NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#134
Master Izzul Islam immediately laid his body on his bed when he reached his room. He felt that he could no longer defend the blue hooded woman batik motif in front of his mother. Before his mother knew the truth about Qurratul Aini, the marriage seemed to be going ahead. But as it has been, tawakkal is the best way when all the effort has been done.
The sound of a half-step in drag was heard from the outside of the room. Like leading to his room. That's Nyai Mustiani's signature step sound. Master Izzul Islam immediately knew him and immediately woke up. Just as he was about to step foot, the door was already knocked. He opened it immediately.
"Mother? why haven't you slept?" said Master Teacher Izzul Islam when he saw Nyai Mustiani smiling in front of him.
"Mother is just curious, what is the name of the blue hooded woman batik motif that you have found it?"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He did not answer directly. He only looked at Nyai Mustiani with a small smile.
"Emh.., I'm sure you've seen it even once. His name must have been familiar to the ears of the mother. His name is Rianti Wibowo. His children are Mrs Sulastri and Yulian Wibowo" said Mr Guru Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani's face expands cheerfully.
"really?"
Nyai Mustiani turned her gaze in the other direction. But only for a moment because he again looked at Master Teacher Izzul Islam. His lips were moved to and fro like a doubting Master Izzul Islam.
"Don't rush first. Don't get misinterpretation like her mother used to." Nyai Mustiani holds the shoulder of Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"God willing. This time I'm sure it's not wrong, ma'am."
Nyai Mustiani let out a short sigh and patted the shoulder of Master Izzul Islam several times.
"But once again remember, Qurratul Aini remains the first. I was just curious, who is the blue hooded woman batik motif," continued Nyai Mustiani. He then turned around and stepped away from Master Teacher Izzul Islam towards his room. Master Teacher Izzul Islam just smiled shaking his head. His mother's attitude again made him have to hide the words he wanted to say. After Nyai Mustiani had entered his room, Master Izzul Islam closed the door and returned to lay down his body.
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Meanwhile. Master Teacher Faeshal was still sitting in front of his stack of books on the table in the living room. The rustling sound of the leaves of the nyiur tree in the yard of the house is occasionally heard accompanying the silence of the night. Many times he glanced towards the clockwork on the wall. It's almost 11 p.m. Since his return from the invitation to teach last day until night began to grow late now, he has not found Qurratul Aini at home. He felt, freeing Qurratul Aini out by carrying his own car on the grounds of his final semester assignment, too risky. Especially until late at night like this. He felt that Qurratul Aini had misused the trust he had given. His feeling is not good.
"Mom, mom!" call Master Teacher Faeshal. His voice echoed in the room. The sound of Nyai Indrawati's hasty steps sounded from behind. His eyes look puffy. He paused for a moment. The veil hanging from the back of the door was grabbed and immediately installed.
"Do you see what time it is? Why your son hasn't come home yet. What he did until this hour. Daughter wandering night and night. For a long time I suspected that he was not working on a task" Master Faeshal said as Nyai Indrawati was sitting on his side chair.
Nyai Indrawati sighed softly. He looked towards the wall clock. He doesn't know what to answer. Master Faeshal's half-angry tone made him a little afraid.
"Why are you silent. Call kek. Ask him again. Send home. It's night. You are not taking care of the child. I've entrusted you to take care of him. Educate him. Remember, he was now engaged to Master Teacher Izzul Islam. What would people say if they saw your son coming home late into the night," Master Teacher Faeshal said again without turning his head. He turned back his book.
Master Faeshal turned his head. His gaze was not pleased with Nyai Indrawati's reply. Nyai Indrawati.
"Call him. Tell him to come home. Hurry along!" said Master Teacher Faeshal in a somewhat harsh tone who was being held back. Nyai Indrawati let out a long breath. He tried to remain calm even though Master Faeshal's words began to provoke his emotions.
"Not active, Dad. Maybe he won't be disturbed."
Master Teacher Faeshal smiled faintly. He stood and ruffled his waist.
"Well, well, well, here's what I don't like. When did he start turning off his phone. When did he not want to be disturbed by his parents. Just reason. Anyway I don't want to know. I want him to come home right now."
Nyai Indrawati looked up at Master Teacher Faeshal. He sighed long.
"But I want to call her how, Dad. The phone's off,"
"Call friends. Idiotically. The brain is very narrow" said Master Faeshal as he pointed his index finger at Nyai Indrawati's head.
"It's late, Dad. This time they must have been sleeping,"
"Agh, I don't want to know. Anyway, I want him to come home right now. Call Piyan, have her drive you to find her at her friends' house. Don't come home until you bring it home. Quick. So I can't take care of my only child." Nyai Indrawati was silent. Master Teacher Faeshal's words began to pester his feelings.
"Well, your son's been too depressed with dad's tough attitude all along. He's an adult, Dad. But I always treated him like a kid."
The gaze of Master Faeshal's eyes lit up hearing Nyai Indrawati's unexpected reply. As long as he was married to Nyai Indrawati, Nyai Indrawati never denied it at all.
"I treated him like this so that he would be a good boy, not wandering around, not affected by bad ideas. Your job as a mother is to keep what I have planted in the child's brain. It's all for his own good. It's about our family's marwah,"
"But the way of father is too much." Nyai Indrawati. This time he felt he had to fight. Especially when considering how depressed Qurratul Aini has been. He no longer thought about the risks he would take.
" I myself have been very distressed by the rules that my father implemented. It's heresy, it's heresy.Mencium Al-qur'an heresy. Just kiss my teacher's hand. Why don't you guys just forbid mom to kiss dad's hand. If it wasn't for my teacher, I wouldn't have been a godly wife to my father all this time. It's been 50 years, Dad. I have ever denied father. Whenever I wanted to make a revolt, I always remembered my teacher's message to remain obedient to my husband. Now it's up to dad. I can no longer withstand this pressure. If you want to divorce me or whatever you want, whatever. I don't care anymore."
Nyai Indrawati really looks angry. The burden of feeling that he had been keeping was like he was about to be eroded away in reply to his sharp gaze towards Master Faeshal's eyes. He then turned around and stepped towards the room of Qurratul Aini with his sobs held back. Master Faeshal was flabbergasted. He did not expect Nyai Indrawati who had been quiet and obedient, suddenly said words that were very surprising to his nerves. He was like a statue standing with his sharp gaze. Not long after, Nyai Indrawati came out again. In his hand was a letter written by Qurratul Aini. With an annoyed expression in his tears, he just threw the letter on the table.
"That's because Dad put too much pressure on the kid. One by one the people you love will leave you. I also with all due respect, feel that I can no longer bear this house," Nyai Indrawati said, pointing. His gaze was now no less sharp than that of Master Teacher Faeshal. After expressing his anger, he turned his body and left Master Faeshal for his room.
Master Teacher Faeshal was still silent. His chest suddenly hurt. His heart skipped a beat and his breathing rose and fell rapidly. He looked at the letter on the table and grabbed it. Not yet finished reading the letter, he suddenly pressed down and squeezed his chest firmly. He seemed to be grimacing withstanding the pain. Her eyes widened. His body is shaking and convulsing. Not long after, Master Teacher Faeshal's body collapsed crashing into the table causing a loud noise. Nyai Indrawati who was crying in her room, was shocked. He immediately came out and found Master Teacher Faeshal already lying on the floor with blood flowing from both nostrils. Nyai Indrawati panicked. He was screaming hysterically. Some of the santri who happened to be on picket duty that night immediately scattered into the house. Master Faeshal was immediately rushed to the hospital.