NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#147
The sun shines again illuminates nature that is covered with cold overnight. The smell of the rainy season is clear. The farmers began to look out together to visit their fields after planting tobacco, they rest waiting for the arrival of the rainy season. The weather today looks bright. The breeze that blew as breezy, gave new vigor this morning. Including Rianti who looks ready to go to work. While waiting for Mr. Mustarah to heat his car engine, he sat casually on the porch of the house while sipping his warm drink.
"It's breakfast, son," said Sulastri startling Rianti from behind. Rianti who was unaware of Sulastri's sudden arrival, rubbed his chest.
"Mother just ngagetin. Dehemp first cake." Rianti let out a short sigh while putting on a sullen face. Sulastri smiled and pinched his cheek.
"Rianti ate it at Doyan Medaran's restaurant only, Mom. Rianti wants refreshing first there," said Rianti. Sulastri sat nearby. The glass that was still in his hand was taken by Sulastri. Sulastri sipped it slowly.
"Don't drink goat's milk often. It's the only memory of Master Izzul Islam" Sulastri said with a smile.
"Rianti still keeps his torment Master," replied Rianti. Both of them smiled like they were without a burden.
"It's ready, Non" said Mr. Mustarah from the side. Rianti sipped back his drink. After shaking hands with Sulastri, he immediately stepped towards the car. Shortly after, the car slowly left the house.
Rianti turned his head when he saw a silver fanther car passing by his car when his car climbed to the main road. The transparent glass of Fanther's car made him able to clearly see the black-fisted male figure inside. Rianti. His forehead shriveled. The Master Izzul Islam. Why would he come so early? Does it have anything to do with the cancellation of the marriage? Should he come back? inner Rianti.
The car drove through the crowd. Rianti turned towards Mustarah sir. He worries. Decide back or continue the journey. Rianti turned his gaze towards the front. He hasn't seen any turns up ahead. He nodded small. It was probably a signal for him to continue his journey. There's still Sulastri at home. After returning from the office, he will find out what the intention of the arrival of Master Izzul Islam.
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Sulastri was just about to leave his seat on the porch of the house, when the silver fanther sounded his horn as he entered the gate of the house. Sulastri immediately got up and stepped forward to the end of the terrace. He is no stranger to the fanther. From the front windshield, he could also clearly see the figure of Master Izzul Islam. Like Rianti, various questions arose in Sulastri's mind about the intention of the arrival of Master Izzul Islam.
Sulastri smiled as Master Izzul Islam got out of his car. The aroma of the typical perfume of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam was carried away by the wind. Mr. Bayan immediately accompanied the steps of Master Izzul Islam to the terrace of the house where Sulastri stood welcoming.
"Assalamalaikum" said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam when he was in front of Sulastri.
"Wa alaikum salam" Sulastri replied. "Let's come in, Mr. Guru," continued Sulastri invite Master Izzul Islam to enter. Master Izzul Islam looked around him.
"We'll just talk outside, Mom. Sorry in advance, there's something important that I want to talk about four-eyes with mom. But if inside, there is fear of slander" replied Mr. Izzul Islam. Sulastri nodded his head. He signaled to Mr. Bayan to leave them.
"Sir Bayan, please ask Munawarah to make a drink for Master,"
"Good, Mom."
The mood for a moment was silent. Both Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Sulastri were silent. Sulastri is still waiting for Master Izzul Islam to start talks first. Master Izzul Islam himself is still looking for the right words to start his conversation.
Munawarah was seen approaching carrying a glass of coffee towards them. Sulastri sighed as if to throw away his tension.
"Please drink the coffee, Master Teacher," Sulastri said after Munawarah placed it on the table. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smilingly nodded his head. He sipped coffee in his hand. Master Izzul Islam gave a short sigh.
"I'm sorry for representing my mother." Master Izzul Islam was silent for a moment. He rubbed his face with a turban on his shoulder. The look at him on the terrace floor. Sulastri lowered his face waiting for the next words of Master Izzul Islam.
"Once again I apologize profusely for the unilateral decision my mother made last night. Frankly, I don't know that at all. Suddenly my mother told me that she had cancelled the match." Master Izzul Islam shook his head.
"I knew what my mother was doing was a rush. And this is against my will" said Master Izzul Islam. Her face flushed. He felt ashamed to look directly at Sulastri.
Sulastri smiled. He let out a long sigh while setting his gaze far ahead.
"It's okay, Master Teacher. What Nyai decided in my opinion was right. All mothers will do the same when they know their child's wife has such perverted videos." Sulastri stopped his words. He turned his head towards Master Teacher Izzul Islam who still lowered his face.
"Rianti has also accepted with sincerity Nyai's decision. There's nothing to blame for this. That video is Rianti's past. He also has no power to prevent it from falling into the hands of irresponsible people" Sulastri continued. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh. The mood was silent again. Until their silence was spread by the sound of a mobile phone ringing on the table.
Sulastri grabbed the phone. Mr. Jamal's name is on the phone screen.
"This is the person who spread the phone, Master Teacher. His name is Jamal. He is the younger brother of Mr. Yulian, as well as the uncle of Rianti" Sulastri said. Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. He looks astonished.
"Please, Master Teacher. I want to answer his call" Sulastri said.
"Owh, please, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam.
Sulastri increased the volume of his phone. He deliberately did it so that Master Teacher Izzul Islam could hear it.
"Hello, Mr. Jamal. There's something I can help you with" Sulastri said. Her tone was so calm with her little smile.
"I want to make a new deal, Sulastri. I will delete the video and promise not to spread it" Jamal said. Sulastri smiled.
"What a deal, Mr. Jamal. Didn't the deal Jamal refused?" answer Sulastri.
