NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#203/The third marriage of Master Izzul Islam
The night is late. Jamila who first entered the room after a long time accompanying Sulastri sat in the living room before going home, only able to pacing around in the room. Although she had legally become the wife of Master Izzul Islam, but the feeling of inappropriate still burdened her mind. He felt like a stranger and just to sit on the bed in the room, he felt inappropriate. Every time looking at the bed or sofa, Rianti's shadow looks real chatting with Master Izzul Islam. He felt it inappropriate that tonight he would take that honorable place, while Rianti himself was still in prison.
Jamila shifted her body and faced the mirror. The dress he was wearing was not yet available. He was confused where to put it. He was the first time he went to that house. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was still not back from the mosque, even though it was one night. He believes the guests have gone home and will not linger to disturb the first night of Master Izzul Islam. Is it possible that Master Izzul Islam will not enter the room? Is the feeling of unbearable to Rianti also felt by Master Izzul Islam? Or did Master Izzul Islam marry him just because he wanted to please Rianti? If it was like that, he felt even more unworthy to be in that room.
Jamila. He looked at the floor. His legs were tired at being taken to stand and pacing back and forth following the uneasiness of his heart. Moreover, with the condition of his legs that have not healed properly. Jamila chose to sit on the floor.
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Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Mr. Nurasmin were seen walking towards the parking lot of Mr. Nurasmin's car outside the boarding gate. Mr. Nurasmin who arrived late was the last guest of Master Izzul Islam. Mr. Nurasmin arrived when the ceremony of submission of mascawin to Jamila.
"Your mother and your sister Layla send greetings to Nak Izzul. They can't come because the Laylanya again has a duty from school," said Mr. Nurasmin after being in front of his parked car. Master Izzul Islam smiled.
"Oh yes, sir. How's Layla doing now. Has he changed?" ask Master Izzul Islam.
"Alhamdulillah, Son. Ever since Izzul's son came to see him that night, Layla changed instantly. The school was as diligent as ever. Hopefully, the Laylanya has really changed, son," said Mr. Nurasmin.
"Amin, sir,"
"Oh yes, son Izzul. Father has forgotten. There's a deposit from your sister" said Mr. Nurasmin. He hurried to open the car door. Kadu of Layla was released and immediately he handed over to Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam smiled at the pink gift in his hand.
"Father doesn't know what the gift is. Suddenly he gave it to me when I was about to leave" said Mr. Nurasmin when he saw Master Izzul Islam smiling.
" Then, you go home first, son Izzul. It's night. Afraid your mother is worried" said Mr. Nurasmin.
"Yes, Sir. Thanks though. Greetings to Mom and Layla, too,"
After shaking hands, Mr. Nurasmin got into his car. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam waited for him until Mr. Nurasmin's car disappeared behind the dark of night.
The sound of footsteps could be heard from outside. Jamila looked here and there. He changed his sitting position many times. Sometimes he gets up and sits down. His chest was pounding hard. The sound of his heartbeat clashed with the sound of his breathing.
There was a knock from the door.
"Assynolt,"
Jamila swallowed her saliva deeply. He could not answer the greetings. His throat is choked.
The door slowly opened. Jamila remained glued to her seat. Even when Master Teacher Izzul Islam appeared from behind the door, he was still silently fixated.
Seeing Jamila sitting on the floor, Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately ran over to her. Jamila's body was then lifted. Sweat emanates from Jamila's body. He could barely breathe as his body came into contact with the body of Master Izzul Islam. Jamila closed her eyes with her head bowed in shame as Master Izzul Islam embraced her body and sat her on the edge of the bed. The sweat that flowed on his forehead rubbed Master Izzul Islam with his torment.
"Yes, God, is this what it's like to be with someone we admire? The person I can only see and admire is now so close to me. Yes, God, make my body perfect for her. If I want to go, purify me, O God," said Jamila.
Master Izzul Islam gave a short sigh.
"Why are you sitting down, Jamila," asked Master Izzul Islam. Jamila. He doesn't know what to answer. Master Izzul Islam stared at Jamila's face. Jamila's reddened face held in shame making her have to be able to treat him so that Jamila doesn't continue to tense up like that. Especially on the first night of her wedding. The first time alone with a foreign man certainly makes Jamila confused and wrong.
Master Izzul Islam grabbed Jamila's hand. He smiled as he felt Jamila's hand tremble. Master Izzul Islam holds it tightly.
