NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#223
The night is late. Takbir Layla was heard quietly filling the silence in his room. Visiting the Al-aziziyah boarding school this afternoon while watching every step he stepped, each student was engrossed with their own thoughts. Beautiful teenagers, where when teenagers their age are busy spending their youth out there, they seem to care less about their outside world. They seem to enjoy every verse of the Qur'an that they memorize. Regardless of whether initially they were forced to go into bed because they were afraid of their parents or not, obviously, from being forced to finally get used to it, to end up enjoying.
He wanted a world like that. The happy face of both his parents, makes him want to speed up time. Time when he succeeds and makes both proud. No need to wait a long time. He has been steady, tomorrow morning he wants to leave the cottage immediately. He has new goals that he wants to start as soon as possible. There is no need to delay the good if it can still be done as soon as possible.
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Birds tekukur in front of the porch of the house, sounding melodious starting the morning. The weather this morning was suddenly cloudy. Eve was not as usual. Feels cold. Master Izzul Islam who usually relax in front of the terrace enjoying his favorite warm goat milk, just stop by for a moment to check the food of birds tekukur, then go straight into the house.
Knowing the arrival of Master Izzul Islam through his special deheman, Rianti and Jamila who were preparing food with Nur Jamila and Suhaini, immediately brewed goat milk on the table and brought it. Rianti who was about to go out to the terrace of the house urung open the door because he saw Master Izzul Islam lying on the sofa with both feet covered in prayer mats.
Rianti smiled. After putting the drink on the glass table, he sat at the feet of Master Izzul Islam.
"Sister is sick?" Rianti.
"So, it's just cold, man,"
Rianti. Without saying anything, he stepped into his room. After picking up a blanket on the bed, he went back to meet Master Izzul Islam. The blanket he carried then held covered the body of Master Izzul Islam.
The warmth of the blanket that covered his body, made Master Teacher Izzul Islam several times look yawned. Red eyes. He looks very sleepy.
"Sir Master sleeps in the room only. Nur Jamila and Suhaini are in the kitchen, they will be embarrassed to go through here" Rianti said. Master Teacher Izzul Islam put away the blanket on his body and slowly raised his body. Because today is still Jamila's time, Rianti drove him to Jamila's room.
The sun has not yet been seen appearing on the eastern horizon. The black clouds still reluctantly moved leaving him. Still in June. It's the mid-dry season. It's too early if it rains. But lately the weather has been difficult to predict. Nothing is impossible. Global warming has disrupted some of the natural schedules that were once neatly organized.
Inak Nurmah patted the shoulder of the ojekman who took him to the boarding school when he reached about five meters from the gate of the residence of the Master Izzul Islam. After giving him the fare, he paused for a moment staring into the courtyard of the house. It still looks like when he came twice. The door of the house seemed closed. And so is the gate. He heard a loud noise, but perhaps the voices of the santri in the pesantren.
Inak Nurmah directed his gaze towards the restroom which was next to the front of the mansion. If not wrong, in that room he saw the young man who gave him food and the money came out. It's good to go there and say hello. At the very least, if Master Izzul Islam is not at home, he will open the gate and allow him to sit on the terrace while waiting for Master Izzul Islam to come home.
Inak Nurmah approaching. He began to say hello when he arrived at the gate. But again his weak voice can certainly not be heard anyone in the house.
Inak Nurmah bowed heavily and picked up a stone. After that, he started banging the stone at the gate.
"Something seems to be hitting something outside the house. Suhaini, take a look out," said Rianti.
"Let me. Let Suhaini continue his work," Jamila bargained. Since Azka immediately cried when she saw him step, she then carried him and immediately rushed towards the living room.
Jamila pulled a little mosquito net that covered the living room window. He noticed the Nurmah inak standing in front of the gate. Occasionally a stone was struck in the hand to the gate. Jamila frowned. Abdul Khalik was sleeping or was probably not in his room so he did not hear the sound of the blow.
Jamila turned to Azka. Jamila smile. Slowly he lowered Azka's body from her sling.
"You wait for Mom here first, son. There's a guest outside. Just one second, yes" said Jamila. Azka nodded. Jamila ruffled her hair.
"Smart kid" said Jamila. He then opened the door and stepped slowly closer to the Nurmah camp. Inak Nurmah looks happy when he sees Jamila approaching him. The stone in his hand was removed.