"Add another five hundred billion to make it a trillion. The problem between us is over,"
Sulastri smiled again.
Sulastri sighed and smiled towards Master Izzul Islam. The curious-looking Master Izzul Islam, scooped back his coffee.
"I'm confused, Mom. Why could Rianti's uncle do such senseless deeds" asked Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri smiled.
"Everything starts from a past grudge Mr. Jamal, Master Teacher. He used to work leading the company with the late Mr. Yulian, but he committed major corruption to almost make the company bankrupt. He was eventually fired. Now he again demands all companies be his by all means. Includes Rianti videos. He had already cut off his fraternity with Mr. Yulian, instead,"
"God's Masya. Naudzubillahi min zalik, "sighed Master Izzul Islam while wiping his chest.
"What a sasak saying, Mom. Kebon fingering Lendang. Kebon's finger. You become someone else, and someone else can be a brother. In this modern era, everything can happen" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Sulastri nodded his head. Master Guru Izzul Islam gave a long sigh.
"With regards to my matchmaking with Rianti, I myself still hold fast to my promise. I will still marry Rianti while looking for a way to soften my mother's heart. Say hello to Rianti, as well as my apology. I hope Ms. Sulastri will give me some time. May I be helped by Allah to change this situation" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He then took out an envelope from his cocoon pocket and gave it to Sulastri.
"Please give this to Rianti" said Master Izzul Islam. He improved the coffee position.
"In that case, I beg you to leave. I left without telling my mother. Afraid he was looking for me" said Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri smiled and stood up as Master Teacher Izzul Islam stood up.
"Thank you for your visit, Master. Be careful on the road" Sulastri said. Master Izzul Islam bowed his head, then stepped towards his car.
* * * * *
"Lik, Abdul Khalik!" call Nyai Mustiani when you find out that Master Izzul Islam is not in his room. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam's car was also not seen in the parking lot. Abdul Khalik who had just woken up from his sleep immediately jumped up. When he opened the door of his room, he had already found Nyai Mustiani outside the door.
"Yes, Miss Nyai,"
"Do you know where Master Teacher went?"
Abdul khalik rubbed his eyes. He looked towards the parking lot.
"Sorry, Miss Nyai. I fell asleep earlier. So I didn't see where Master went" Abdul Khalik said. Nyai Mustiani. He turned around and went back into the house.
Arriving in his room, Nyai Mustiani just paced back and forth. Although he was sure Master Izzul Islam would not dare to go against his orders, but he still felt anxious. Moreover, Master Izzul Islam is very strong holding his dream, even when it has passed many years. But then again, Rianti's video remains a great disgrace. He could not imagine, the great name of Master Izzul Islam and the pesantren he led would be tainted because of the disgrace. He felt he had to set a plan immediately. Even in the near future, he must devise a plan to immediately marry Master Izzul Islam to another woman.
Nyai Mustiani let out a long sigh. Given that santriwati who often accompany him before his sleep is still underage, it will certainly be a long debate among the santri guardians, NGOs as well.
Nyai Mustiani threw her body at the side of her bed. He looked back and forth to every corner of his room, trying to remember some of the women he deserved to be betrothed to Master Izzul Islam.
Nyai Mustiani smiled. He seems to have found an idea. He nodded his head steadily. He remembers one of his nephews. The daughter of his younger brother, Mr. Nurasmin. He is still underage. The second class aliyah. But he was sure the problem was not dragged into marrying him to someone else's child.
Nyai Mustiani immediately picked up her phone. After finding Nurasmin's phone number, he immediately contacted him.
"Where are you, Dik," Nyai Mustiani said as she heard the answer from across the street.
"You go home right now. Bring your car, we'll talk outside. Cepetan, I wait," said Nyai Mustiani. Not wanting to hear further questions from Mr. Nurasmin, he immediately turned off his phone.
* * * * *
Whahuh? Did I not hear wrong, brother? Layla is still in school. It's second grade Aliyah again. What people say later, brother," said Mr. Nurasmin was shocked when Nyai Mustiani told him of his plan to marry Master Izzul Islam to his daughter.
Nyai Mustiani looked at him fixedly. Do you want to see your niece get married to an adulteress like this" Nyai Mustiani said, re-enacting a video of Rianti on her phone.
Mr. Nurasmin was silent. I don't want to look at the video anymore. He seemed to still think hard to find another solution for Nyai Mustiani.
"There is no other girl, whose age is more comparable to that of Izzul, Brother,"
"Nothing. The one that I think is Nayla. Anyway, you want to school to what height Nayla. The duty of the woman when married is filial to her husband. If a wife is busy with her education, rest assured, the household will not last long. Nayla was too young, but her thinking was very mature. He deserves to be Izzul's companion" explained Nyai Mustiani at length. Mr. Nurasmin again sighed. He just shut up. He no longer dared to refute Nyai Mustiani's words. Nyai Mustiani's words have a point as well.
Mr. Nurasmin nodded his head.
"God willing, Brother. I'll talk to Nayla first. Hopefully he will accept it as we wish, too,"
"Must want. There are many ways he wants to. You find it a use so that he does not refuse," said Nyai Mustiani cutting firmly. Mr. Nurasmin smiled.
"Come, take me home. It's noon. Later the Izzul also looked for me," Nyai Mustiani said as she got up from her seat. Mr. Nurasmin scrunched his forehead.
"Loh, do not order food first, sister," said Mr. Nurasmin while holding his stomach which began to feel hungry. Since sitting in the restaurant, Nyai Mustiani had only ordered a drink and some wet bread.
"Eat it at home. Come on, you eat there later," Nyai Mustiani said. Pak Nurasmin got up and resignedly followed Nyai Mustiani's steps from behind.
