NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#140
The sun is not yet visible in the eastern horizon. It's 8 in the morning. Black clouds still densely clinging to cover the sun. Only a hint of his golden radiance was poking out between the empty space above the cloud clump. The wind blew and felt wet. Like carrying the scent of the rainy season.
Mr. Jamal stopped his motorbike a bit away from the entrance to Sulastri's house. He was interested in a small cottage by the river. It was too early to get closer to the house. He decided to wait for a moment in the hut while going to see the atmosphere inside the house.
Slowly, Jamal steered his motorcycle down the path to the cottage. Arriving there, he immediately looked for a good sitting position to conduct supervision. From where he sat, he saw the gate of the house slowly opening. Mr. Jamal is standing. The position of the rice field is more downhill from the house, making it a bit difficult to see directly into the house. He stepped down the riverbank and hid behind the trunk of a large tree that grew on a higher plain. He smiles. The place is now in line with the gate. Although far away, but he could see some people passing by in the house.
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In the yard next to the house, Sulastri appeared to be talking with bi Aisyah who had finished cleaning the cluster of leaves in the yard.
"Bi Aisyah, Master Teacher Izzul Islam and his entourage are on their way. Retno is also on her way here. The food will be arranged with Munawarah at the table that is being arranged by Mr. Bayan and Mr. Mustarah," sulastri said as he directed his gaze towards Bayan sir and Mustarah sir who were busy arranging the table for the buffet. Bi Aisyah nodded.
A black sedan car was seen entering the yard. Sulastri smiled and immediately stepped towards the front yard where the two cars stopped. Seen one by one, Mr. Sahril, Mr. Trianti, Mr. Pratama and his wife out of the car. They smiled at Sulastri who was waiting in front of the car.
"What time will Master Teacher come, Ma'am," said Mr. Sahril after greeting Sulastri.
"They're on their way, sir. Come on," said Sulastri. He let Mr. Sahril and his entourage into the house.
"If Retno, is there any news, ma'am," asked Bu Trianti who was walking behind Mr. Sahril. Sulastri.
"She was on her way too, Mom." Bu Trianti nodded.
Sorry, Madam. Has Jamal not called again?" mr. Sahril said shortly after sitting on the sofa. Sulastri. Hearing the name of Mr. Jamal, always disturbed his calm. But inevitably he had to discuss it with Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama. Before Mr. Sahril talked about it, that was also what he wanted to talk about with them.
"For now not, sir. But this is frankly more frightening to me" Sulastri said. He looks worried. The others nodded as if they were thinking of a solution.
"Keep, how non Riantian, ma'am," said bu Trianti after for a while they fell silent.
Sulastri looked towards Bu Trianti. Sulastri smiled a little. He shook his head.
"He's such an indifferent, Mom. He didn't think about the problem at all. He said everyone has a past. I myself do not want this matchmaking to continue since the arrival of the video. But Rianti insisted the engagement was continued" Sulastri said.
"Hopefully Mr. Jamal was scared by my words when he called yesterday. But we still have to be vigilant. Mr. Jamal's a sly and vindictive man."
"That's what's bothering me a lot, Mr. Pratama. I'm afraid Mr. Jamal is planning something worse than the spread of the video" Sulastri said.
"Or? Should we just be frank with Master Teacher regarding the video, ma'am," said Mr. Sahril. Actually, he hesitated to say it. But maybe that's the best way. He was afraid that the Master Teacher would be deceived.
Sulastri gave a long sigh. He looked at Mr. Sahril.
"Rianti doesn't want that, sir. According to him, if the disgrace has not been spread, it is not good to spread it yourself to others. But he is ready to accept any risk if eventually Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher find out. He was sure that the holy-minded Master Teacher would have his own views on the video" Sulastri replied. Mr. Sahril nodded.
Sulastri turned towards the courtyard of the house through the living room window. He got up when he saw two cars entering the gate. The four of them got up and followed Sulastri out of the house.
Sulastri's smile expands when Nyai Mustiani gets out of the car following Mr. Izzul Islam. Several people in the car were seen following out. Sulastri immediately stepped up to welcome Nyai Mustiani.
"Alhamdulillah. Welcome back to our home, Ms. Nyai," Sulastri said. He then invited all his guests into the house. Not a pause for so long, the car carrying food from the Doyan Medaran restaurant arrived. Bi Aisyah, Mr. Mustarah and Mr. Bayan immediately helped Retno move the food to the buffet table.
