NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#174
Meanwhile, Sulastri was still holding his weak body, accompanied by Fahmi, bi Aisyah, Pak Bayan, Pak Mustarah and Munawarah were sitting on the living room sofa. He deliberately collected everything in the house to calm his heart down a little more. After getting an explanation from Mr. Sahril related to the results of his conversation with Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Rianti. He looks worried. He could not deny, that what Rianti was going through now inevitably had to come to his mind. Rianti, who has just enjoyed his good times with Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, must now be separated if he is proven to commit violations.
Fahmi poured a glass of water and gave it to Sulastri when Sulastri's cough was unceasingly heard. Bi Aisyah who was beside him was unceasingly rubbing her back.
"Mom, tomorrow we go to the hospital. It has been three days that the health of the mother has not improved" said Fahmi expectantly pleading for Sulastri's willingness to be taken to the hospital. Sulastri. The expression on the face he was trying to make was calm he could not hide. His face looked lethargic and uninspired.
"And mom's been checked by Dr. Kodar, son. That's enough" Sulastri replied. Fahmi gave a long sigh. Both of Sulastri's palms were held by him.
"Yes, Fahmi knows. But Dr. Kawar said you should be taken to the hospital for intensive care" Fahmi said.
"Well, if you're ready. Now I still feel fine" Sulastri said. Sulastri's reply left Fahmi unable to do anything more.
"Bi Aisyah and bi Munawarah sleep the same mother ya" said Fahmi staring alternately towards bi Aisyah and Munawarah.
Both nod.
"Come, Mom. It's 12 o'clock. It's time for me to rest" said bi Aisyah. Sulastri nodded his head and raised his body slowly assisted bi Aisyah and Fahmi.
"Munawarah, you make the mother a warm drink yes," said Bi Aisyah. Munawarah nodded and immediately rushed up and left the house.
"Sir Fahmi, so we wait at the guard post?" bayan said after asking permission to leave. Fahmi smiled as he nodded his head.
The night is late. The air that blows feels cold. Dark skies. Silent and solemn' in a long remembrance.
Rianti lifted his body weight after folding his face on the prayer mat after the sunnah prayer. Master Izzul Islam who was reading the Qur'an beside him, ended his reading. He immediately helped Rianti get up from his seat. Rianti then invited him to sit on the sofa.
"How, Sister. Are you ready for tomorrow" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti nodded. He rests his head on the shoulders of Master Guru Izzul Islam.
"Sir Master will lose me, I don't know how many years of punishment I have to go through. Six months or maybe twelve years" Rianti said.
"Why do I worry about how many years my sister will be in prison, and I've been through a very long time until I have you now." Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh.
"That separation, whether it be, will happen. Our wives, children and everything we have is just care. When one day the deposit is taken by the owner, we won't feel lost."
"Sir Master won't cry for me if I'm in jail?"
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He kissed Rianti's cheek for so long. Eyes twinkling. Her tears suddenly came out. Even the drops wet Rianti's cheeks.
Knowing that Master Izzul Islam was crying, Rianti wrapped one of his hands around the neck of Master Izzul Islam. The cheek of Master Izzul Islam kissed him long ago.
"How can I not be sad if my only gem is missing? The best jeweler of the world is a godly wife." Master Izzul Islam kissed Rianti's forehead. Rianti's hand still does not want to be separated from embracing the neck of Master Izzul Islam. Now Rianti is crying. His cry exceeded that of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam let Rianti cry until he cried a moment later.
"Alhamdulillah. If Brother Tuan considers me to be a godly wife, this is the highest happiness for me. Brother Tuan has given me a ticket to heaven" Rianti said. He grabbed the palm of Master Izzul Islam and kissed it. Rianti hugged him back.
"But Brother Tuan will be lonely. People say, holding back lust when having married his wife is heavier than still single. I can't serve the bioligist needs of Mr. Tuan for a long time" Rianti said.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He let go of Rianti's hand. He took the turban on the table and wiped the remaining tears on Rianti's face.
