NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#205
Yellowish rays began to be seen in the eastern horizon rolling up dark after dawn. Jamila who has prepared morning dishes on the dining table stands to welcome the arrival of Master Izzul Islam who just returned from the mosque. Although the shame was still in his heart, he was getting used to it. The extraordinary treatment of Master Izzul Islam, made him quickly adapt. What he had previously thought was confusing to do, now everything seemed so easy. What is his favorite food and what is the activity of Mr. Izzul Islam daily he already knows. Rianti seems to have prepared her to be the second wife of Master Izzul Islam. Since his second entry into the prison, Rianti always shared his daily story with Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. What he likes and doesn't. Rianti's story suddenly seems to lead him so that he does not have to fear what he did wrong. It was awkward but not as big as last night.
"Assalamualaikum" said Master Izzul Islam when he saw Jamila standing near the dining table. Jamila smile. After answering his greeting, he approached. After kissing the hand of Master Izzul Islam, the book held by Master Izzul Islam was taken and placed on a small table not far from the dining table. Master Izzul Islam smiled and sat down on the chair beside the dining table. Jamila rushed to the kitchen. He knows, this is not the breakfast time of Master Izzul Islam. Before eating, usually Rianti always prepare warm goat milk. He simply did not want to make Master Izzul Islam wait for him to prepare food.
Jamila hurriedly stepped into the kitchen to prepare a drink for Master Izzul Islam.
"Yes, Dik, after breakfast, we will go to the yard to visit Rianti. After that, we will go to the mother's house to see the development of her boarding school in Fahmi," said Master Izzul Islam when Jamila put drinks on a small table beside Master Izzul Islam. Jamila nodded. Master Izzul Islam grabbed her hand and pulled her slowly to have Jamila sit nearby. Jamila smile.
"We will also buy baby equipment for the preparation of Rianti's birth. I entrust my sister to arrange it" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Now, accompany me to breakfast first. After bathing, we will immediately leave," continued Master Izzul Islam. The two then went to the dining table.
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Jamila shifted her body slightly away from Master Teacher Izzul Islam when Rianti appeared at the door after a while waiting for her in the meeting room. He lowered his face in shame. Master Izzul Islam just smiled.
Rianti's smile was wide. His face was cheerful when he saw Master Izzul Islam and Jamila sitting in one chair.
Master Izzul Islam immediately rose and welcomed the arrival of Rianti. He hugged Rianti's body full of warmth. Jamila is sitting. Occasionally glanced towards the two. Somehow he was suddenly embarrassed to meet Rianti. His former familiarity was instantly destroyed.
"Jamila, why don't you welcome me?" Rianti. Still in a position to embrace the body of Master Izzul Islam. He moved his fingers as a signal for Jamila to approach. Jamila smile. He got up and walked slowly towards the two.
Rianti let go of his embrace, but one of his hands still partially embraced the body of Master Izzul Islam. One of his hands pulled Jamila's hand. Both were then held at the same time. Jamila clenched tightly onto Rianti's body.
"Let's not let there be jealousy between us, Jamila. Master Izzul Islam is ours. We are his wife who loves him because of God. We will both help him advance the pesantren" Rianti said. Jamila nodded her head. His cries began to sound. A haru and happy atmosphere radiated from his third face.
"Okay,"
Jamila and Rianti let go of each other's arms when it sounded Master Izzul Islam complaining while holding his stomach. The two spontaneously simultaneously held the hand of Master Izzul Islam. Rianti and Jamila both smiled as their hands collided.
"What's wrong, Brother Master," asked Rianti.
"This boy kicked me in the stomach" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti gave a long sigh. Jamila's hand and Master Teacher Izzul Islam in the pen and put it in his stomach.
"Mom sure you are feeling the happiness we are feeling right now, son. You will be taken care of by those who obey God. God willing, you will be the child your late grandfather hoped you would be. He wants you to be the one whose whole life is spent upholding the word of God" said Rianti, holding his hands together in his stomach.
Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Amin, Allahumma Amin" said Mr. Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam then invited the two to sit down. Both flank him on his left and right sides with both hands embracing his shoulders.
"Jamila and I have bought you and your baby sister needs after giving birth. Jamila will arrange it for you" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled.
"I can't wait to see it. Don't forget to take a picture of him for your sister" Rianti said. He then rests his head on the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam.
After a few minutes of visiting Rianti in the field, Master Izzul Islam invited Jamila home. Before returning home, he took the time to visit Fahmi's boarding school. After lunch and prayer at Sulastri's house, the two decided to go home.
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The crescent moon is again visible on the horizon of Maghrib decorated with stars. The sky looks sad. Looking at it, being lulled in the breeze was soothing to the eyes. The heart is being directed to praise the Creator.