"It's okay, Mom,"
Nyai Mustiani looked back and forth. Like looking for something.
"Oh yeah, I don't see Rianti" Nyai Mustiani said. Sulastri smiled.
"He's inside, Miss Nyai," Sulastri replied as he pointed towards the room behind them.
"Please say a minute. I want to call him" Sulastri said. Nyai Mustiani nodded. The calm-looking Master Izzul Islam sat leaning on his back and was seen releasing his torch. He suddenly remembered, his first coming to the house, he was sitting where he was sitting now. He also remembers having left his torch on that couch. Since entering the gate earlier, his chest started pounding. Nyai Mustiani mentioned Rianti's name, making him even more nervous. He took a long breath. He should try to be calm.
The views of the people inside the living room instantly pounded towards Sulastri who was holding Rianti's hand towards the living room. An unrelenting smile flinched at Rianti's admirable performance today. Stay with the same clothes. Blue batik motifs and hijabs. No Makeup. Just a little wink on his eyebrows and the bottom edge of his eyelids. Add beautiful clear round eyes. The beautiful painting of heyna on both palms made Rianti the only point of attention in the room. Master Izzul Islam bowed his head.
Sulastri invited Rianti to sit nearby. But hurriedly Nyai Mustiani held Rianti's hand.
"Rianti is sitting near me, Ms. Sulastri," Nyai Mustiani said. Sulastri smiled nodding his head. Rianti's face flushed with embarrassment while greeting Nyai Mustiani.
"You're just good night to mom. If you greet everything, you will fall because of groggy," Nyai Mustiani said when she saw Rianti wanting to greet all the guests present. Rianti smiled and sat down. Master Izzul Islam wiped the sweat that began to appear on his forehead with the tip of his torch.
Beautiful is Allah, Who created this beautiful creature. Every close to him, Master Izzul Islam always made him go awry. Because of that dream that his charm was made so excessive by God in his eyes? Every time he looked at her, he always felt like a boy who was new to love. He is now also the center of attention of people who see his ridiculous behavior. Love has such a magical aura. He who is already poor across the lecture in front of the public is really made not warty.
The atmosphere in the room was momentarily silent. Each bowed his head and looked at Master Izzul Islam. Seeing that, Nyai Mustiani held Rianti's hand. Nyai Mustiani smiled as Rianti's hand trembled.
"Son Rianti, before, I wanted to ask you. Do you want to marry my son?"
Rianti lowered his head. He just smiled. It is hard to say his agreement. And so is his head. It's hard to shake.
"We don't want any coercion, son. Don't because my son is a Master Teacher, you don't dare to refuse him. If you don't want it, we can call off this match,"
"I want to, Miss Nyai," spontaneously Rianti replied. Suddenly, his tongue that had been alert answered Nyai Mustiani's question. Everyone present smiled. So is Master Izzul Islam.
"Bu Sulastri and all the families of the female side. I had a small discussion with Master Teacher. If this matchmaking has been agreed on by both parties, we have determined the day we will bring Rianti son to our house, which is on Friday. But that's if Ms. Sulastri and all the families here agree to it."
Sulastri turned towards Sahril and Pratama. Both nod.
"I think it's appropriate, Miss Nyai. Faster is better" Sahril replied. Sulastri nodded his head in agreement.
Nyai Mustiani smiled. Rianti's head rubbed gently.
"So, Nak Rianti. In just two days we will pick up Nak Rianti again. Prepare yourself Nak Rianti born and inner. God willing, that marriage is the Sunnah of our Prophet. By getting married we have perfected half of our religion" Nyai Mustiani said. Rianti smiled nodding his head.
Not noticeably, their long chatter continued until the sound of tarhim was heard from a distance. Mr. Trianti and Mr. Pratama's wife immediately rushed out to check the readiness of lunch together.
Rianti raised his face and stole a glance towards Master Izzul Islam. His fears and worries disappeared immediately. There is only faith. Nothing can stand in the way of his marriage to Master Izzul Islam. That's certain. She is the woman in the dream of Master Izzul Islam.
"I'm sorry, Miss Nyai. I say goodbye to the room first," said Rianti after a moment of gathering his courage. Nyai Mustiani smiled. He rubbed Rianti's back. Rianti turned towards Sulastri. Sulastri immediately understood Rianti's gesture. He immediately got up and headed to Rianti's seat. He then accompanied Rianti to his room.