NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#165
The Silver Fanther car that was boarded by Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Rianti drove was on asphalt that was still wet due to rain last night. The shalawat groove melodious in the car. It adds a happy mood to both hearts. Rianti felt, this is the true happiness of love. It is not love based on lust. The feeling he feels now is very different. He seemed to have seen the true purpose of love. Beside him now sat a handsome man full of dignity and piety. Remembering his life story first, he was always grateful because he never thought it would take him to a place of honor like today.
Unknowingly, his hand moved slowly and held the hand of Master Izzul Islam which he placed on the wheel of the car. Master Izzul Islam. Her sweet smile flinched, making Rianti blush in embarrassment.
"Would you like to buy me a drink?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Rianti. He took his hand slowly. Fear of disturbing the concentration of Master Izzul Islam.
"Sir, there's something I want to talk about" Rianti said after a long moment of silence. His fingers were tapped on his thighs.
"Say," said Master Izzul Islam briefly.
Rianti directed his gaze towards the front. He sighed softly. He turned for a moment towards Master Izzul Islam.
"Actually I want to share my legacy equally with my mother. Not in a faraidh. Mother has been a big contribution in my life.I feel not good if I have to take more from mother," said Rianti. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He sighed long. One of Rianti's hands grabbed him and placed him on his lap. Master Izzul Islam raised both eyebrows while smiling. He turned for a moment towards Rianti.
"Our religion has arranged in such a way that even the smallest things in our lives. Of course, everything has a purpose. It seems unfair, but there is a benefit to our lives. Including in the faraid. As a child, of course, the younger sister as a child is more than the mother. It's up to the sister to give the mother part, no problem. The important thing is that we have divided it in advance in accordance with the religious provisions in the division of inheritance" said Mr. Izzul Islam Guru.
"Will you allow me to work?" rianti asked somewhat doubtfully.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He was silent for a moment. Not answering directly. That made Rianti fall silent.
"I'm fine if you quit the company if Kak Tuan does not encourage it. From the beginning, I was not interested in taking care of the world," Rianti said after a long time he saw Master Izzul Islam just silent looking ahead.
Master Izzul Islam is smiling.
"The world and the Hereafter must be balanced. We live in a world that needs the world. My sister is experienced and knows the ins and outs of the company. Moreover, the intention of the deceased papa was extraordinary. Not only did he take personal advantage of the company, but he set it aside for orphans and people in need. It's such an amazing thing that few entrepreneurs do. If the sister takes it off, it is the same as stopping the reward of the papa fingers" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Rianti. Not long after, he smiled.
"If you are married, my property will be the property of Brother Tuan Also. I can't possibly give you my share without your permission, Brother Tuan,"
"I just follow what the decision of my sister is. Especially with the construction of pesantren for dik Fahmi, of course this sister's intention is good intentions. What's more, the pesantren that will be built in Fahmi will specifically accommodate orphans and underprivileged. This is in line with the ideals of the deceased papa. So, I strongly agree with the decision of the sister,"
Rianti nodded his head. He patted gently on the back of the palm of the left hand of Master Izzul Islam. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
Not felt, the car that was boarded both had reached the turn towards the small road to Sulastri's house. The atmosphere of green rice fields with a stretch of rice in front of the house makes the atmosphere feel cool. The abundant water, flowing down from one rice field to another, looks like a mini waterfall. Also with plants along the rice field, making the longing in the heart of Rianti is no longer unstoppable. Rianti felt impatient to meet Sulastri.
Master Izzul Islam stopped his car in front of the gate. The gate was only half open so the car could not go inside. Master Izzul Islam honks his car horn. Mr. Bayan was seen coming out and approaching the car. After looking outside, Mr. Bayan was so surprised after realizing the people in the car were Rianti and Mr. Izzul Islam Guru. Mr. Bayan smiled, bowing his body. He immediately turned around opening the gate wide.
"Sleep, Sir?" greet Rianti when Pak Bayan lowered his head looking into the car. Mr. Bayan smiled. He scratched his head.
"Sir, Non. Mr. Bagas' son wanted to run out, so I closed the gate," said Mr. Bayan. Rianti nodded. He turned towards Master Izzul Islam.
"Have you known Mr Bagas, brother?" rianti asked as Mr. Guru Izzul Islam directed his car into the parking lot.
"His ex-husband's mother?"
Rianti nodded. The turban that escaped from the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam was taken. After folding it neatly, he again placed it on the shoulders of Master Izzul Islam.