"Jamila, tonight you're no longer anyone else. You are my wife. What is the right and duty of Rianti, also your rights and obligations from tonight." Master Izzul Islam was silent for a moment when he noticed Jamila's face. The sweat on Jamila's forehead returned to her swab when she saw Jamila rubbing it with her hands several times.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. Jamila's head was then held by him and then kissed his forehead. Jamila closed her eyes. Her tears are melting. Master Izzul Islam embraced Jamila's body. He wanted Jamila as soon as possible to feel comfortable with him.
"Tell me what you want to say, Jamila," said Master Izzul Islam after for some time he patiently waited for Jamila to stop from crying. Jamila's tears were gently wiped with her hands.
Jamila breathed slowly. He stared at his fingers that he was ceaselessly playing to divert his sense of guilt. But the treatment of Master Izzul Islam slowly made him feel comfortable. The attitude of Master Izzul Islam who treated him like a person who had been together for a long time, made his tension slowly decrease.
"Sorry, Master, I feel uncomfortable in this room. This room belongs to Master Teacher and Rianti. I felt it was inappropriate to take Rianti's position in this room" Jamila said in a soft, stammering voice.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He understood what Jamila was feeling right now.
"It's only temporary, Jamila. God willing, we will start the foundation of the house near the princess dormitory next month. But if you want to move out of this room, we can move to the mother's room next door" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Jamila smile. He nodded his head.
"Oh yes, Jamila. Where do you put your clothes, let me get them" said Master Izzul Islam after arriving in the room. Jamila smile.
"I have no clothes, Master. I left it at Sulastri's house. It was also just a few pieces of Rianti-given clothes," Jamila blushed in embarrassment.
Then you check my closet. There's some mother's gamis. I'm sure you're a good fit to wear it" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He walked over to the closet and opened the door wide. He then returned to where Jamila was standing and pulled her hand gently towards the closet. Jamila blushed in shame.
"Pick, this is all yours." Master Izzul Islam gave a short sigh.
"I'll take ablution first. If you are ready, we will make a pilgrimage to the graves of father and mother. Friday night," said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila nodded her head. Master Izzul Islam smiled and stepped out of the room.
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Tok.dok...
"Layla, you're still up, son," said Sofia slowly after knocking on Layla's door. He was forced to leave his bed, because from earlier he heard a coughing sound from Layla's room.
"Come in, ma'am." I heard an answer from inside the room. Sofia immediately opened the door. Layla was sitting at her study table. Layla smiles to see Sofia's mom coming towards her.
"It's night, Son. Why haven't you slept?" ask Sofia. Layla's shoulder was held.
"Nanggung, Mum. Tomorrow Layla will have to finish her schoolwork" Layla replied.
"What task is it." Bu Sofia checked the book in front of Layla. He sighed short.
"Arabic?"
Layla smiled.
"Can you help?"
Sofia again sighed.
"Just look at her, I'm dizzy, what else is writing it" said Sofia. Layla laughs.
"Layla's plan is to ask this to you, Brother Master, but unfortunately, your master's brother must not be disturbed tonight" Layla said. Layla gave a long sigh.
"The happy steps of the woman who became his wife, Brother Tuan, tonight. Handsome, alim, shale again. Let's hope their household is sadinah mawaddah and warohmah yes, ma'am," continued Layla. Sofia smiled and rubbed Layla's back. He was silent for a while looking at Layla who was again busy doing her job. There was no heartache and sadness at all when Master Izzul Islam remarried. Layla seemed to have forgotten her sudden feelings for Master Izzul Islam a few months ago. Bu Sofia sighed.
"Son, I can ask you no" said Sofia. Layla nodded as she continued to write.
"Have you forgotten your master?"
"Why do you ask like that?" ask Layla back.
Sofia's mother scratched her head.
Ah, nevermind. Mom said slurping. Maybe because of sleepy times yes," said Sofia. He felt sorry for asking Layla that question.
Layla smiles.
"Mom must have thought Layla had forgotten my Lord." Layla continued writing. Sofia's mom scrunched her forehead. Curious.
"Layla is calm because Layla is sure, someday Layla will definitely be a part of your life. Layla's been dreaming a few times, ma'am."
Layla looks at Sofia's mom. His smile is bubbly.
"Mom, Layla's an adult. Layla knows what is good and bad. Mom and dad always taught Layla not to keep anything in Layla's heart. Layla's not fantasizing, ma'am. Layla only holds beliefs that never fade from Layla's heart. That's why Layla doesn't have to think about anything anymore" Layla said steadily. Sofia smiled. Layla has become a full-grown girl. He hugged Layla.
who is the third wife of Master Izzul Islam?