"Assynolajet. Find who, Mom," said Jamila softly. He wanted to open the Nurmah gate, but the key was held by Abdul Khalik.
"Oh, sorry, ma'am, the gate keys were taken by Santri. Well, how is this, ma'am," said Jamila.
"It's okay, son. I just want to know, is Mukarom home?" ask inak Nurmah. Jamila frowned.
"Who, Ma?" tanya Jamila.
"I'm looking for Mukarom, son," replied Nurmah.
"Mukarom?"
"They go down here, ma'am," asked Jamila.
"No. He is the owner of this house" replied Nurmah firmly. Jamila looked at the face of Inak Nurmah. Of all the santri guardians he had seen, he had never seen the woman.
"Wait a minute, Mom. I'd like to call santri first. Remember, I'm not going anywhere" Jamila said. Inak Nurmah nodded his head. Jamila immediately rushed back into the house.
"Who, Jamila," asked Rianti when he saw Jamila holding Azka back to the kitchen.
"Don't know either. There's an old man. He said he wanted to find Mukarom. You both know what Mukarom is" Jamila told Suhaini and Nur Jamila. The two looked at each other, trying to recall the possibility that they knew the name.
"Don't know either, Miss Nyai. Maybe Abdul Khalik's brother knew," Suhaini said.
"That's the problem, Abdul Khalik was not in his room. Poor thing, his mother couldn't get in" Jamila said.
"The gate lock is usually placed Abdul khalik above the door of his room, have you checked it?" Rianti. Jamila.
"Come, you two come with me. Maybe you know the mother" Jamila told the two. He gave Azka to Rianti. He then took Nur Jamila and Suhaini out to meet the woman.
Suhaini and Jamila looked at each other when they got to the door and looked towards Nurmah's camp.
"Sheat?" both words in unison. The two immediately ran towards the gate. Seeing that, Jamila frowned. He just stood in front of the door. Knowing Nur Jamila and Suhaini knew the woman, he called Suhaini.
"Suhaini, try to find the key to the gate above the door of Abdul Khalik's room. Get me in" said Jamila. Suhaini immediately rushed to find the key. After finding it, he immediately opened the Nurmah inak gate. Inak Nurmah was then invited in.
"Come on, get me some cold drinks and some food in the fridge" Jamila told Suhaini as Nurmah's inak had sat on the sofa. He sat next to Nurmah.
"You know this mother, Nur?" jamila asked Nur Jamila who was still standing by the door. Nur Jamila nodded.
"Geh, Nyai Ma'am. She is Zulhiyani's mother. He used to go here. The three of us used to accompany the late Nyai Mustiani in her room" replied Nur Jamila. Jamila nodded her head. Jamila turned towards Nurmah. Nurmah's hand was touched gently.
"But who were you looking for?" jamila.
"You look for Mukarom, son," replied Inak Nurmah. Jamila turned back to Nur Jamila. He raised both eyebrows, like looking for an explanation from Nur Jamila. Nur Jamila smiled.
"I mean mother may be Al-mukarom, Miss Nyai. Inak used to call Mr. Guru that," said Nur Jamila. Jamila muttered with a smile.
"Ow, so this guy wants to see Al-Mukarrom?" ask Jamila to inak Nurmah. Inak Nurmah smiled.
"Now his Mukarom is still at rest. I just wait here, yeah. Consider it your own home. We'll eat first" said Jamila.
Inak Nurmah gave a long sigh. He was silent for a moment. Then he turned to Jamila.
"I can't leave the house for long, son. My son is alone at home. He is sick" said Inak Nurmah.
"You mean mom, Zulhiyani is sick?" nur Jamila asked when Inak Nurmah mentioned her son. He waited for the right moment to ask Zulhiyani.
Back inak Nurmah gave a long sigh.
"It's been a year, son. That's why I want to see Mukarom. Want to ask for prayer for the healing of my son" said Inak Nurmah. Slight tears were seen in the corner of his eyes, rubbed by the end of a scarf wrapped around his head. Jamila rubbed the backs of Nurmah's men.
"Awhile, Mom. I want to wake up mukarom first. Come on, Nur, you're sitting here with mom" Jamila said. He got up and went to the kitchen.