NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#207/Three Months Later...
The sun is seen peering behind the clouds in the eastern horizon. His yellowish glow was like a golden fan among the thin clouds slowly drifting away. The chirping of the birds on the branches of the trees sounded crowded. Bayu blows breezy. The perfect morning to start the day after night lulls long in its dark blanket.
Day change day. Time rotation that feels fast leads to an age that continues to increase without realizing it. It is often self-defeating that ahead, death is a sure thing. Not today, but tomorrow and tomorrow again. When death is considered a fearful thing, the fearful heart has been overwhelmed by the pleasures of the mortal world.
The happy news came from Selong prison. After serving a six-month sentence, finally tomorrow, Rianti will be released. Happiness enveloped the hearts of Master Izzul Islam and those closest to him. No exception Jamila, who since last night was busy tidying up the room for Rianti and his future baby. The atmosphere of the room that is styled really reflects the character of Rianti with the blue color of Rianti's favorite dominating. So complete. So whatever the needs of Rianti and the baby, everything is available in his room. He felt it was time to serve and repay Rianti's services. Rianti will be made Queen in that house.
Master Izzul Islam smiled when he saw Jamila still standing looking at the baby bed that was finished in her decoration. Master Izzul Islam embraced Jamila's body from behind. Jamila smile.
"Already, really, it is seen as good and very perfect" said Mr. Izzul Islam.
"I want to give my best to Rianti. I want to keep him happy because he has given me his happiness" Jamila replied. Master Izzul Islam smiled and turned the body of Jamila. Jamila then kissed him for a long time.
"The two of you are my angels in heaven. Even before in the real heaven, I had already felt my paradise in this house," said Master Izzul Islam while still embracing Jamila's body.
"Thank you" said Jamila. He held the face of Master Izzul Islam and kissed the two cheeks in turn.
"When do you want to have children by yourself?" whispered Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"The son of Rianti is my son too, Brother Tuan. I want to raise that child. I don't want to share my love even with a child born from my own womb." Jamila stared silently at Master Izzul Islam.
"I only ask your permission and your riddles to wait until Rianti's son grows up. At least until the age of 6 years," continued Jamila. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He's nodding. After that, he again kissed Jamila.
"Oh yeah, what time are we going to pick up Rianti?" ask Jamila.
"Around 9 o'clock. Before going home, we'll stop by the hospital to check on Rianti's health and the baby in her stomach." Master Izzul Islam released his arms around Jamila's waist. It was like remembering something.
"Oh yes, Brother. Did you see my phone?" ask Master Izzul Islam while starting to look back and forth looking for his cellphone. Jamila immediately rushed towards the mushalla in the room. On a prayer mat still spread, he saw Mr. Izzul Islam's mobile phone and took it.
Master Izzul Islam sighed.
"I forgot to. It was after the duha prayer that I forgot to bring it," said Master Izzul Islam after receiving his phone from Jamila. He was busy opening his phone.
"You call who, sister," asked Jamila when she saw Mr. Izzul Islam several times repeated pressing the button of his cell phone and put it in his ear.
"Here, I'm gonna call mom, but the phone's not active. He wants to come to pick up Rianti tomorrow, but said Dik Fahmi, the health of the mother is not good anymore" said Mr. Izzul Islam. After making sure Sulastri's phone could not be reached, he decided to send a short message to Fahmi's number.
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A dry cough rang out in his echo in Sulastri's room. It's been a week since Sulastri felt unwell. Cough that had subsided a few days after being examined by his personal doctor returned to relapse. Last night Fahmi, Bi Aisyah Munawarah alternately woke up massaging Sulastri's legs. The aches and pains in his calves and thighs made him unable to sleep well. Every time you wake up, it is always accompanied by difficulty breathing for a while. Some of the electric incandescent devices prepared by Fahmi had no effect. Sulastri even always asked to be kneaded by the three in turn.
Fahmi soon finished his warm coffee on the porch of the house and immediately rushed into the house.
"Mom, we'll name again yes, so that the mother can get the maximum treatment from the doctor" said Fahmi. Sulastri's gaze was weak towards the floor while kneeling his own leg.
"Son, if your sister Farida has taken her graduation, tell her to come home. Let him go back and forth if he wants to go to college at your master's boarding school" Sulastri said weakly. Fahmi gave a long sigh. Instead of discussing his health, Sulastri turned him to another problem.
"Yes, if you don't have to think about it, it's still a long way off. What matters now is the health of the mother. Sis Tuan kept asking Fahmi when to take Mom to the hospital," Fahmi said with a heartfelt look, hoping Sulastri agreed.
Sulastri gave a weak sigh. He turned his head and placed his hand on Fahmi's thigh.
"Tell your master, I'm fine. It's just an ordinary pain" Sulastri replied. Fahmi.
"Ordinary pain how, Mom. Mother didn't sleep last night because she was so tight. Don't let your brother think Fahmi does not want to bring mother to the hospital," said Fahmi.
"Here you go, then let me talk to your master" replied Sulastri. Fahmi. He no longer knew how to persuade Sulastri. Only Rianti could persuade him. Tomorrow is his day of freedom. Hopefully, Sulastri relented and finally wanted to be taken to the hospital. He himself did not want to force it too much. Sulastri must be energy efficient because by talking a few sentences, he looks tired.
"Come, mom lean first. If you sit in this position, the mother is getting tired," said Fahmi after compiling several pillows as the body of Sulastri. He then helped Sulastri shift his body into the middle of the bed.
The sound of the santri reading the prayer learning from the loudspeakers in the pesantren began to sound. Fahmi turned towards the wall clock. Then he turned towards Sulastri.
"Mom, Fahmi'll teach you a minute. Let me call bi Munawarah to accompany mother," Fahmi said as he held Sulastri's hands. Sulastri smiled.
"Go, Son. Don't call Munawarah. Let him rest first. Poor all night he didn't sleep to look after mom. After all, I want to sleep, too" Sulastri said. Fahmi smiles and kisses Sulastri's hand. After that, he got off the bed and stepped towards the door.
"Yes, Son. What time will your sister be picked up tomorrow?" Sulastri asked as Fahmi was just a few steps away from the door.
"Around 9 o'clock, God willing," replied Fahmi. He checked his shirt pocket. The vibrating tone of his phone felt. He grabbed it and opened it immediately. A short message from Master Izzul Islam.
...'Dik, let brother pick up Riantimu. Mom's not coming. God willing, after coming home from the hospital to check on your brother's health, I will take Rianti directly to see mother'....
"Mother also wants to come and pick up your sister" Sulastri said. Fahmi let out a long sigh and went back to Sulastri. After sitting near Sulastri, he showed a message from Master Izzul Islam.
"But, Son...,"
"Mother, if you don't want to hear Fahmi, at least you hear the words of your brother. Mom's still sick. To speak, I look so tired, let alone having to travel far to the toilet. Mom just wait at home. Brother Tuan said he would bring Rianti's brother here directly" said Fahmi. Sulastri gave a weak sigh. What Fahmy said is true. He was too weak to travel far. But he just wanted to be the first to see the smile of Rianti's freedom as he walked out the door.
"Yes already, say the same to your master, after Rianti gave birth, he had to let Rianti bring the baby here for one or two nights. Otherwise, I'll go alone with Mr. Mustarah" Rianti said half-threatening. Fahmi smiled. He brought his face closer to Sulastri's forehead and kissed her.
"Mother take it easy, Fahmi guarantees it," Fahmi said. He got out of bed and out of the room.