NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#111
Fahmi stopped his studies when the tone of his phone rang in his pocket. The students in front of him stared at Fahmi who was checking his phone screen.
A short message from Sulastri.
"Assalamualaikum, son. Your brother is now home from prison. You should go home. There will be a salute later tonight to welcome your brother home. Bring your brothers along, too."
Fahmi smiled. After briefly replying to the message, he put the phone back in his pocket. The book in front of him was closed. He set his eyes on the santri in front of him.
"We continue our studies tomorrow. I have a little business today. Come on, pray first" Fahmi said. He got up and came down from the mosque. The soldiers were heard starting to pray.
*
Meanwhile. Inside the living room, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Nyai Mustiani were sitting on a long sofa. It is seen that Master Izzul Islam is kneeling the arm of Nyai Mustiani.
"Son, my mother is old. It's getting sick. Do you still want to wait for the woman in your dream. Fifteen years, son. You have not been given a sign of who the blue hooded woman batik motif," said Nyai Mustiani. Occasionally his dry cough sounded painful in the ears of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam put his coffee on the table. He was silent for a moment. Nyai Mustiani held her hand. Master Izzul Islam. He smiles.
"Come, Ma. In my resignation, I was still convinced about my dream. I entrust everything to God. Allah is all-good, and according to the presumption of His servants," said Master Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani let out a long sigh. The warm coffee in front of him slowly shakes. He let out a long sigh and leaned on his body.
"Mother has spoken to Master Faeshal. He has a beautiful and nice son. His name is Qurrotul Aini. He strongly agrees that you marry him" Nyai Mustiani said. He looked at Master Izzul Islam while nodding to convince Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam sighed and looked at Nyai Mustiani.
Nyai Mustiani picked up the phone next to her. He then showed a photo of a beautiful woman in a white hood inside his cell phone screen. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled half forced. He was not interested in Nyai Mustiani's photo. Master Izzul Islam holds Nyai Mustiani's hand.
"Mom, we have a different flow to Master Faeshal. In some ways, we can never be put together, even tend to lead to division" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He looked uninspired yet still forced a smile in front of his mother.
"It is precisely the intention of the mother to match you so that the difference does not lead to division" said Nyai Mustiani.
"Think about it, Mom. Do you remember mother? It has been several times that Master Faeshal has revoked the teachings of our pesantren. In some of his studies he also insinuated several times the name of the father who he considered the king of heresy in this region,"
"Mom thought carefully. I'm sure, with this marriage, our relationship will be good. Isn't that what our religion teaches us? You know that better, Izzul," said Nyai Mustiani.
Master Izzul Islam was silent. He does not defend himself anymore. She was afraid her mother was angry. Nyai Mustiani's tone seemed to have become angry. Her mother had been patient for too long waiting for her to get married. So it is natural that at this time he considers him incapable of finding his own life companion.
"Here, I don't want to hear anymore you're arguing with mom. If the blue hooded woman is the batik motif that you consider good, then the mother also considers the best choice for you" said Nyai Mustiani. After sipping his coffee a few times, he got up. Master Izzul Islam immediately stood up and tried to help Nyai Mustiani stand up.
"I can walk by myself" said Nyai Mustiani. His tone trembled. Master Izzul Islam sighed. He knew his mother was upset.
"Already, Mom. Sorry if mom's mad. Okay, do what mom thinks is good. I gave it to my mother" said Master Izzul Islam. He rubbed his mother's back. Nyai Mustiani smiled. He held the head of Master Izzul Islam and kissed him.
"Master, Ustads Fahmi is waiting outside." Abdul Khalik was seen standing at the door bowing his head.
"Send him to wait a minute. I want to take my mother to her room" said Master Izzul Islam while continuing to call Nyai Mustiani into her room.
"No, Master Teacher. It was coffee in the mosque" Fahmi said hurriedly to prevent. Master Izzul Islam tidied some books scattered on the table.
"What's wrong, Fahmi," said Master Izzul Islam began the conversation after a while busy flipping through the sheets of a book in his hands.
"I want permission to go home first, Master. Farida and Rayhan I brought home too" Fahmi replied.
"Well, how the tumben of the group's return. What's the show?" ask Master Teacher Izzul Islam .
"Mother wants to make a celebration to welcome the return of our sister. It just so happens that the show will be held later tonight. My mother told me to go home today" Fahmi said. He lowered his head.
"Where did your brother end up?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Fahmi. He was a little embarrassed to tell the truth. But he also could not find another answer that the nature of lying Master Izzul Islam.
"Ee..., he has just been released from prison, Master Teacher," Fahmi replied in a flat voice.
"Jail?" Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead.
"Owh, I just remembered. If you don't remember wrong, your mother once asked for water. He said it was for his son. That's your extended brother, yeah,"
Fahmi nodded his head and smiled.
Abdul Khalik came with a hot cup of coffee and placed it in front of Master Izzul Islam.
"Loh, you make a new coffee, Lik," said Master Izzul Islam when he saw the hot coffee in front of him emit steam. Abdul khalik smiled.
"Sorry, Master Teacher. There were a lot of flies that entered in Mr. Guru's coffee, so I changed," replied Abdul Khalik. He took a few steps back. Master Izzul Islam sipped his coffee.
"Lik, call Zaebon, tell him to take Ustadz Fahmi home" said Master Izzul Islam. Abdul Khalik put his head down and left.
Fahmi remained silent. He had already asked that Mr. Mustarah pick him up. But he did not dare to say it to Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Fahmi pulled out the phone from his pocket. He immediately wrote a short message to Sulastri to have Mr. Mustarah cancel his pick-up today.
The sun has slipped in the middle of the sky. The long dry season makes the heat so scorching.
Master Izzul Islam returned to his room. The reflection of the sun's heat makes it not at home linger on the porch. He chose to go in and lay his body in his room. The atmosphere in the cleavage room began to feel when the AC was ignited.
Talks with Nyai Mustiani a few minutes ago are now present and a hot topic in his head. Nyai Mustiani's intention to match him with Mr. Guru's son, Wahabi frontman, makes him now unsettled. Since his father was still alive, countless times they were involved in a postulate war related to religious issues that should not be discussed because it would confuse the people. Through the media channel Yaqin owned by the boarding school, several times issued clarifications on misleading statements made by Master Faeshal. And if indeed his mother insisted on setting him up with Master Faeshal's son, he no longer knew how to behave. It is unlikely to become soft if one day, the things that have been debated in the past will lead to conflict between in-laws and daughters-in-laws.
"Yes, Allah..," exhorted Master Izzul Islam Long. She did not expect that the matter of her marriage would be this long. Nyai Mustiani who had long expected him to get married, has now come to his own decision. If he refused, he would face his mother's anger. And he doesn't want that.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam offered his feet. He took his prayer beads and began to rotate the grains one by one while reciting.