"Embroidery is one of the toughest trials for humans, men and women. That is why the Prophet gave the best solution to master that lust. One of them by fasting. May God best reward us for this disaster." Master Izzul Islam rubbed the stomach of Rianti.
"If you have to stay in prison, your child will understand that life in the world is not just about fun and happiness. Sadness will always accompany pleasure. I am sure that prison will be the best place for my sister to get closer to God. While in prison, focus your devotion to God. The younger brother will be better as he was when the younger brother was in prison first" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled.
"Thank you, Brother. The best gift that God has given me is that you can have Brother Tuan" Rianti said. Master Izzul Islam gently caressed Rianti's hair.
"I know you're a strong woman. I also know sister will be fine no matter how much misfortune befalls sister." Master Teacher Izzul Islam took a long breath. He looked at Rianti.
" Now rest. It's late. Let me carry my sister to bed,"
"Don't forget to read my sister shalawat until you fall asleep?" rianti said spoiled. Master Izzul Islam's chin is softly poked. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He rises. Rianti's body then lifted slowly and took her to bed. Sometimes he kissed her full of warmth Rianti's forehead and lips.
"Now sleep. I want to see Mom first. Do not forget to pray" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti smiled nodding his head. The main light in the room was turned off by Mr. Izzul Islam and left a blue light beside the bed. After putting a blanket over Rianti's body, Master Izzul Islam stepped out of the room.
Jamila immediately came down from the bed when a greeting was heard from Master Izzul Islam from outside the room. Suhaini who was massaging Nyai Mustiani's legs immediately fixed her hijab and clothes. He took a standing position, preparing to welcome the arrival of Master Izzul Islam.
Master Izzul Islam immediately approached towards Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani who was awake after sleeping a few minutes earlier, smiled at Master Izzul Islam.
"Who put up the infusion?" ask Master Izzul Islam.
"I, Master Teacher," Suhaini replied in a hoarse voice. He kept his face down.
"Well, great. You can do it right away, Suhaini," said Master Izzul Islam. Suhaini smiled.
"Say she often paired the infusion for her mother. At first, I was scared. Afraid that Suhaini was wrong. But he can" replied Nyai Mustiani in her weak voice. Master Izzul Islam nodded. Then he looked at both. Both look tired. It's 2 p.m. Master Izzul Islam felt it was time for both of them to rest.
"Jinan, Jamila. You rest there first," said Master Izzul Islam while pointing towards the small room which is Nyai Mustiani's personal prayer hall. The two just kept silent to each other.
"Come there, Suhaini, Jamila. Now it is Master Teacher's turn to guard. You rest first" said Nyai Mustiani. The two stepped back and walked slowly into the room.
Nyai Mustiani sighed softly. The hand of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled. His one palm was placed on the back of Nyai Mustiani's palm.
"Son, I had a dream to meet your father. This time he smiled at his mother. Your dad is handsome, son. His face shone like the moon. Although she didn't talk to me, she sat down for a long time next to my head." Nyai Mustiani stopped her story. He smiled at the ceiling and tried to recall what he saw in his dream.
"Look at that, I really want to go with your father." Nyai Mustiani gazed towards Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"If it's time, not only mother, Izzul will definitely catch up with father," said Master Izzul Islam while patting slowly the back of Nyai Mustiani's palm. Nyai Mustiani let out a long sigh. He still felt pain in his chest every time he sighed.
"Mom can't be like your wife. He who is affected looks so calm as if he wants the disaster. I tried like her, but my heart was too weak. Your wife is a really great woman. It's hard to find someone like him. There was a female Sufi figure, Rabiatul Adawiyah in him. There is no question why God showed it in your dreams after going through your long term" Nyai Mustiani said in a stammering voice.
"Alhamdulillah. It's all thanks to mother's prayer."