"Had been to the cottage time between Fahmi mondok," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. The car engine shuts down. Rianti and Master Teacher Izzul Islam turned their heads and smiled when they saw Sulastri, Farida and Rayhan looking cheerfully running to greet him. Bi Aisyah who was carrying Bagas' child also ran when she knew that the ones who came were Rianti and Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Not perfect yet Rianti lowered her legs, Sulastri had already hugged and kissed her many times. Master Teacher Izzul Islam was left standing while smilingly watching them. Bagas himself who stood on the side of the terrace immediately approached and invited Master Izzul Islam to the terrace of the house.
"Dik, you go to the kitchen there, make a drink for Master" said Bagas. Nurul who was standing behind him nodded and immediately stepped towards the kitchen.
After being satisfied to give up longing with Rianti, Sulastri, Farida and Rayhan immediately met Master Izzul Islam. One by one they greeted Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri who got the last ration shaking hands with Master Izzul Islam was so shocked and spontaneously pulled his hand, when Master Teacher Izzul Islam kissed his hand. Seeing that, Rianti just smiled. He sat next to Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom's planning on going to your house, son. But your sisters forbid mom" Sulastri said, starting the conversation after sitting next to Bagas.
Rianti frowned and looked towards Farida and Rayhan.
Farida and Rayhan smiled. So is Sulastri.
"Remove, too soon, brother. Sister is still on her honeymoon, cook at the annoyance," said Farida blushed in embarrassment. Sulastri pokes Farida's stomach. Everyone present laughed.
"By the way, when are these two girls going back to the cabin?" asked Master Izzul Islam to Farida and Rayhan who flank Sulastri's body. Farida and Rayhan smiled in embarrassment. The two pinched Sulastri's hand, asking him to answer.
"You asked me if my mother answered me" Sulastri said. He smiles. Both are embarrassed.
"Begging for a dispensation first for the two, Son Master Teacher. Confused as well. After Rianti's son got married, she became lonely at home. But God willing, in three days they have returned to the cottage" said Sulastri. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head.
"But don't forget, you two should keep your lessons mutala'ah. Do not play HP continue," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Both nodded their heads. Rianti told Rayhan to come closer and sit nearby.
From the side, Nurul appeared with a tray containing several drinks. Sulastri had Rayhan pick up a plastic chair arranged under the terrace. Sulastri then shifted his seat and placed the chair Rayhan had brought near Bagas.
"Come, sit here, Dik Nurul," Sulastri said after Nurul finished serving drinks on the table.
"Please drink, Master Teacher." Sulastri invited Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam nodded with a smile.
"Oh yes, sir. How's the orphanage developing?" Rianti. He looked towards Bagas. Bagas smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, Non. Runs smoothly. Especially after Nak Fahmi came, the atmosphere was more different," replied Bagas.
Rianti nodded. He looked over here and there. Hearing the name Fahmi mentioned, since his arrival, he has not seen Fahmi. That is also what Master Izzul Islam wants to ask.
"By the way, I haven't seen Fahmi. Where's she?" ask Rianti.
"Your sister went to the orphanage early in the morning. He was busy preparing for the pesantren. He will also contact his friends who memorize the Qur'an to help him" Sulastri replied. Master Izzul Islam nodded.
"I am sure, under the guidance of Dik Fahmi, this pesantren will develop further," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam.
"Oh yes, Mom. Speaking of Quran memorization. Say hello to Dik Fahmi, I would like to apply for Jamila. He's also a memorizer. He's also pathetic. I'm the only one who has never known the Qur'an before, thank God it can surf this," said Rianti.
"Jamila is also a memorizer?" asked Sulastri astonished. Rianti nodded.
"Indeed, before he went to jail, where did he go?"
Rianti smiled.
"He never went down, Mom. He memorized it in prison. It's amazing, right? He is the son of a njai teacher. Well, whose name is part of life, we never know how our life journey in the future," said Rianti.
"If it's not wrong, you've said that he'll be free soon,"
"A little over three months, ma'am. I'm asking you to be picked up later, ma'am. Poor thing, he already has no one else," said Rianti. Sulastri smiled.
"Well, I'm the one who picked up anyway. Same with dong. He'll be embarrassed if you pick him up yourself" Sulastri said. Rianti smiled. He glanced at Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam nodded.
"Farida, Rayhan, let's go to the kitchen. Help bi Munawarah prepare food for lunch later" Sulastri said. Bagas poked Nurul's hand, gesturing her to the kitchen.
"Where did Dik Nurul go" asked Sulastri when he saw Nurul rise. Nurul smile.
"I want to help you in the kitchen. Just look at Bahri. Pity bi Aisyah carried on," said Nurul. After saying goodbye to the people in front of him, he stepped towards the kitchen.
The cloud looks black and slowly moves with the wind. The cold began to feel. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, accompanied by Rianti was seen walking in the rice fields. In the chair that Mr. Bayan brought for them to sit in front of the gate, they enjoyed the green and soothing atmosphere of the rice fields. A taste that inhabited the hearts of both.