NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#246
Layla slid her body on the side of her bed. The burden of his mind is increasing. Having previously established his heart to issue a "Yes" answer to accept Nyai Nurrohmah's request to marry one of his sons, now his heart begins to worry. The arrival of Miss Salima with the same intention, signaled that God wanted her to think carefully. There is no hurry to make a life choice that will accompany him to death in a family that God desires. If there are two or more options, it is indirectly a signal from God to ask for guidance through istiharah prayer. God is showing that one of the two is the best. And it cannot be judged by what it looks like. For the problem of the mind is only Allah, the All-Knowing.
Layla gave a long sigh. When she was so eager to have Master Izzul Islam as her husband, the road was so difficult. He was so tortured that he found it difficult to realize. And now, when he had been burying for a while his desire to get married and focus on continuing his education, the problem seemed to come after him. It may also be a sign that God wants her to marry soon.
Layla sighed again and slowly lifted her body. After removing her headscarf on the bed, she then exited her room and headed to the bathroom to take ablution'.
Elsewhere, Fahmi, who had just finished performing the tahajjud prayer, opted out of his room and chose to sit on the porch of the house. Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi, who is staying tonight and occupying a special guest room with his daughter, seems to have awakened. That he knew from the wild sound of water in the bathroom. After praying earlier, he did not immediately read the usual wirid because he was afraid that Master Alamsyah Hasbi came out and needed something.
Fahmi noticed the clothes he was wearing. The long hair that covered his ears tidied up and put it in his pecans. Fahmi. Then he got up and went back into his room. I don't know why he suddenly felt uncomfortable with his appearance tonight. As there has always been less and less interesting since the arrival of Master Alamsyah Hasbi and his daughter. Arriving inside his room, Fahmi headed straight to the large mirror in the corner of the room. All the lights in the room are turned on so that the atmosphere in the room becomes bright. For a while he was busy flipping through his body while paying attention to his appearance.
Fahmi noticed the green shirt with the black sheath he was wearing. After that he noticed the face and black peci he was wearing. Fahmi scrunched his forehead. He felt the color green did not match the color of his skin. The color was like hiding the light of his face. Fahmi gave a long sigh. The sweat started to come out. He then took off the clothes he was wearing and stepped into the wardrobe. Some white clothes were taken out of the closet. Then he went back to the mirror. One by one the clothes were worn.
Fahmi again sighed and turned his body and stepped towards his bed. He then sat in a sitting position parallel to the mirror in front of him.
He shook his head while smiling like he was laughing at himself. Especially when he realized that what he did was really because of Sharifah, the daughter of Master Alamsyah Hasbi. He did that because he wants to look attractive tomorrow in the eyes of Sharifah.
Fahmi laid his body slowly on his bed. His lips continued to smile when he began to gather the face of Sharifah in his mind.
Just a glance he had a look at the girl after praying the maghrib congregation earlier. If not because Mr. Makripudin touched his hand to invite him to shake hands, he seemed unable to turn his gaze away from looking at Sharifah. He felt a tremor in his heart. Sharifah is so perfect. Her round clear eyes, sharp nose with a very charming smile made her think all night. He realized, all this time he had never felt the name of dating, or without raising his eyes when talking to the women of his college friends first. And indeed, he had no intention at all to look at Sharifah. It just so happened that his eyes were fixed on him and he seemed difficult to turn him away.
Fahmi let out a long sigh and got up from lying down. He reattached the peck and stepped back into the mirror. After fixing the location of the pecans, he was silent for a moment staring at his face. He nodded his head. He felt unworthy to fall in love with the daughter of a noble like Master Alamsyah Hasbi. After all, it did not rule out the possibility that he had been betrothed to the son of a Master Teacher as well.
Fahmi turned his body and stepped out of the room towards the terrace of the house.
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Layla awoke from her sleep when she heard the sound of the holy verses of the Qur'an from the direction of the village mosque. He lifted his body slowly. He then sat down with both knees raised. Both of his hands were then straightened on his knees and propped up his chin. His heart is beating fast.
