NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#240
The night is getting late. The sound of a wall clock ticking sounds roaring the silence of the night. In the private room of Qurratul Aini.
Still wearing his face, Qurratul Aini laid his body on his tongue. His face, which had been stiff with thoughts, now looked slightly softened. There was an answer that he got after praying some rakaat earlier. His looser heart, hinting that the decision he now holds, is the answer that will lead him to a decision about his future.
Qurratul Aini turned to look at the photo of Cristian leaning against the dresser. He smiled and woke up. He then stepped towards the dresser. Photo Cristian. After kissing her, the photo held her tightly in her arms. He then lay back on his tongue, still tightly hugging the photo.
Cristian will never be replaced in his heart. The man who used to introduce him to the sin of love, had a long service until he forgot the prohibitions of religion. It is true what Mawlana Jalaludin Rumi said; every religion has love, but love has no religion. Love had blinded his heart so that the sin and mischief he had committed with Cristian at that time had made him lazy to do religious orders and stay away from his prohibitions. Although occasionally, Cristian showed a little tolerance by reprimanding him for prayer if the Adhan sounded reverberating.
But he was grateful, by knowing him, Cristian finally got to know Islam and decided to embrace it. His religious obedience even exceeds the obedience of those who have embraced him for generations. Even she herself was the daughter of a Master Teacher. His love for his new religion has made him think long every day, how he can be useful for the religion he embraced. Including reviving and restoring the boarding house left by the late Master Faeshal. That is now increasingly adding to the calmness of his heart to take decisions that he had once considered very heavy. More consideration for good.
Qurratul Aini set his gaze glaring at the ceiling of the room with a smile. It was as if he was looking at the image of Cristian smiling up there. Like encouraging that whatever the decision, Cristian will support it. Photo Cristian getting closer strong.
Time had brought him to the beginning of dawn. The sound of the holy verses of the Qur'an is melodious. Refreshing his eyes that had closed due to drowsiness.
Qurratul Aini raised his body slowly. Photo Cristian held it while continuing to look at him. Her smile continued to expand, accompanying her steps towards the dressing table. Arriving in front of the dresser, Cristian's photo was kissed a long time ago, right on his forehead. Once satisfied, he then put the photo Cristian back in place.
Qurratul Aini let out a long sigh. The cell phone at the end of the table. After nodding his head once, he grabbed the phone. The decision has been made. The phone is in his hand. It was only his determination to push the button letter by letter on the phone screen and send it to Rianti. Before the dawn of the Adhan resounded, the message had to be received by Rianti. He must be waiting for that. He himself did not want to drag on worrying about the problem whose decision was purely in his hands. He asked for a fatwa in his heart. And the deepest beat of his heart had given him the determination to choose between two options.
Qurratul Aini pulls a plastic chair in front of her dressing table. He then slowly slammed his body. His hands started to press button by letter button on his phone screen. After sighing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, Qurratul Aini steadily sent the message he made to Rianti.
After that, he put his phone back down and got up. The mukena he was wearing then released and stepped out of the room to take ablution water'.
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Rianti immediately rushed to put up his meeting when Mr. Guru Izzul Islam proclaimed the iqomah to start the congregational dawn prayer. As he was getting ready to occupy his alphabet, a short message tone rang out on the table. That's his cell phone ringtone. He forgot to reduce the volume.
"Attent, Brother Master. I turn off the phone first. Afraid that someone will call and interrupt our prayers" Rianti said as she stepped towards the table. There is a short message with the name Qurratul Aini as the sender. Rianti turned towards Master Izzul Islam and Jamila who were still standing waiting for him. Curious, Rianti opened the message and read it. Rianti smiled and put the phone back down after shrinking the volume. He immediately rushed to the place of prayer with a smile that continued to flutter.
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"Jamila, sit down first. There is good and exciting news that I will convey," said Rianti half-whispering, after shaking hands after the wire. Master Izzul Islam who immediately took his book, began to open sheet by sheet of his book. The two then sat flanking Master Izzul Islam.
Rianti opened the phone he took from the table. After reading it for a moment to make sure that what he read before the dawn prayer was true, he let out a long sigh while holding up his phone.
"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum wr.
Dear Nyai Rianti." Master Izzul Islam. Jamila listened carefully while leaning her head on the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam. He smiled when he saw the expression on the face of Master Izzul Islam watching Rianti.
"After asking the mother for her opinion, also asking Allah for guidance with a soothing result in my heart, then by mentioning the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful, I ask for the good of my decision to accept Master Teacher's proposal.May with our sincere intention to seek the pleasure of God through marriage, God bestows His mercy on us. Amen."
Master Izzul Islam frowned. The phone in Rianti's hand was taken away. Then he read it. He turned back. Rianti smiled.
"Why should I urge him, Brother Master. Last night, we just told him to think about it. Just look at the message, all because of Allah's guidance. Although impressed too soon, but I'm sure Qurratul Aini just think about it half a night," said Rianti.
" However we refuse, if Qurratul Aini has been determined by Allah as the match of Brother Tuan, Qurratul Aini will still be the wife of Brother Tuan. Everything was planned by God. No one can argue or stand in his way" Jamila said. Master Teacher Izzul Islam sighed long while nodding his head.
"Lantas, what should I do," said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti pokes spoiled chin Master Teacher Izzul Islam. He raised his head. He looked towards Jamila.
"Pretend not to know, or so happy," said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Jamila lowered her face, trying to hide her gelatinous smile at the expression of Master Izzul Islam when she saw Rianti.
"It's your duty to find a good day. Subsequently leave it to us," said Rianti.
"Then tomorrow we will clean the room next to Inak Nurmah's room for a room in Aini" Jamila said.
"It's not like that" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti and Jamila stared at him.
"If Allah has arranged for me to marry Qurratul Aini, then Qurratul Aini will stay with Nyai Indrawati. We will help him revive the pesantren" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Rianti and Jamila nodded.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He embraces the bodies of Jamila and Rianti. The two were kissed alternately.
"Thank you. Thanks though. May Allah grant His mercy to you both."
"Amin" said the two in unison.
"I want to make a warm drink first for you while waiting for the prayer time duha," said Jamila as she got up from her seat. Master Izzul Islam and Rianti smiled.
"Don't forget to look at Azka. It might have woken up" Rianti said as Jamila was at the door.
"If no one knocks on the door, surely he is being invited to walk the same way Nurmah," replied Jamila. He also came out of the room.
Rianti turned his head and smiled towards Master Izzul Islam. Both the palms of Master Izzul Islam were held.
"Sir Master, it's been a long time since I've visited your grave. After the event, I want to take Azka there" Rianti said.
Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"We'll go there together. We will also carry out the compensation of orphans around for the late mama," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled.
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The sun is shining brightly. The sound of sparrows and sparrows was heard crowded filling the morning atmosphere. Shalawat chants sung together by Rianti and Jamila on the sidelines of their morning activities in the kitchen.