Nyai Mustiani moved her body slowly. The hands of Master Izzul Islam were removed.
"Mom will sit back, son. Please help me" said Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam immediately put together some pillows on the head of Nyai Mustiani. After that, he lifted Nyai Mustiani's body slowly and leaned her on the pillow.
Nyai Mustiani gestured with a clap of her hand for Master Izzul Islam to climb onto the bed.
"Son, as long as you're Master, I've never heard of your studies in person. As a mother, I underestimated you. Though your congregation is many," said Nyai Mustiani after Master Izzul Islam was beside him. When Master Izzul Islam was about to massage his feet, Nyai Mustiani prevented him.
"Now, I want you to tell me interesting stories in the books you are studying. I think I want to hear some of the advantages of people who are sick. Let me not complain too much" Nyai Mustiani said. Master Izzul Islam just smiled. Although he had experience in giving tausiyah to his worshipers, but in front of Nyai Mustiani, he still felt uneasy.
"Come, Son. I seriously want to listen to the good things that will bring me closer to God. Especially when you are sick like this." Nyai Mustiani turned her gaze towards her personal mushalla. He smiled to himself. Like I'm remembering something.
"Mom's heard your father give a study. Science is the food of the heart. Just like a sick human body, if it is not fed, drunk and medicated for three days, then we will die. Likewise with the heart. If for three days our hearts are not fed with knowledge and advice of kindness, they too will die. Right so?" nyai Mustiani. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled and gave a small nod.
"If the heart is dead, then it will be closed from goodness" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Come, Son. Tell mom what the sick person who is patient in his pain will get" continued Nyai Mustiani. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. He improved his sitting position.
" Allah will send four angels before the believer is put to the test of sickness. The first angel was commanded by God to take away his power. That is why the sick will become weak. The second angel was commanded by God to take the delicacy of food from his mouth so that he could not taste it anymore. The third angel was commanded to take the light of his face so that it would pale. And the fourth angel, God commanded to take away all his sins, so that he would be cleansed of them." Master Izzul Islam stopped his words. Nyai Mustiani looks solemn' listen. Master Izzul Islam smiled. The face of the woman who had raised him made him want to let out his tears.
"If Allah wills the believer to be healed of his sickness, Allah will again call upon the four angels. The first angel is ordered to restore his power. The second angel restores the delicacy in his mouth and the third angel restores the light on his face so that he becomes refreshed." Master Izzul Islam paused for a moment. His throat feels dry. He was eager to take a drink on the table, but he did not want to cut off his mother's kindness to listen to his studies. He just swallowed his saliva slowly.
"The four angels bow before God. He then said, Yes, God. You have commanded all three to return what they have taken from Your sick servant. But why do You not command me to return the sins I have taken from him? Allah said: By My Glory, you will not return the sins of My servants.
The angel said, What shall I do, my Lord. Allah says, Go and cast the sins into the sea. The fourth angel went to the sea and threw away the sins. Then Allah created from those sins a crocodile in the sea. And if the sick man is destined to die, he will die in a state of holiness from all his sins. Wallahu A'lam's. That's what the usfurids say, ma'am. May we include believers who are patient in facing the test of illness," said Master Izzul Islam closed the story.
Nyai Mustiani smiled. The hand of Master Izzul Islam.
"Subhanallah, Son. Hearing your story, the pain in your chest is no longer felt. I hope you don't complain about this disaster" Nyai Mustiani said.
"Amin" said Master Izzul Islam.
"Mom's gonna take a break, son. You go back to your room. Your wife needs you" said Nyai Mustiani.
"It's okay, Mom. If Izzul leaves the mother, the mother will be alone here" said Master Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Son, Son. Mom is sleepy. I want to rest" replied Nyai Mustiani. Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. After tucking his forehead and kissing the back of Nyai Mustiani's hand, Master Izzul Islam slowly came down from the bed.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam.
"Waalaikum greetings" replied Nyai Mustiani wirih with a smile.