NIGHT BUTTERFLY

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The phone rang on the porch. Fahmi who was examining some books that will be used by the students immediately rose up. He handed Farida a purchase note that helped him, before stepping onto the porch.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother," Fahmi replied as he raised a call from Rianti. Because the sound of the santri reading the wires from the mosque disturbed his hearing, he raised the volume of his call.

"Sorry, Brother. Didn't hear," repeated Fahmi when Rianti's voice from across was still faintly heard.

"You'll be home tonight. There's something we need to talk about a little bit" Rianti said from across the street.

"alone, Brother?"

"Yes, you're on your own first. Let Faridanya at home just take care of the boarding school. Maghrib's bakda?"

"God willing, Brother,"

"Yes already then. Say hello to Farida. Assalamualaikum,"

"Wa aleikum salam."

Fahmi hangs up the phone and goes back inside the house.

"From whom, sister," asked Farida after realizing Fahmi was already standing nearby watching her note down.

"Sister Rianti, he said he was told to go there. There's something to talk about a little bit" Fahmi replied. Farida raised her face.

"alone?" ask Farida. Fahmi nodded and sat down beside Farida.

"Kok Farida wasn't invited?"

Fahmi shrugged his shoulders and began to be busy examining the books Farida had compiled.

"Said Brother Rianti, you are here first guard the boarding school. That's it,"

Farida put on a pouting face. He hit the end of the ballpoint pen on the table.

"Awas later Rianti's brother. Create a kok ngundang-ngundang event," said Farida. Fahmi shook his head half-smiling.

"Kok event anyway, this later makes slander. I never said there was an event. There's something to talk about" Fahmi said.

"Just the same. I should have gone too" said Farida in self-defense.

"Who knows, Brother Tuan and Brother Rianti are looking for you a mate" whispered Fahmi in Farida's ear. Farida slit her eyes.

"Might Not. Brother should have been found a mate first. It's old" Farida said. Fahmi's fawning Farida's ears.

"Assynolt,"

"Waalaikum salam" said the two in unison.

Fahmi and Farida looked over. He saw Mr. Bayan approaching them.

"What's up, sir," asked Fahmi.

"Outside there are guests, Nak Fahmi," said Mr. Bayan.

"Who, sir,"

"Mother doesn't know either. But when viewed from his clothes, it looks like Master Teacher, Nak Fahmi," said Mr. Bayan.

Fahmi frowned. He looked towards Farida. Farida shrugged both of her shoulders.

"Dik, move first to the mother's room," Fahmi said as he tidied the books scattered on the table.

" Sir, please help Farida take these books to the room? I want to see the guest first" Fahmi told Bayan. Mr. Bayan nodded and immediately helped Farida bring the books into the room.

Fahmi tidied up his black clothes and peci. He then rushed to the porch.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadz" said an old man in white robes with a green turban wrapped around his head. The white beard that filled his chin further added to the radiance on his face. Behind him were two middle-aged and white-covered men smiling as Fahmi stared at them in turn. Fahmi did not have time to answer the greetings of the man because his mind was still trying to remember where he had seen the old man. The old man smiled.

"Assalamualaikum," he said again after seeing Fahmi just speechless looking at him. Fahmi.

"Waalaikum greetings, please come in, sir," said Fahmi inviting the old man and his two attendants in. The old man smiled.

"No, Ustadz. Ask for help, show me where Nyai Sulastri's grave is,"

Fahmi frowned. The name that the old man called was indeed his mother's name. But since there was the title Nyai in front of him, he became doubtful.

"Sulastri, Mister. If you mean my mother, her name is Sulastri, without her Nyai," Fahmi said with a smile.

The old man smiled.

"I looked for the tomb of Nyai Sulastri, his deceased wife." the old man turned to the two men behind him.

"Yulian Wibowo, Master Teacher," replied one of them. Stay with your head down.

"Well, That. Nyai sulastri, wife of Mr. Yulian Wibowo, the famous businessman," said the old man emphasized.

Fahmi was silent for a moment watching the old man in front of him. The person behind him called him Master Teacher. He felt he had seen the man, but he still doubted where he had seen him.

"Please, Master Teacher," said Fahmi. The man smiled again, nodding his head. He then stepped in with two of his attendants following Fahmi from behind.

The Master was silent when he arrived in front of the graves of Sulastri and Yulian Wibowo. He sighed and nodded his head. Fahmi who is now his position behind him told him to approach.

"Why not build a barrier so that people on pilgrimage are more comfortable reciting and reading yasin, Ustadz," said the old man.

Fahmi smiled.

"The pilgrim is only one or two, Master Teacher. Shame on building,"

The old man scrunched his forehead while smiling.Fahmi's shoulder was held by him.