After performing the istiharah sunnah prayer, he unknowingly fell asleep on his alphabet and dreamed of seeing two men walking up to him. Getting closer, he began to recognize the two men with faces filled with light. Fahmi and Master Teacher Izzul Islam. But oddly enough, Fahmi only smiled for a moment while regretting it, before he turned his body and left the Master Teacher Izzul Islam himself. Master Izzul Islam had invited him to sit and hold his hand for some time before he left.
Layla gave a long sigh. A dream that may be a clue from the prayer he said after the prayer. But he could not interpret it when it turned out that two men were very familiar. If only Master Izzul Islam who went first, of course he will be able to convince his heart that Fahmi is the answer to the prayer he offered. And even if he had to conclude that Master Izzul Islam is the man who will edit it, then his heart wants it. The man who never made her stop admiring her. He never denied either. Every time he saw or heard the name of Master Izzul Islam called, his heart always shook violently. A few years later, he still wanted it. He was actually hoping, Rianti called him to talk about the second condition that he had fulfilled. Although he memorized the Qur'an not because of it.
Layla again let out a long sigh while releasing the face she wore. No need to expect too much from humans. It's good he's waiting for what's going to happen in the future. There are still three more nights he will perform the Istikharah sunnah prayer. May the last three nights, God give him a clear guide.
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Morning is bright. Mr. Mas'ud and Mr. Makripudin have been seen sitting on the terrace of the house enjoying a cup of coffee served bi Aisyah. They were still waiting for Master Alamsyah to come out from inside the house.
From the kitchen, Farida and Munawarah as well as some santri were seen carrying trays containing food into the house for breakfast Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi .
"Sir Makripudin, Mr. Mas'ud, was told to go in with Master" Fahmi said, inviting the two in. Both of them got up and followed Fahmi into the house.
"How, Mr. Mas'ud. Did you heat your car?" asked Master Alamsyah Hasbi when the two had sat down on the dining table chair. Mr. Mas'ud nodded his head.
"Already, Master," replied Mas'ud.
"Come, Farida boy. Come eat with us. Accompany Kak Syarifah," said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi when Farida finished arranging food at the dinner table. Sharifah smiled and gestured for Farida to sit nearby. Farida approached and sat down near Sharifah.
"Come to the cottage and take a few days, son Farida. Later let Mr. Mas'ud who sent Nak Farida home," said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi directed his gaze towards Farida. Farida smiled lowered her face.
"God willing, sometime Master Teacher. Hopefully Kak Fahmi will take a walk there," replied Farida.
"Ustadz Fahmi, once invited his sister to play there. Look at the situation in the south" said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi. Fahmi smiled.
"God willing, Master Teacher. The plan, Brother Master Izzul Islam also wants to visit there. Hopefully we are given health to be able to come to visit" replied Fahmi.
"We will be very happy to receive you. The more often we are in touch, the more we can discuss about the needs of the ummah" said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi. Fahmi nodded his head.
"Please, Master Teacher. Sorry, this is all we can provide for Master," Fahmi said, inviting Master Alamsyah Hasbi to start his breakfast.
"That's enough, Ustadz. Come on, Mr. Mas'ud, Mr. Makripudin," said Master Izzul Islam told the two to start their breakfast.
After finishing his breakfast, Master Izzul Islam finally said goodbye.
"Bi, there seems to be another sad left Nyai Syarifah," said Farida while nudging bi Aisyah's arm. His eyes glanced at Fahmi who had not turned to look at Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi's car. Fahmi. Farida looked on for some time with a wrinkled forehead and eyes. Apparently Farida had understood the movements of his body even though he had never once spoken with Sharifah. Fahmi smiled as Farida pointed to his face with her finger, as if accusing. Fahmi gave a long sigh. One of her hands quickly poked out Farida's waist without Farida even realizing it. Sontak Farida shouted in surprise. He immediately ran when Fahmi turned around as if to chase after him. Seeing Farida running, Fahmi immediately chased after him. Bi Aisyah simply shook her head while smiling.