NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#214
The morning did not look like usual. The previously bright sun that revealed its yellowish rays was now completely covered by the black clouds. The drizzle was for the first time dropped in this dry season. The atmosphere in the courtyard of the house that had previously been crowded, grew crowded with people who came to visit. Along the roadside, parked cars. Such people are not always coming. Some even choose to find a place up to the big road. Behind the house where Sulastri's body will be buried near the grave of Yulian Wibowo, seen some men who were digging the ground. The food that was deliberately ordered from the restaurant in the doyan medaran area and the restaurant owned by Pratiwi for breakfast people who attended already filled the buffet place that had been provided next to the house. The women who came to worship also began to look busy helping bi Aisyah in the kitchen to prepare food.
At exactly 10 o'clock, Sulastri's body was finished being bathed and forgiven. People were seen scrambling to carry Sulastri's coffin when removed from the house to pray. After three prayers with worshippers filled the spacious courtyard of the house, Sulastri's body was finally taken to his burial place. The cries of the people broke again when Sulastri's body was lowered into his grave. The recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an accompanied the hoarding of the body of Sulastri. All that is seen now is a pile of land. Sulastri's stiff body in his shroud was no longer visible. His body was fused with its origin and his spirit had returned to the Creator.
Until Sulastri's funeral has ended, people are reluctant to move from his place. They alternately and simultaneously read the surah Yasin to Sulastri. Sulastri's grave mound looks full of colorful flowers.
Inside the house, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was seen chatting with Rianti, Mr. Sahril, Mr. Pratama and Fahmi.
"With so many people coming to worship today, we need to divide the place for the mother's ordination until the ninth night. Let us direct the congregation to the pesantren qudwatusshalihin as well" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"It seems like Master Teacher's proposal is very good. It looks like here will not accommodate the pilgrims who will come" said Mr. Sahril. He turned his head towards Rianti who was sitting next to Master Izzul Islam.
"Sorry, Non. For the next nine days, Trianti will temporarily close the restaurant in the doyan medaran. For the past nine days, we will direct the food supply here" Mr. Sahril said. Rianti smiled.
"Oh yeah, it's okay, sir. Thank God, Pratiwi will do the same. He has expressed his readiness to prepare food in the style of the mother's tahlilan event," said Rianti. Beside him, Fahmi was silent. Seeing that, Rianti touched his hand.
"How about, Dik Fahmi. How can you just shut up?"
Fahmi smiled. He sighed long.
"What is this not excessive, Brother. Excuse me. With this many pilgrims, do we just prepare a small meal. I mean, what should be the buffet on the ninth day only," proposed Fahmi. Rianti smiled.
"True, ustadz Fahmi. This is a small part that the company can do to the late mother of Lastri. The company has nothing to lose even if we invite all the orphanages in this town." Mr. Sahril gave a long sigh. He smiles.
"Mother always told us to set aside some of the company's profits to share with the poor. And God, every time we do compensation, the company's profits always multiply," continued Mr. Sahril. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"That's our advantage doing business with God, Mr. Sahril. Allah has promised ten times the profit of the one thing we give," said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti gave a long sigh. He pulled Fahmi's shoulder and grabbed him.
"Mother is the boss of the company, Dik. He has for years continued what has been pioneered by the late papa.If not for the services of the mother, the company must have been bankrupt," said Rianti.Pak Sahril and Pak Pratama appear to nod steadily, confirming what Rianti said.
"And related to inheritance, dik Fahmi need not worry about it. What belongs to mother is yours my sisters. This company we will run together in accordance with the instructions and guidelines left by the mother. Nothing changed from us after Mom left. You are still my brothers" continued Rianti. Fahmi wiped his tears. Haru heard Rianti's words. He also embraced the Rianti tubun.
"Then we go home first, Master Teacher. God willing, tonight we will come again" said Mr. Sahril.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Sahril, Mr. Pratama," Rianti said. Both then rise. After shaking hands with the Master Teacher Izzul Islam, Fahmi and Rianti, the two immediately left the room.
Adzan Dhuhur's voice rang out. The cloud is still rising above the sky. Hot atmosphere for months like it has moved to the beginning of the rainy season. The air, which had been hot and stifling in the previous days, had now turned cold since this morning. The drizzle that came down, like the picture of nature that came crying because of the departure of Sulastri.
The atmosphere in the courtyard of the house slowly looked desolate. People started to go home one by one. Only a few people from the family of employees of the Bima branch of pearl company were seen cleaning the yard. They deliberately wanted to stay a few days until the ninth day of Sulastri's death was completed. In the pesantren yard in front of the house, the santri are also seen cleaning.
In front of Sulastri's grave, Rianti, Fahmi, Farida and Rayhan appear solemn' recitation. Behind them, Bagas was incessantly crying. Sulastri, whom he once wasted, lifted him back from the slump of his life, making him unable to hold back the tears in his memory. All the memories of Sulastri will never die. His real work is scattered everywhere as his charity. His heartfelt affection has united his children into a family that loves each other. It even brings together the poor, orphans, PSKs and abandoned children in that place into his extended family. In the living room, there are two large photos of Sulastri and Yulian Wibowo. Photo with an expanding smile, which reminds the person who looked at her, that in that place once lived a strong woman again loving. The woman who changed Rianti and Yulian Wibowo into a religious person.