NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#212
The smile on Sulastri's lips expanded. He lifted his body slowly and leaned it on the cage. His gaze did not turn away from the luminous figure that had appeared from behind the door. And so with his smile. As the figure stood among the people standing, Sulastri blinked his eyes while gesturing towards the cute little baby lying next to him.
"Hey, everybody, make way for your papa. Take care of your crying. Do not let your tears fall on my face" Sulastri said, shaking his hand at the crying crowd. The man's figure was smiling.
"What are you carrying, Yulian." Sulastri shook his head. His face suddenly looked disappointed.
"Too long have you come to see me, Yulian. I've been waiting for you too long. I thought you'd forgotten me."
The male figure resembling Yulian Wibowo was closer. His smile is bubbly. His face was radiant like a full moon. On the arm of her right hand, hung a white dress that hung long like a wedding dress. The trinkets of pearls and sparkling diamonds dazzled Sulastri's eyes. Both of Sulastri's hands were held by him and helped him get off his bed. Sulastri smiled. Now he stood face to face with Yulian Wibowo. He was silent when Yulian Wibowo took off one by one the clothes he wore, then replaced them with a dress on his arm.
Sulastri watched himself. He felt younger than usual. His skin looks fresher. He really felt like when he was young.
"Come, look at the people you love one by one. Your time with them is over. They must live the rest of their lives before being with us again with their charity."
Sulastri turned towards the people who swarmed his feet. One by one, he looked at their faces. Starting from Rianti, Fahmi, Rayhan, Farida Tuan Guru Izzul Islam and everything in the room. Sulastri smiled. The faces of his children, the faces of those he loved and loved him during his life. He waved his hand. After that, he again sat down on the cage, looking at his stiffened body. He rubbed his own face gently. A stiff face filled with wrinkles. The face that once cried was long. The face he once carried everywhere in long tribulations, before God predestined good fortune for him. The finally faithful face prostrated on the ground worshipping the Khaliq. Sulastri smiled. Now he saw his body that stretched rigidly covered with long cloth. Like a dry wooden rod that is fragile and useless. The body that used to be fresh, ripe and make wild spies drugged, now no more a stick that was washed away by the flood.
"Goodbye, you rough rhinoceros, where all the suffering and pain I have lived in the world. If there is no good charity, you are just a piece of meat that will soon give off a bad smell and eventually be eaten by maggots. Thank you for accompanying me to suffer. Thank you for the rest of my life, you never get tired of bowing down to worship our Lord." Sulastri then rose. He smiled at Yulian Wibowo. Yulian Wibowo returned his smile as he opened his arms wide, as if to welcome him to the new world for Sulastri. Sulastri approached and hugged Yulian Wibowo's body.
The white light suddenly seemed to eliminate everything in the room. No more color. There's no room. Nothing else is visible. Only the endless glowing white space.
Yulian Wibowo held Sulastri's right hand and wrapped it around her waist. Yulian Wibowo's left hand was then looped around Sulastri's waist. The two looked at each other and smiled. In unison, their legs were thrust away leaving towards the light and just disappeared.
The sound of Yasin surah chanting read by Farida, Rayhan, Rianti and Jamila in unison, adds to the atmosphere of haru in the room. Master Izzul Islam who was under the feet of Sulastri, raised both hands and prayed. Fahmi himself seemed to whisper a tawhid sentence in Sulastri's ear.
Sulastri's chest was seen descending rapidly. Then a few minutes later, his breathing slowly weakened. Weak and invisible anymore any movement. Fahmi turned his head towards Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam is approaching. He then placed his palms on Sulastri's nose and chest. No breathing or heartbeat. So is the beat in his veins. Quiet and quiet. The crying began to break from Rayhan's mouth when Master Izzul Islam turned his face away from Sulastri's face. Rayhan's cry spread to the others. Inside the room was immediately crowded by sobs.
Master Izzul Islam stands. He nodded several times before speaking. He felt the need to speak because he did not want the cry of sorrow to end in lamentation.
"Innalillahi wa inna ilayhi roji. We belong to God and to Him we will return. Crying is natural when the person we love leaves us. But do not let our excessive cries that cause lamentation, will bear a torment for the corpse and sin for us who are in this room. Cry as necessary while praying for the Mayit. May God forgive mother and we who are left behind are given fortitude. Amen," said Master Izzul Islam. He then stepped towards Retno who was holding Rianti's child while unceasingly as he pleased. Master Izzul Islam then took the baby and took him out.
Rianti wiped his tears and got up. He stepped to the bottom of the cage, where Sulastri's legs were stiffened. The blanket covering Sulastri's legs in dikaya. Her tears are flowing back. She was silent for a moment until she felt she could hold back her tears.
The baby cries from outside. Rianti gave a long sigh. He smiled at Sulastri's glowing face. He lowered his head in respect. The face of heaven. Peace in heaven, Mom. Say hello to papa," Inner Rianti. After which, he turned his body slowly and stepped out of the room.
* * * * *
Beside the bed where Sulastri lay. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama are seen talking about something.
"What do you think Master said about the mother's funeral" Mr. Sahril said.
"Including the recommended haste is to bury someone who has died. We testify that the deceased mother was a good person. She must have longed to see her beautiful place in the gardens of heaven. I personally want my mother's funeral done as soon as possible. Late at 10 in the morning. But we'll wait for Fahmi first, sir. As a child, we have to hear his opinion" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama nodded. Shortly after, Fahmi shows up. Master Izzul Islam immediately called him and told him to sit down.
"Look, Dik. We were talking about the mother's funeral. This is so that we can immediately spread this information to every mosque. But we are still waiting for the arrival of Dik Fahmi," said Master Izzul Islam. Fahmi was silent for a moment. After that he stared alternately at Master Izzul Islam, Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama until his view again ended towards Master Izzul Islam.
"All her life, Istiqomah always visited the grave of the deceased papa every ten o'clock in the morning. I don't know why it's the one that suddenly popped into my heart a few minutes ago. But everything we leave to Brother Tuan," said Fahmi.
Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama smiled and simultaneously set their sights on Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Alhamdulillah. We agreed on the funeral of our late mother at 10 a.m. We hope, friends and all worshipers can attend all to pray for the body of the mother," said Master Izzul Islam.
"What about Non-Rianti, Master Teacher. Is he allowed to go home?" said mr. Pratama.
"Alhamdulillah, said the doctor, Rianti we can take home too." Master Izzul Islam touched the hands of Mr. Pratama and Mr. Sahril.
"Then, I'll go to Rianti's room first, sir. Help-help pack the goods," said Master Izzul Islam.
"Oh yes, please, Master Teacher," said Mr. Sahril.
"Sir, I've paid the administrative fee for Rianti" Fahmi said. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled nodding his head. Then he came out of the room.