NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#98
"Call Rahimya's aunt yes" Sulastri told Fahmi as soon as the two got out of the car. Fahmi and Farida immediately ran towards the house. Not yet on the terrace of the house, Rahima has been seen stepping towards him. Sulastri threw his body on the porch chair.
"What's up, Lastri," Rahima said shortly after sitting next to Sulastri.
Sulastri. He looked at the body and the clothes he was wearing. Sulastri turned towards the guard post. After feeling that no one would see her, she began to flip her body in front of Rahima. Rahima scrunched his forehead. Sulastri's behavior is like a model, making him wonder.
"You're doing it again, Lastri," asked Rahima.
"You think there's something wrong with the way I dress" Sulastri told Rahima. Rahima tilted her head to and fro, starting to notice Sulastri's clothes.
"Nothing. Before I left, I checked. You look beautiful and polite in these clothes. If I think, if you need to wear these clothes every day. You really look different. More graceful and authoritative. What the hell is going on. Suddenly, clothes. Tumbens,"
"So Master looks at him the same as me. I was so embarrassed and thought, maybe there is something wrong with the way I dress. Or not suitable times if taken to the pesantren," said Sulastri. He still stands looking at his robe.
"That's the right outfit to bring to the pesantren. I want to use any other model. That's very polite" said Rahima. He was silent for a moment. Sulastri was caught. Stared like that, Sulastri became misbehaved. Rahima raised her index finger and let it sit in front of her face. He smiles.
"I know now. Master Teacher must be interested to see you," Rahima said. Sulastri pokes Rahima's hand.
"Ah, you're nothing at all. His Master Teacher is so young, handsome again. No way Master Teacher would want an old widow like me. Three more kids,"
"Master Teacher is usually not play beautiful or age. He is praying istiharah. Whatever the Lord shows in his dreams, the widow of the cake, the girl, even the ugly woman, will be accepted." Sulastri. He leaned his body on the chair.
"But by the way, Master Teacher knows that you are a widow" Rahima said. He seemed curious and more interested in talking about it. The eyeballs of Sulastri face upwards. Like remembering something.
"I think he knows. Because Master Teacher had asked the father of the children. Yes I said, I am a widow" Sulastri said. Rahima smiles.
"Well, that's it. Not wrong anymore. I'm sure, Master Teacher must be in love with you. After all, who is not interested in you. You still look so pretty despite having three kids,"
"Ah, already, already. Can't talk about Master Teacher like that." Sulastri's face looks flushed in shame. Rahima smiled as she closed her mouth.
"I want to pray first. Follow me tomorrow to the pesantren Fahmi" Sulastri said. He got up and went into his room.
* * ** *
The clock ticks from inside the small room where Master Izzul Islam is praying. After the greeting, he immediately raised his hand and began to pray. Sulastri's face occasionally flashed on the sidelines of his request. Master Izzul Islam closed his prayer by rubbing his palms on his face. He sighed and laid his body on the bed.
"Yes, God," he said. He's never experienced anything like this. True to say, the woman can sometimes be a deadly poison. Several dignitaries are recorded in history to fall and bend their knees in front of a woman. A 25-year-old young man and the son of a Great Master Teacher in the sub-district. It all started with her mother's question. Furthermore the dream came three times in a row about a woman who was the same even though her face was still closed from her sight. Not because he fell in love. But she was sure that the woman in her dream was the special woman God had shown her.
Master Izzul Islam again sighed. His mind turned back to Sulastri. He tried to establish his heart that Sulastri was the woman in his dream. She came when she and her mother were just talking about her marriage. He came in the third time he dreamed of a blue hooded woman batik motif, whose color and pattern is the same as the one Sulastri wore this afternoon. He grew more confident when he learned of Sulastri's status that had been widowed. Moreover, the woman will put her child in her boarding school. Of course he will meet her often. This might be a clue. He will not stop praying his prayer, before God really shows the real figure of the woman. If tonight, the Lord would show it again in his dream, tomorrow he would ask his mother for help to talk to Sulastri. He will wait, whether Sulastri will come back to bring his son mumps.
Master Izzul Islam took his prayer beads and began to recite. Sometimes he closes his mouth when he yawns. Unknowingly, he had already been dragged into his sleeping realm.
* * * * *
Sulastri was still pacing around in his room. Until the clock has shown at 12 pm, he still does not feel sleepy. He had forced to lie closed his eyes with the lights off, but still he could not sleep. Rahima, who used to accompany him to sleep in his room, had to change the Aisyah bi to accompany the sleeping children because he was still sick.
Sulastri approached the photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging on the wall of his room. He then moved the table nearby. He climbed it and took the photo. When he got down, he lay back on his bed.
Sulastri stared fixedly at Yulian Wibowo's face in the photo. Sulastri smiled and kissed the photo.
"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me for the taste that comes up for this other person." Sulastri kissed the photo again and held it tightly. He felt guilty because he had felt a sense of feeling for Master Izzul Islam. Some time ago, he had forgotten Yulian Wibowo. Not because he fell in love with Master Izzul Islam. But more to admire the charismatic young figure with a myriad of religious knowledge. Even if it is legitimate and no one will be angry if he marries again, but Yulian Wibowo is still irreplaceable.
Sulastri placed a photo of Yulian Wibowo near his head. He sends it all to God for a predetermined fate. He will no longer go before God's will. Obviously, he wouldn't have planned it.
Sulastri grabbed back the photo of Yulian Wibowo and kissed him right on his forehead.
"Come to me in my dream, yes," Sulastri sighed with a smile looking at Yulian Wibowo's face. He put it back near his head.
It's yawning. This time he really felt sleepy.
The night is getting late. The sound of the clock ticking in the living room was heard crowding the atmosphere. The silent night slowly ushered Sulastri in his deep sleep.