NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#226
Master Izzul Islam stopped the car he was driving right in front of a dam which on his right left seemed endless rice fields. There was only a footpath leading to an estate about three hundred meters from where his car stopped. Both Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, Jamila and Rianti are equally focused on the small house in front of the plantation. There was no more house after about two kilos went through the alley on the big road. They were all convinced, the house on the plantation was the house of Nurmah.
"Come, kid, it's mom's house. We have to walk" said Inak Nurmah. Master Izzul Islam nodded. He signals Rianti and Jamila to go down. Both got out of the car and opened the door for Nurmah.
Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He began to feel uncomfortable. Looking at the house from where it stands now, is enough to make his feelings. Many times he shook his head as his footsteps got closer to the house. Her tears felt like they were gathering on her eyelids.
Very carefully they began to descend the path. Until when they reached the front of the house, both Master Izzul Islam, Rianti and Jamila both shed tears. Women as old as inak Nurmah, with a sick child, live in houses with walls of raw bricks that have been tilted. The roofs of the house were also seen many who fell and scattered in the yard of the house. The view is more draining when Nurmah opened the door of the house. Only a rope wrapped around the door leaf and tied to a nail stuck in the door frame. Looking at the top of the house that has lost a lot of roof tiles, can not imagine what if the rain fell.
Inak Nurmah then took them to the corner of the room. He then pulled up a mosquito net in front of him and showed a woman lying on the bed. What is clearly visible is only the head. His body down looks flat because of his thinness. The three sounded privileged to see the terrible situation of Zulhiyani. Master Izzul Islam felt ashamed by what was stuck in his body. Feeling embarrassed by the sufficiency and favors he received, while in front of him now, the striking difference was like slapping his face.
Zulhiyani is seen opening her eyes slowly as Nurmah's inak holds her hand. Rianti who was right in Zulhiyani's view pulled the hand of Master Izzul Islam beside him. Zulhiyani's eyes widened when he saw Master Izzul Islam standing with a smile in front of him. It was clear that there was something different from his facial water, his lips moving and the radiance of happiness from the light of his eyes that were struck by light coming in from outside. Rianti approaching. Zulhiyani's head on her swab was soft. Zulhiyani. Rianti smiled.
"We're going to the hospital, right? Suhaini and Nur Jamila send greetings to you. We want you to go back to the pesantren, serve as you used to" Rianti said. Zulhiyani stared fixedly at Rianti. Like something he was about to say. Rianti smiled back.
"I am Rianti, Master Teacher's wife. We're going to the hospital, right?" Rianti. Zulhiyani kept looking at him. Her tears look out. His lips twitched like he wanted to say something. Rianti sighed and pulled out a tissue from inside his bag. He then rubbed it on Zulhiyani's face. Next to Jamila, Nurmah's inak looks sobbing. Jamila tried to comfort him.
Rianti turned towards Master Izzul Islam and approached.
"You or not, we must immediately take him to the hospital, Brother Tuan. Mom is old. Pity if you have to take care of your child alone, " whispered Rianti. Master Izzul Islam nodded.
"That's what I really think. It is our duty to take care of him. I'll call Zaebon to bring the pesantren health car here" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and stepped out. Because Azka began to be uncomfortable in the house, Jamila followed Master Izzul Islam out.
Rianti turned towards Nurmah. After staring at some old faces that are still attached to look at the face of his son. Rianti.
"Mom, you're coming with us too. Mother lived in our house first. As long as dik Zulhiyani is hospitalized, we will improve the mother's home to make it more suitable to be occupied" Rianti said.
"No need, son. Here I just ride with the former village chief here. This is not my house, my son. My husband used to be told to guard this garden, as well as allowed to occupy this house," said Inak Nurmah.
Rianti. Her tears seem to flow. When he was with his extended family living all in abundance, when the poor and orphans he gathered to be helped, the figure of Nurmah's inak escaped their attention. The team that had been formed by the late Sulastri to look for the presence of poor people and poor people, did not detect the presence of Inak Nurmah.
Rianti let out a long sigh and wiped her tears. He then rubbed the back of Nurmah's mouth while smiling.
"Then, I can't refuse. Dik Zulhiyani we'll take the medicine and mom will stay with us,"
"Don't, Son. I am ashamed" said Inak Nurmah. His gaze was directed at Zulhiyani's face.
"Not to be ashamed, Mom. It's free for us to build orphanages everywhere if it turns out there are still people like mothers who are in a state of concern. We don't want to sin with God because we can't help you when we can."
"How, Brother Master,"
"I've contacted Zaebon. I've also told him to bring some santri to help him raise Zulhiyani.
"Have you asked me to talk?"
Rianti nodded with a smile.
After several hours of waiting, Zaebon's car was seen stopping at the end of the road. Mr. Izzul Islam immediately came out and signaled for Zaebon to turn his car around. Suhaini, Nur Jamila was seen coming out of the car with three young men, including Abdul Khalik. They immediately rushed towards the house after Master Teacher Izzul Islam waved his hand.
Suhaini and Nur Jamila spontaneously cried hysterically when they saw the state of Zulhiyani. The two never expected, Zulhiyani who was once beautiful and had the best body shape in the dorm, suddenly they saw it had changed so horribly. They could hardly recognize it if they had not recognized Nurmah's previous inak. Slowly the two kissed Zulhiyani on the face.
"Suhaini, Nur Jamila, Come on, let's get Zulhiyani to the car. We're gonna take him to the hospital. Later you will have a lot of time with Zulhiyani, because you are the one who will take care of him, " said Rianti. Suhaini and Nur Jamila nodded. The two then gave room for Abdul Khalik, Zaebon and two other students to lift Zulhiyani's body and take him to the car.
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Master Izzul Islam stopped turning on his car engine when the sound of a cell phone in his pocket rang. Zaebon who seemed to be still waiting for him, told him to go first.
"You go straight to the clinic, Bon. Soon we will follow" said Master Izzul Islam. Zaebon nodded and immediately turned the car around. The car then moved away from the place.
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi roji'un" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam when after reading the incoming message on his mobile phone. Rianti and Jamila looked at each other.
"Who died, Brother Master?" ask Rianti.
"Cristian, her husband Qurratul Aini. His son-in-law was Mr. Faeshal who converted," said Mr. Izzul Islam. Both Rianti and Jamila both pronounce the phrase istirja'.
"When did he die?" ask Jamila.
"Just need. Around 11 o'clock. Same disease as the late mother. Broke the blood vessels" replied Master Izzul Islam.
"Keep how this is, Brother Master." Ask Rianti.
"We went to the clinic to finish Zulhiyani's business. After that we can go straight there. We pray dhuhur in the clinic only," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. He then put his phone in and started the car.