"Why should I be ashamed? After this, there will be many people who come to visit his grave" said the man as he stepped closer to Sulastri's grave. Fahmi frowned again. Not quite understanding what Master Teacher meant.

"A little while, Master Teacher. I take the mat first" Fahmi said as the man was about to sit down. He immediately rushed towards Aisyah's room. Shortly thereafter, he returned with a mat. He immediately held it in front of the Master Teacher. The Master then sat down cross-legged, followed by his two attendants. Same with Fahmi.

After a long period of remembrance, the man asked the three to leave.

"You leave me a minute" said the man. Fahmi and the two attendants then got up and retreated slowly.

"Bi," called Fahmi when passing through Aisyah's room while taking the two Master Teacher's escorts to the terrace of the house.

"What's wrong, son," said bi Aisyah.

"Make a drink, Bi. Ask bi Munawarah to take her to the terrace. Four yes Bi," said Fahmi.

"Good, son."

Fahmi turned his head towards the two men who walked hand in hand with him.

"Sorry, Sir. If you may know, whose names are the fathers?Let me not be too clumsy" Fahmi said as he continued to take the two to walk to the terrace of the house. Both smiling.

"I'm Mr. Makripudin, and this is my friend Mr. Mas'ud. We have been with him for a long time" said the man who introduced himself Mr. Makripudin. Fahmi smiled.

"I'm Fahmi, sir," said Fahmi, co-introducing his name. Not felt, they have arrived at the terrace of the house. Fahmi immediately let them sit down.

"Eee..," Fahmi scratched his head.He turned to the side.

"I feel like I've seen him, but I'm confused where. I think it's familiar" said Fahmi. Mr. Makripudin smiled.

"He was Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi, the leader of the order...,"

"Astaghfirullah." Fahmi hit his head with the inside of his palm. He shook his head and unceasingly uttered Istighfar.

"My message was not foreign. Yes, Allah, what dream did I have last night the arrival of the great scholar. Astaghfirullah, hopefully my attitude was not offensive to Al-mukarrom," said Fahmi look full of regret.

"I've seen him once, if not wrong at the tabligh akbar event in the square. I was in first class Tsanawiyah, sir. Oh God, what dream I had last night," continued Fahmi while rubbing his face.

"It's okay, Fahmi boy. His name does not know either" said Mr. Makripudin. Fahmi gave a long sigh. He moved closer to Makripudin.

"But by the way, did Master Teacher come here on purpose?" asked Fahmi in a flat voice.

Mr. Makripudin fixed his backrest. He looked towards Fahmi. He nodded before starting his story.

"He had a dream of the arrival of his late father, Master Teacher Qinan. In the dream, Master Qinan told him to visit his grave frequently. It just so happened that Nyai Sulastri was next to Master Teacher Qinan. That's why, when the work on the farm was done, he immediately invited us here."

Fahmi was silent for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about the story he had just heard from the man in front of him. Master Teacher like Master Alamsyah Hasbi dreamed of his mother with his father? Is that as tall as his mother's maqom so that it can enter into the dreams of alim and Shaleh like him? Disciple again. Question after question began to cloud Fahmi's mind.

The two men suddenly stood up and turned to face the side. Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi was seen walking towards them. As soon as he saw it, Fahmi immediately got off the terrace and kissed Master Alamsyah Hasbi back and forth.

"I'm sorry, Master Teacher, we're inside" Fahmi said, letting Master Alamsyah Hasbi inside.

"No, Ustadz. We're outside anyway.I can't stay here long. I have a show in two hours. The important thing is that I have found the grave of the late Bu Nyai" said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi. Fahmi then holds the body of Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi and lets him sit in one of the chairs. Not long after, Munawarah came with a drink.

"Please, Master Teacher," said Fahmi to invite Master Alamsyah, Mr. Makripudin and Mr. Mas'ud to taste the drink in front of each.

Master Alamsyah smiled nodding his head.

"With Ustads...,"

"I'm Fahmi, Master Teacher. Her son Sulastri's mother,"

"Now Ustadz. Earlier I apologized if I was impressed, maybe underestimated Ustadz Fahmi family . This is an exegesis of my dream to wake the building in Nyai Sulastri's tomb. Well, just a cover, let the person who comes on a pilgrimage can take shelter," said Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi while holding the arm of Fahmi's hand.

"But Ustadz musyawarkan used to be the same family. And say my condolences to all families," continued Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi. Fahmi nodded his head respectfully.

"Okay, Master Teacher,"

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi let out a long sigh after sipping his drink. He beckoned Makripudin and Mas'ud to leave.

