NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#99/Meet with women with blue hooded batik motif.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam who stood on the steps of the mosque noticed the santri who was playing ball in the rain, turned his head when he heard greetings from behind. A woman in a blue hood with a batik motif carrying the Koran that she holds on her chest, is seen bowing her head. Master Izzul Islam turned his body and stepped to meet him. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He let the woman sit down after she herself sat down at the small table where she placed her Koran.
Master Izzul Islam opened the mushaf sheet in front of him. His eyes stopped in the letter of Ar-rum verse 21. After a long sigh, he began to read it. Her voice was melodious and clear, defeating the sound of the rain falling. The blue hooded woman with the motif of batik closed her eyes full of inspiration listening to the beautiful chants. From his mouth sounded a voice spoken in a soft voice.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. The blue hooded batik motif still lowered her face.
"I'm random, Master Teacher," said the woman. Master Izzul Islam took a deep breath. Before telling the meaning, first He repeated his reading.
And among the signs of His authority is that He created for you wives of your own kind, that you might tend and be at peace with them, and be made among you of love and affection. Verily in this are signs for those who think.”
"Subhanallah!" said the blue hooded woman batik motif while amazed. Master Izzul Islam smiled and looked at the blue hooded woman batik motif.
"Now, read whatever verse you want to read. I will listen to him" said Master Izzul Islam. The blue hooded batik motif nodded slowly. His hand began to open sheet by sheet the Qur'an in front of him. It points to the first row of the sheet it opens.
"What letter is that?" ask Master Izzul Islam.
"Sura An-nisa verse 1, Master Teacher," replied the blue-hooded woman with a batik motif.
"Read. You have chosen a beautiful verse," said Master Izzul Islam with an expanding smile.
The blue hooded batik motif began to read basmalah. Without a tone but his sweet voice shook the soul of Master Izzul Islam. He shook his head listening to the reading of the Qur'an of a woman with a blue hooded batik motif.
"Shodaqollahul Adzim" said Mr. Izzul Islam when the woman placed the Koran on her face. After kissing her, she closed it.
"Random me means, Master Teacher," said the blue hooded woman in batik motif.
Hi, human. Fear thy Lord Who created you from one soul and from it He created his soul mate, and multiplied from both men and women; and fear Allah SWT, who by His name you ask one another, especially concerning the relation of kinship. Verily Allah SWT is the overseer over you.”
"The True Thing of God with all His Word" said the blue hooded batik motif as she placed her right palm on her left chest.
Suddenly the wind blew. Some of the santri books left in the mosque scattered everywhere due to strong wind. The blue hooded batik motif is seen holding tightly to the end of her veil, but her strong thump makes her veil lift and covers her face. Not just the hood. Her hair was exposed and she showed a mole under her ear. Master Izzul Islam who stood in front of the wind in front of the woman, immediately covered his face with his torment.
"Allahu Akbar!"
Master Izzul Islam surged in shock and woke up from his sleep. Cold sweat washed over his body. His breath goes up faster. Heart beat sounds faster.
The sound of tarhim from the loudspeakers of the Pesantren mosque. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam sighs to say istighfar.
Again the blue hooded woman batik motif appeared in his dream. He tried to remember the events in his dream earlier. Perfect. Nothing is missed. The blue-hooded woman of batik motif, who always lowered her head with a mushaf like three nights before, is now with her alternately reading the holy verses of the Qur'an. What a beautiful dream.
Master Izzul Islam again sighed. Again God gave him a long puzzle that was difficult to solve. How could he possibly see the mole mark, while it was located in a very closed place. Even if the mole belongs to a non-veiled woman, it is still difficult to see.
Is that as difficult as his soul mate when he asks for it through his istiharah prayer? Inner Master Izzul Islam. How is it that he who is the person established in the region will ask a woman who is not his mahrom to show something in the area that is his aurat?
