored him with contempt and placed him with the devout people around him. Things he never suspected before. He is determined to be as good as possible. Being a godly wife, as well as being a good honey for Rianti. His friends, the world and the hereafter.
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