NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#96/The Master Teacher's quest for love
The atmosphere at the Qudwatusshalihin boarding school this afternoon seemed crowded. The santri guardians who had just finished following the general studies delivered by Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, began to look scattered looking for their children. In some places outside the pesantren gate, parents and their children were seen eating the food they brought from their homes. Master Izzul Islam who just came down from the mosque, is still trapped by the santri and santri parents who are fighting hand in hand with him.
Arriving at his residence, Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately laid his body on a long sofa. His body felt sore after a few hours of sitting cross-legged delivering a lecture. Since his father died, he as an only child, inevitably had to appear as a successor, including filling public studies that are routinely held every Wednesday.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam took off his cocoa and skullcap and put it on his side table lying down. He looks. Like looking for someone.
"Abdul Khalik, where are you, Lik," called Master Izzul Islam while turning towards the door. A young man emerged from behind the door. With slow steps and a bowed body, he walked closer to where Master Izzul Islam lay.
"Please make some coffee, Lik. Keep poking me for a while," said Master Izzul Islam with a smile. Abdul Khalik nodded his head slowly with respect. He took a few steps back and turned his body.
"hem!
Master Izzul Islam. He immediately lifted his body. He knew deheman's voice. A middle-aged woman wearing a black veil with the same color gamis, was seen stepping towards her. Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately greeted him and swept him up on the sofa.
"How was Zul's recitation" said the woman after leaning on the sofa. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Thank God, Mom. It's done."
The woman who turned out to be, Nyai Mustiani, the mother of Master Izzul Islam sighed and smiled at her. He took a black skullcap on the table and put it on the head of Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustini smiled back at his face.
"You are exactly like your late father. When he finished, he always fell on the sofa. After that he must have asked to be taken with Abdul Khalik,"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He began to grip his mother's shoulders.
"Son." Nyai Mustini holding the hand of Master Izzul Islam. "Your age is now two and five years old. With a pesantren of this size, it's time for you to find a companion. It's time you had a friend talk. And no less important, you must have children in order to have a successor later," he added seriously.
Master Izzul Islam smiled again. He raised both eyebrows and held them for a long time. The words he was about to put out were withheld when Abdul Khalik came with coffee. After putting down the coffee and saluting the two, Abdul Khalik left.
"Come, answered mom. Do not use the opportunity to avoid the question of the mother," said Nyai Mustiani after a moment of silence waiting for Master Izzul Islam to speak.
"A little while, Mom. Patience. I need to ask God for guidance. If it has been pointed out by Allah, He must have given the signs" said Master Izzul Islam with a smile. Nyai Mustiani raised her breath and blew it away.
"You have always been sobriarah, but the result is not yet you tell mom,"
"The result is there, Mom. Just waiting for the fatwa from my heart."
His son's answer made Nyai Mustiani surrender. He sighed and held the head of Master Izzul Islam.
"Yes already. I leave everything to you. I accept whoever your chosen woman is. I'm just saying, your future wife will be a shalah woman who will help you fight in the pesantren."
Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam immediately helped him and swept him towards his room.
"Abdul Khalik, are you still there?" call Master Izzul Islam on his return from dropping off his mother. Abdul Khalik who was waiting outside the house came back in. Master Teacher Izzul Islam once again laid his body on the sofa. Abdul Khalik began to massage the feet of Master Izzul Islam.
While enjoying the massage of one of his senior students, Master Teacher Izzul Islam recalled his conversation with Nyai Mustiani a few minutes ago. He also began to remember his dream last night after the tahajjud prayer. His mother's arrival was like an answer to his dream last night. Dream about a blue hooded woman batik motif by carrying the Qur'an mushaf and sitting together in front of her. He did not see the woman's face very clearly because he just looked down in front of her.
Master Izzul Islam sighed. The children of the pesantren leadership in the area that he participated in his palace, none of which appeared. His heart did not give him the confidence to choose any of them. He doesn't want to be rash. He had to find the answer from the instructions God had given him.
"Sorry, Master Teacher. I have forgotten. Outside there are guests who are looking for Mr. Guru," said Abdul Khalik suddenly disperse the reverie of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam.
"Oh, why are you talking, Lik,"
Abdul khalik was embarrassed.
"Sorry, Master Teacher. I forgot." Abdul Khalik scratched his head. He lowered his head in shame.
"It's been a long time for guests, Lik,"
Master Izzul Islam surged in shock.
"God, Lik, Lik. Why just talk. The guest must be tired. Come on, let's meet first. We will continue" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He fixed the scabbard and got up.
"Come, you said the same guest, I will be out soon" said Master Izzul Islam. Abdul khalik nodded and immediately came out. Master Izzul Islam only shook his head to see Abdul khalik come out.
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By Allah!
Master Izzul Islam retreated his steps. He stopped moving his legs when he saw a woman in a blue hooded batik motif sitting in the living room with her two children. Master Izzul Islam shifted his body towards the window. For a moment he watched Sulastri's face from behind the window.
Master Izzul Islam sighed. Again he wondered, is this a coincidence or is it the answer to his dream?
No, no, no. It's just a coincidence. He can't make his own guess. The woman in front of him must have had a husband. Inner Master Izzul Islam.
"Astaghfirullah," he said. He then got out.
"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Guru," Sulastri said kindly as he stood bowing.
"Wa aleikum salam" replied Master Izzul Islam with a smile. The heads of Fahmi and Farida in her swab were soft as the two kissed her hands. Master Izzul Islam sat down after inviting Sulastri back to his seat.
"Sorry, I waited a long time. Santri I forgot to tell you that there are guests outside" said Mr. Izzul Islam Master. Sulastri smiled.
"If I'm not mistaken, I was here a few weeks ago." Master Izzul Islam looked at Sulastri for a moment and turned his face back.
"Yes, Master Teacher. I asked yesterday for water for my son." Master Izzul Islam improved his sitting position.
"Keep, how's it going now, ma'am."
Sulastri smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, Master Teacher. Thanks to God's permission, my son has changed. He has now started praying. He really has changed,"
"Alhamdulillah," Desah Master Izzul Islam rubbed his chest.
"If God wills, nothing is impossible, ma'am. What's important is that we've been trying to figure out the conditions,"
"As my gratitude, I would like to donate to the boarding house. Coincidentally, I saw a development in the dormitory, son,"
"Owh, you've gone in there?"
"Yes, Master Teacher. It just so happened that I also wanted to put my child in this boarding school" Sulastri said, pointing at Fahmi
"Alhamdulillah." Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled towards Fahmi.
" Here, Dik," said Master Izzul Islam calling Fahmi. Fahmi approaching. Fahmi's head was then held in his hands. His mouth was seen creeping prayer over Fahmi's head. He kissed Fahmi's head.
"Well, God willing, may you be at home in the pesantren." Fahmi nodded and sat down next to Sulastri.
For a moment they were silent. No more material appeared in each other's heads to fill their silence. Master Izzul Islam who was affected by his dream last night, suddenly felt stiff in front of Sulastri. Not like their first meeting a few weeks ago. Is this the woman in his dream? His inner.
"Eee. What does his father do?" tanya Tuan Guru Izzul Islam tries to break the silence. Questions that he had designed but forgot when dealing with Sulastri.
Sulastri smiled. He lowered his head.
"My husband passed away a month ago Master Teacher" Sulastri replied.