Abaghfirullah!" sigh again. He grimaced shutting his eyes as he unceasingly uttered Istighfar. He felt he was complaining too much. He can't wait until God really opens a secret to him. The woman shalah, looking for her is like looking for pearls at the bottom of the earth. Especially in modern times like today. Building a household doesn't talk about how many months or years. The wise household, the mawaddah and the warahmah, until the time of aging together, full of Allah's guidance and guidance to him. Rizki did not immediately descend from the sky, even though God had guaranteed it for all His creatures. Rizki must be sought by trying. Same with soul mate. God has guided him, and now it is time for him to seek.
Master Izzul Islam steady rose from his seat. The dawn prayer began to sound. His gentle chirp calms back Mr. Izzul Islam. He rushed to ablution'. After that, he stepped foot into the pesantren mosque.
The early morning atmosphere in the qudwatusshalihin boarding school was lively with a miserly voice that sounded earthy from the dormitory of the sons and daughters. Thunder occasionally sounded rumbling. Just as the iqomah was being echoed, the rustling of rain was heard falling.
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Elsewhere, Rianti looks solemn' performing the morning prayers together with Jamila. He no longer held a guidebook when reading the prayer reading that Jamila had written for him. He refused to rest if the night had come. The peace he had felt since his repentance, made him want to stay up all night and every night, to make up for the time missed in sin and vice. He was determined to pray a prayer that he had never performed in his past.
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The morning sun only briefly appeared in the eastern sky before it was covered in cloudiness. The sound of noisy tonggeret combined with the sound of water flowing into the rice fields of residents. Munawarah and Rahini appear to be carrying a large bag containing Fahmi's clothes that will go to the cottage today. Mr. Mustarah has been waiting for the two by opening the rear car door. In the corner of the kitchen, bi Aisyah seemed to be crying to hide herself so that she did not look Fahmi. Last night, Sulastri had warned bi Aisyah not to cry during Fahmi's departure. But bi Aisyah could not hold back her crying. His relationship with Fahmi makes it hard to part with him. How not. Since he worked in that house, almost every night, the children of Sulastri slept with him. He had asked Sulastri to postpone Fahmi's lodging until he graduated Elementary School, but Sulastri reasoned, Fahmi had to study independently as early as possible. The future of the company is in his hands. He hoped that Fahmi could become a person who has a strong mentality and knowledgeable religion. Because with that provision he can save himself and his religion.
Sulastri stepped towards bi Aisyah's room. Farida appears to be attached to Fahmi's body. Bi Aisyah who was still hiding in the corner of the kitchen in the vicinity. He held the shoulder of bi Aisyah.
"Already, Bi. If aunt misses Fahmi later, we can visit him. The place is not far. We lodge Fahmi does not mean we are not dear, it will be many benefits for the future Fahmi. We are not always with the kids. They will grow up and we will grow old and eventually leave them" Sulastri said. Bi Aisyah was still sobbing in her cries. Sulastri smiled and embraced the body of bi Aisyah.
"Try Aunt imagine. If we are destined to die first and Fahmi is used to spoiling with us. It was the same as killing him slowly. I've learned from this harsh life experience, Bi. They will have a harder time than this" Sulastri continued. Bi Aisyah nodded and wiped her tears. Sulastri then takes her to meet Fahmi.
"I'm not going, Mom," said bi Aisyah. Sulastri.
"This auntie how. Fahmi from last night had included aunt in the list who took her to the cottage. Fahmi must be disappointed that aunt didn't come."
Bi Aisyah was speechless She had already imagined how it would be when they came home and saw Fahmi sadly staring at their departure.
"Of course, aunt should stay. My aunt never went for a walk either. Let Rahima take care of Rayhan," Sulastri said as he continued walking towards the front yard of the house. On the terrace of the house, it was seen Bagas who was carrying Fahmi. Beside him, Nurul was like encouraging Fahmi.
"Nurul, I borrowed her husband for a while, yes," Sulastri said as soon as he got in front of them. Nurul smiled, shaking his head.
""Bring it up, brother. Let alone for a moment, not being taken home is also okay," Nurul said smiling as he glanced at Bagas. Bagas smiled.
After they had breakfast. They also immediately boarded the car. The hands of all the residents of the house lined up at the guard post accompanied Fahmi's departure.