NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#219
The morning breeze blew the face of Master Izzul Islam, Rianti and Jamila who were enjoying the morning on the terrace of the house. Today, there is no activity whatsoever, both for Rianti and Mr. Izzul Islam. But after the congregational dawn prayer, Rianti had asked permission from Master Izzul Islam to go to see Layla today. In the meantime, Jamila can't know. He will wait for the results of his conversation with Layla. But the thing is, they've been planning for a long time. This Sunday, they will go for a walk together.
Rianti sipped warm milk in front of him. He got up and sat down next to Jamila.
"Jamila, the streets to the Pink beach are just like Kak Tuan and Azka, right? There's something I need to talk to one of the company's business partners today" Rianti said, holding Jamila's shoulder. Jamila frowned.
"Sunday is still meeting?" jamila asked while shaking her head. Rianti smiled.
"Ok, I promise, tomorrow I won't work. We go again to the pink beach, all of you want to visit Authore. How's it?" rayu Rianti's. He knew Jamila was disappointed because the plan to travel together was never implemented because of his busyness and busyness of Master Izzul Islam.
"But Brother Tuan is coming too, right?" jamila. Rianti glanced towards Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam looked up while moving his eyes upwards. Jamila looks pouty.
"If I'm not with my complete family, I'm not going anywhere" Jamila said. Still with his pouting face. Master Teacher Izzul Islam glanced at Rianti with a smile. Rianti smiled.
Master Izzul Islam rise. Jamila's head held onto her and gently kissed her forehead. Jamila still looks pouted. Back Master Izzul Islam kissed his forehead. This time longer than before. Rianti who saw that couldn't help but laugh. Jamila's laughter broke when she saw Rianti holding her stomach. He immediately pinched the stomach of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam who felt pain with Jamila's pinch, immediately pulled his body back in a slow motion style. The expression that made Jamila and Rianti unable to stop her laughter.
"Sst.., already, will be seen with the children santri. Shame," said Rianti, turning to Abdul Khalik's room. He still holds his stomach because he still holds back laughter seeing Master Izzul Islam. Just this time he saw Master Teacher Izzul Islam with such a funny expression.
"Ok, I promise tomorrow we'll go for a walk. I will put all my activities at rest" said Master Izzul Islam after the atmosphere calmed down again. Rianti and Jamila smiled.
"His Zaebon's been called, brother?"
"I texted you last night" replied Rianti. Just being talked about, Zaebon appeared from the side of the house and immediately stopped in a half-bending salute position.
"Well, live long, Zaebon. Just now we were talking about you" said Master Izzul Islam. Zaebon smiled. Master Izzul Islam then told Zaebon to sit next to him.
"What time, Brother Tuan," asked Rianti as he glanced at the watch of Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam checked his watch.
"Eight hours past seven minutes,"
Rianti turned towards Zaebon.
" I think we should get going, Bon. We'll be late. Wait a minute, I want to change clothes first" Rianti said as he got up from his seat. Zaebon nodded his head.
"Well, isn't breakfast yet?" jamila.
"Later. I'll leave right away, Brother Tuan?"
Master Izzul Islam nodded his head. Rianti then went inside the house.
The tone of the phone rang loudly from within Layla's room. Layla who was cleaning the living room, ignored him. The dust piled up under the living room table, making him reluctant to check his phone.
For the second time, the cell phone in his room rang again. Layla was upset. The broom in his hand had to be removed. He likes to be disturbed when his work is not finished. But the ringing of the cell phone so disturbed his ears. He forgot to turn down the volume of his phone after last night he had a video call with his classmates.
After shaking off the dust on her clothes, Layla immediately rushed towards her room. He returned sighing. On arrival at the door of her room, her phone stopped ringing. But because he was already at the door, he decided to enter.
Layla noticed the anonymous number on her phone screen. Usually, he will not pick up or serve a number that is not in his cell phone contact. He was traumatized by an unknown number. Many men pretend to be wrong number but end-to-end ask for acquaintance. There are even unethical and slovenly talk.
Layla put her phone back on the bed. But when he was about to turn his body out of the room, the phone rang again. But this time it was a ringing of incoming messages.
Layla frowned as she read the incoming message. His chest immediately thumped when he saw the name listed below the message.
Rianti?
Layla. Hand vibrates. The more he held tightly to his phone, the more his hands trembled violently. Rianti told her to call him back because there was important business to talk about.
Does this have anything to do with the announcement letter he sent yesterday morning? He was very sure that Master Izzul Islam would not tell anyone, including his wife, about the purpose of the letter. Anyone other than himself and Master Teacher Izzul Islam, would not know, if not Master Izzul Islam himself told him. Is Rianti angry? And as he often watches in snack videos, the wives who hit the actors for snatching their husbands. Is that what Rianti is going to do to him now? Somehow he suddenly felt afraid to hear the name Rianti. Rianti has an amazing aura. Three times he met her, he could never really look her in the eye. But another one that was different, that he was feeling right now. He was suddenly afraid and felt ashamed to be called the snatch of people's husbands.
Layla jumped in shock. The tone of the phone that came back to ring made him unconscious to throw his phone away. Luckily the phone fell on the bed.
"Astaghfirullah..," Layla rubbed her chest. He closed his eyes for a moment. After feeling somewhat calm, he climbed into the bed and took his phone.
"Assalamualaikum, sister," Layla said in a trembling voice when she heard Rianti's voice from across the street.
"Now, Brother?" layla asked after a moment of careful listening to Rianti's conversation. His hands still look vibrating so that the phone he put in his ear always moves everywhere.
"Good, Brother. Greetings waalaikum."
Layla took off the phone in her hand and let it fall on the bed. Rianti told her to wait for him in front of the house. There's something he wants to talk about. But not at home. He would take her for a short walk to the beach. This must have something to do with the secret between him and the Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"Bismillah!
Layla got up and got out of her bed. He has already started it. He feels responsible and ready to accept any risk of his actions. If Rianti scolded her or maybe even cursed her, it was natural. He had to get out before his mother came home from the market.
Layla immediately changed clothes and put on her hijab. After polishing a bit of make up on her face, she immediately came out of her room. Under the roadside mahogany tree, a few meters from his house, he waited for Rianti.