Minutes by minutes passed. Adhan isya reverberated to replace the time Maghrib had ended.
Master Izzul Islam is still standing on the steps of the mosque watching the crescent moon in the maghrib horizon. The voice of many students who were chanting shalawat after praying isya', echoed filling the night. Master Izzul Islam rushed down the stairs and stepped home.
Jamila, who was in the room, hurriedly put on her headscarf when she heard Master Izzul Islam talking to Abdul Khalik outside the house. He's just wearing a sarong. He did not have time to change his clothes with a robe because his work in the kitchen was not finished. Jamila immediately went out and started preparing the food she had prepared in the kitchen to take to the dining table..
In the courtyard of the house, Jamila and Suhaini had just come and blushed in embarrassment when they had reached the front porch of the house. It has been two days since Master Izzul Islam married Jamila, the two are no longer called to prepare the meal Master Izzul Islam. This time they both came without being called. Because they have been accustomed to doing all the needs of Master Izzul Islam since Rianti lived, they feel there is another when after the issue' they go directly to their respective rooms. And tonight they took their own initiative to go to the residence of Master Izzul Islam.
"What's the matter Suhaini, Jamila," said Master Izzul Islam. Both are embarrassed.
"We want to help Nyai, Master Teacher," Jamila said. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"You just go in. Maybe his ma'am is in the kitchen" said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila looked at Suhaini and invited her into the house.
"But wait a minute" said Master Izzul Islam stopped their steps. Both of them immediately turned their bodies to face Master Izzul Islam.
"The color of your name is the same as Nyai's mother, from today you use your first name only, Nur Jamila. Let you and Nyai not look at each other when called," said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila smiled as she covered her mouth with the tip of the hijab. Both of them then went into the house. Both of them immediately helped Jamila bring food to the dining table.
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This dinner event looks different because both Zaebon, Abdul khalik, Jamila and Suhaini together eat with Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Jamila. Both Suhaini and Jamila are deliberately set facing Zaebon and Abdul khalik look shy. When Jamila and Master Teacher Izzul Islam had raised some mouthfuls, the four of them still looked groggy. Master Izzul Islam and Jamila just smiled.
"You want to eat or just look at it" said Mr. Izzul Islam. The four of them just looked at each other while blushing in embarrassment.
"Already, you do not have to bother thinking about a mate. The person in front of you is your soul mate. It is up to you to join my palace or not, said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. He got up and approached Zaebon and Abdul Khalik. He took a spoon and put some fish and vegetables on their plate. Both Zaebon and Abdul Khalik tried to resist, but Master Izzul Islam tried to dispel the hands of both. Seeing that, Jamila did the same. Suhaini and Jamila just bowed to each other's lyrics.
"If you haven't started your meal yet, we will leave you" said Master Izzul Islam as he walked back to his seat.
"Don't, Master Teacher," said Zaebon spontaneously standing up. Master Izzul Islam smiled. The four began to eat their food. Jamila and Suhaini.
After dinner and cleaning the dirty dishes, Master Izzul Islam called Jamila, Suhaini, Abdul Khalik and Zaebon to the living room. After long looking at him who was bowing his face, Master Teacher Izzul Islam fixed his sitting position. He called Jamila to sit next to him.
The four of them were sweating.
"What I said earlier while eating is not a joke. I seriously want to match you guys up. We want the best for you because you have served so long in this pesantren. We already consider you our family." Master Teacher Izzul Islam let out a long sigh while leaning his back on the chair.
"Actually this matchmaking was Nyai Rianti's plan. After I disdain, you guys are indeed compatible with each other. We can also use the knowledge you have here to help us raise the pesantren. Don't think about where to stay. We will prepare housing for pesantren. When Nur Jamila and Suhaini have graduated Aliyah in a year, Insha Allah the house will be completed. How, you guys agree?" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. The four of them were embarrassed. For some time, Master Teacher Izzul Islam waited for a while they calmed down. Jamila got up and stood behind Suhaini and Nur Jamila. He rubbed his back both.
"Be assured of Master and Nyai Rianti's choice. Both are shale people. The results of the istiharah must be the best, because it is direct guidance from God. Don't let you choose the wrong one out there" Jamila said. Both nodded their heads.
"How about Abdul Khalik, Zaebon? You agree?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Abdul khalik and Zaebon nodded steadily.
Master Izzul Islam seemed to smile with satisfaction.
"Alhamdulillah. Be patient until both of them graduate school. If later they ask for a lecture, allow them as long as it does not interfere with their duties at home," continued Master Izzul Islam. Both nod.