NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#116
Layla opened her bedroom window nets and sat in front of the window. Her lips seemed to have lost the smile-controlling nerve. He ceaselessly gave a smile, following the happiness in his heart.
Layla let out a long sigh and leaned her body quietly on the chair. Looking at the white dragon tree flowers blooming in the courtyard of the house. Blooming beautiful, as blooming as his heart tonight. His desire to marry Master Izzul Islam has not faded. When Master Izzul Islam remarried a second time to Jamila, the feeling did not even go away. It even made him more motivated to finish school. For some reason, the harmonious polygamous life, which most women do not like, is a beautiful sight in his eyes. Said his friends, he was just obsessed with talk shows that he watched on one of the private television, he said, about the life of one member of the House of Representatives as well as a Kiyai with three wives who get along well with each other. He did not completely reject the assumption of his friends. He did not deny, familiarity and mutual affection between them on television, making him have a different view of polygamy. For him, if among the wives of all the Ridha, why not. Dissensions between wives would not have occurred if there were no strong religious guidelines.
Some say that he is not yet an adult and only follows the heart and mind that is still unstable, but this time he denied it. If indeed he is still unstable, the feeling will certainly disappear over time. Even until she graduated now, she still hopes to be the wife of Master Izzul Islam.
Layla raised her head. His gaze glared at the ceiling of the room. A feeling that was like spinning and stirring in his heart, seemed powerless in resisting his heartbeat. He feels unsettled.
Layla gave a long sigh. He got up and walked towards the dresser. The white envelope in which her graduation letter from school was issued, she opened. After opening the fold of paper inside, he then read it. His eyes only focused on his name written in the affidavit. He hoped, 41 times Fatehah letter that he read after the prayer isya' earlier, with the intention, when the Master Izzul Islam saw his name, he would feel the same vibration that he felt now. It will not take long, Master Izzul Islam will fulfill his promise.
'Baiq. Layla Ulfatunnisa's'.
Layla smiled spelling her name in the heart. He sighed long. Her lips seemed to be insecure with a smile. The letter was folded and put back in an envelope.
He saw his face in front of the mirror. He smiles. Her face, which according to her motherly friends, made her feel more confident that she deserved to be a wife. Definitely the third wife of Master Izzul Islam.
Layla turned her head, then got up to take the hijab she slipped between her clothes on the hanger. She sat back down and put on a purple veil. He smiled back. After steady with the hijab on her face, she then stood up and started flipping her body in front of the mirror.
Buty? Layla's gaze returned to the envelope on the table. His face that had been sparkling cheerfully, suddenly turned agitated. He let out a short sigh and again threw his body on the chair. He began to think about how to tell Master Izzul Islam if he had graduated. If you wait for Master Izzul Islam to ask him first, he is sure that Master Izzul Islam will not be thought of there. It knows. Very know, when Master Teacher Izzul Islam promised to marry him after graduation, just to give him the spirit so that he did not drop out of school. At that time he realized that Master Izzul Islam only considered her a little girl, who would briefly throw away her toys if she saw a new toy. But people never realize the charm that Master Izzul Islam has, especially if it is so close to him. Like the Egyptian women who cut off their hands when they saw the good looks of Joseph.
For him, When the Master Teacher Izzul Islam has promised, then he must keep his promise.
Layla rubs her forehead. Sweat suddenly invaded his body. He felt angry because he still did not find a solution, how to tell Master Izzul Islam about his graduation. Even if he knew that this month was the graduation month of students who were third grade, but he was sanctioned, Master Izzul Islam remembered him. Clearly, he did not want to involve his parents in this matter anymore. He has to think of his own way. He wanted to prove to his mother and father that he could solve his own problems.
Yes!" Layla patted her thigh. His smile was back up. The solution is only one. He must come alone to the house of Master Izzul Islam. He just remembered, there was a senior santri who had his own room next to the residence of Master Izzul Islam. He will use his services to deliver the letter to Master Izzul Islam.
* * * * *
The night after isya'. The stars in the dark sky were twinkling like pearls on glass. A collection of visible galaxies, like carrying a mind flying deep through to its tip.
Master Izzul Islam, Jamila and Rianti were seen sitting in the living room while watching Adzka, Rianti's son, who was playing alone on the floor. Jamila still lives in the main house and still occupies Nyai Mustiani's late room. Rianti did not let him go and occupied the house that was built for him near the princess dormitory. So that the house is not empty, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam changed its function temporarily as a place for the manager of the princess.
"Sir, can I go to the office next week? Adzka's been nine months. I did the most until 10 and it was only three times a week," said Rianti began the conversation after a while ago the three were cool to pay attention to Adzka's funny behavior. Master Izzul Islam turned towards Jamila.
"Well, why look at me? What is asked permission, Brother Tuan," said Jamila with a smile. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"I'm not banning you at all, I'm just thinking about whether your condition is ready or not to start thinking about office affairs" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled.
"If it is a problem, God willing, I am fine, Brother Tuan. Mr. Sahril called earlier this morning, he said there was a board meeting next week. He was expecting my presence that day" Rianti said.
Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. He then embraces Jamila and Rianti who sit flanking him. Both Rianti and Jamila both rest their heads on the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam.
* * * * *
Meanwhile. Mr. Nurasmin and Ms. Sofia, who were still sitting on the bed, appeared to be in a serious conversation. Layla's passing this year forced them to come to think about where Layla would continue her education in college.
"If mom, wherever Layla is going to college, don't let her not go, sir. If there is still a cost, the mother still feels worried. The relationship of the child is now so terrible. Not that you don't trust Layla, but the environment can sometimes affect a person's behavior, right?"sofia said when Mr. Nurasmin asked for his opinion. Mr. Nurasmin smiled. He nodded in agreement with Sofia's opinion.
"Then we send him to Java. In Dalwa boarding school, Pondok Pesantren Nurul Jadid or in Tebuireng Jombang boarding school. Layla can go to college. I just choose which one. The three huts are famous huts, the quality of education is not in doubt," said Mr. Nurasmin. Sofia's mother let out a long sigh. He nodded his forehead.
"Too far, sir. I can't let Layla go too far. She just went and went to college here" Sofia said. Mr. Nurasmin turned. He pulled the blanket on his feet and flattened it all over his body. Slowly he laid his body.
"If we obey our mothers, our children will never succeed."
Ms. Sofia touched Mr. Nurasmin's hand. Mr. Nurasmin looked over. He looked at Sofia who seemed to have gotten an answer.
"How about Layla go and go to college in her boarding school for Izzul. It's near sir" said Sofia's mom.
"Mom want to create new problems? ask Mr. Nurasmin. Sofia's mom frowned.
"New problem? Mean Father?"
"How about Layla remembers her feelings for Izzul. At that time we never thought, there was no rain, no wind, suddenly the Layla behaved strangely like that," said Mr. Nurasmin.
"Yes, yes, sir. Layla's mum had forgotten, can not be revealed again," said Sofia's mom. He laid his body slowly. He sighed short.
"Just whatever you are. The ones in Java are okay too. But find the closest one" said Sofia.
"Then Pondok Pesantren Nurul Jadid only. Nak Izzul is also an alumnus there," replied Mr. Nurasmin as he turned to tilt his body back at Sofia's mom.