NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#97
Master Izzul Islam gasped, but he tried to hide it in a nod and a small smile. The woman who was his mother's age but looked fitter, turned out to be a widow. This further strengthened his belief about his dream last night.
Sulastri sighed and glanced towards Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Her hands seemed busy folding the ends of her headscarf. He felt like there was something strange about the attitude and gaze of Master Izzul Islam today. Not like yesterday. He looked calm bowing his head. Even now he saw sweat on the forehead of Master Izzul Islam. Even though the weather still feels cold due to the rain that flushed since this morning.
Sulastri tried to set his gaze all over his body and clothes. The strange gaze of Master Izzul Islam is like being stripped. Sulastri began to wonder in his heart about the clothes he was wearing now. Is there something wrong with the way she dresses? Too sexist. Is the way he wears now still showing his aura so that Master sweats like that? Or is the Master Teacher looking at it with his inner eyes so that all its ugliness appears?
Sulastri began to feel uncomfortable and misbehaved. Master Izzul Islam himself knows that at this time Sulastri must be questioning his strange behavior today. And he feels this is not good. Don't let Sulastri think nothing of him. But he was only an ordinary man even though the title of Master Teacher had been in his stables. He could not hide his stiffness. He was only a young Master Teacher. He is just an ordinary man. He should have considered the woman in front of him now as his mother. But his dream last night really messed with his mind.
Master Teacher Izzul Islam sighed and took it out slowly. The sweat on his forehead rubbed him with a turban on his shoulder.
"Eh, I'm sorry, by the way, when his sister wants to enter the boarding school," said Master Izzul Islam tried to soften the atmosphere that some time ago felt frozen.
Sulastri smiled. He grabbed Fahmi and Farida's hands.
"God willing, tomorrow, Master Teacher. Soon I will take him," replied Sulastri.
"Later, ee...., what's his name?"
"Fahmi" Fahmi replied as Master Izzul Islam pointed at him.
"If I am Farida, Master Teacher," said Farida, introducing her name. Master Izzul Islam and Sulastri smiled at each other. The tense atmosphere was somewhat melting.
"Fahmi will have her dorm behind. Fahmi will gather with friends who are the same age as Fahmi. There is a game there too. So, Fahmi can learn while playing," said Master Izzul Islam. Fahmi nodded his head.
"Hore, Farida's playing, huh?" yelled Farida in excitement.
Master Izzul Islam turned towards Farida.
"Can. If Farida, when to go to the cottage,"
Farida turned towards Sulastri.
"Kok look at her to mom. Come, replied Master, when to go to the cottage," said Sulastri.
"Later if it's 6th grade SD like sister," replied Farida while staring at Fahmi. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled nodding his head.
Sulastri grabbed his bag and hung it on his shoulder. He looked towards his watch. It's almost maghrib. He should be home soon.
"Then I say I go home first Master. Already want maghrib," said Sulastri. Master Izzul Islam rise. Sulastri stood up.
"Oh yes, Please. But I'm sorry, so forget to prepare the food" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Don't bother, Master Teacher," Sulastri said. He told Fahmi and Farida to shake hands with Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled as he rubbed his head.
"Come, Master Teacher. Assalamualaikum," said Sulastri. He grabbed both of his sons' bodies.
"Waalaikum greetings," replied Master Izzul Islam with a smile bowing his face.
"Yes, Allah, what have I done. Servant must have offended the guest servant. Azaghfirullah." The sigh of Master Izzul Islam is full of regret. He had not accepted the attitude he had shown Sulastri, even though he himself did not want it. He did not want to be seen still standing there staring at Sulastri's departure. He turned around and went inside the house.
Master Izzul Islam threw his body back on the sofa. The coffee and torches were placed back on the table. Abdul Khalik is seen reappearing at the door.
"It was a long time ago, Lik. You are ready to pray there maghrib," said Master Izzul Islam when he saw Abdul Khalik still standing at the door waiting for orders. Abdul khalik nodded and slowly left.
The sound of tarhim rang out loud from the direction of the pesantren mosque. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam reassembled his skullcap and torment. He got up and stepped out of the house to receive the congregational prayer santri.
* * * * *
The Maghrib prayer began to sound earthy throughout the journey. The atmosphere on the sidewalks of the road has begun to be filled with lesehan traders. Also with people who flocked to the mosque.
Sulastri looked towards Fahmi who was sitting in the front seat. He called her slow, but there was no answer. Fahmi's asleep.
"We ate at the restaurant, Mr. Pratiwi yes, sir," Sulastri said. Mr. Mustarah nodded. Sulastri. He did not visit Rianti today. I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Before driving Fahmi to the boarding school, he will first invite her to say goodbye to her brother. He must begin to create a connection between his son and Rianti. He wants them to be brothers who really need each other.
Mr. Mustarah stopped his car when he reached the parking lot of Pratiwi's mother's restaurant. They're coming down soon. Retno, who has memorized the car Lycan owned by Sulastri, looks cheerfully welcomed on the stairs entering the restaurant. Pratiwi also looks smiling behind Retno.
Because customers have begun to be quiet, ma pratiwi invites all employees to reset the dining table so they can eat with Sulastri. The family atmosphere was felt when jokes and laughter sounded from their mouths after they finished eating.
"Is ma'am Sahni still washing dishes in the back?" sulastri asked when he did not see Ms. Sahni, the woman he had been with doing the dishes while working at the restaurant.
"Bu Sahni is sick again, ma'am. He we rest first" replied Pratiwi.
"Have you been taken to the hospital?"
"Already, Mom. He's been kind of better. God willing, in a week he can work again,"
Sulastri opened his bag and took out five hundred thousand rupiah. He then gave it to the pratiwi.
"Titip for Sahni ma'am yes, ma'am Sulastri said with a smile.
Once it's taste enough. Sulastri pamit is gone.
"When on vacation, invite friends to play at home, Mom. Dik Retno, messing around at home if there is time," Sulastri said when he wanted to get in the car.
"God willing, Mom. Later on Sunday we are crowded there," replied Ms. Pratiwi.
"Later to make a voice yes, Ma'am," said Retno with a smile of contempt beside Pratiwi.
"Well, I agree with that, Dik Retno. Find a lot of mangoes yes," said Sulastri.
Easy, Mom. We will ask for mangoes from Sahni. It just so happened that he had a mango orchard" Retno said.
"Ok, I'm waiting at home Sunday. Come, ma'am," Sulastri said as he got into his car. After waving at Pratiwi and Retno, he told Mr. Mustarah to run his car.
* * * * *
The sound of the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an is heard in the room where Rianti and Jamila are. Rianti who heard carefully the recitation of the Qur'an in the chant of Jamila followed him fervently'.
"Shadallahul...,"
Jamila closed her reading. After taking turns kissing the Qur'an, he placed it on the bedside table .
"Unto where was the prayer yesterday, Rianti?" ask Jamila while removing the mucus she was wearing.
"Alhamdulillah has come to the end of Tasyahhud. Just launch it," replied Rianti with a cheerful smile. He stood up and sat down on the side of the cot near Jamila.
"Alhamdulillah, quickly memorized. You know why?" ask Jamila. Rianti.
"That's because you really want to change" Jamila said. Rianti smiled and embraced Jamila's body.
"It's also thanks to the earnestness of my teacher's mother" Rianti said. Both smiling. Rianti has no longer felt the atmosphere of a boring prison since one room with Jamila. He felt like he was studying in a distant place, and one day, when the time came, he would definitely go home.