"Then I say goodbye, Ustadz. I want to go straight to the village. There's an invitation for a moment. At any time, if Ustadz and the family agree, I will come again to visit" said Master Alamsyah Hasbi, rising up. Fahmi immediately stormed the hands of Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi and kissed him.

"Thank you very much for the visit of Master. I did not expect the arrival of Master Teacher. Yes, Allah, thank you, Master," said Fahmi with happy eyes.Tuan Guru Alamsyah Hasbi smiled while holding both shoulders Fahmi.

"Sir Makripudin, please give my number to Ustadz."

Fahmi immediately pulled out his phone and recorded the number given by Mr. Makripudin.

After inviting Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi to look at the boarding school for a moment, Fahmi drove him to his car. He remained standing until Mr. Master Alamsyah Hasbi's car went missing at the end of the road.

* * * * *

The atmosphere in the residence of Master Izzul Islam looks crowded. Fahmi who had arrived before the maghrib, and joined the congregation of maghrib prayer, looks cool to invite Azka to play on the floor of the living room.

"Suhaini," call Jamila while looking at the kitchen. Suhaini was seen rushing closer.

"I, Ms. Nyai," said Suhaini upon arrival in the living room.

"Take Azka with Mom. We'll probably be out long tonight. Make him sleep fast?" jamila. Suhaini nodded her head.She then raised Azka's body which was crawling on the floor and immediately took her to the kitchen.

"Before, you remember, Brother Tuan. There was a greeting from Master Alamsyah Hasbi. He came to the house" Fahmi said after sitting near Rianti. He knew, the news he brought would surprise the three, especially Mr. Teacher Izzul Islam. Justright. As soon as he heard it, Master Teacher Izzul Islam directly advanced his head towards Fahmi. Fahmi smiled.

"A little while, who did you say?" ask Master Izzul Islam.

Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi, Brother Tuan," replied Fahmi.

"Sir Master Alamsyah Hasbi?" ask Master Izzul Islam affirm. Fahmi nodded while continuing to smile.

"Subhanallah, what business is there until a great scholar like him comes to visit you, Dik Fahmi," said Master Izzul Islam astonished. But Fahmi couldn't possibly lie to him. Especially making it as a joke.

Fahmi smiled as he scratched his back head.

"Not looking for me, Brother Master. He wanted to make a pilgrimage to mom's grave" Fahmi said. Again Master Izzul Islam frowned.

" Pilot to mom's grave? But where did he know about my mother? If not wrong, he is in a very distant place. If not wrong on the hillside bako high. That's the southern tip of Lombok island" said Mr. Izzul Islam. He looked towards Rianti. Fahmi improved his sitting position.

"Said his attendant, he dreamed of meeting his late father, Master Qinan. He was ordered to make a pilgrimage to the mother's grave. He also asked us for permission to build a small mother's tomb for the pilgrimage site. The cost of development will be directly borne by him," Fahmi said.

"But it's true what he's looking for is the late mother?"

"True, Brother Master. At first I also could not believe because he pinned the word Nyai in front of the mother's name. But because he also mentioned the name of the late father Yulian Wibowo, I just believe if what he was looking for was a mother," replied Fahmi. Fahmi's story made Master Izzul Islam amazed. So did Rianti and Jamila. Again the late Sulastri gave them an unexpected and amazing surprise.

"Subhanallah, if the great scholar and the murshid of the Naqsabandiyah order only come all the way to visit the mother's tomb, then we should be kind enough to think that the mother's almarhumah is a guardian of God," said Master Teacher Izzul Islam while unceasingly shaking his head.

"Did he ever say he'd come home again?" ask Rianti.

"I'm less sure, brother. But I kept his number. I'm sure he would like to be contacted if we had agreed on the construction around the mother's grave" Fahmi said.

"Please send me the number, Dik," said Master Izzul Islam as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Yes, God, just hearing his name makes our mood happier. Especially if you can meet him. May he be given long life by Allah swt," urged Master Izzul Islam.

"Amin," said Fahmi, Rianti and Jamila in unison.

"Ok, because later we are afraid too late, maybe we immediately tell Fahninya, how, Brother Tuan," said Rianti after for some time they were silent. Master Izzul Islam invited Rianti.

"Look, Dik Fahmi. We mean to have Dik Fahmi here tonight to talk about your marriage, Brother Tuan,"

"Sir Master is remarried?"

"No, Dik. But would. After Isya' later we will jointly propose the future wife of Kak Tuan,"

Fahmi smiled wily.

"Well, smile like that. What's up, Dik Fahmi?" ask Jamila.

"Nothing, Brother. Just ashamed of being preceded by continuing to be the same, Brother Tuan,"

"Actually I've been trying to forget it, Dik Fahmi. But your brothers are insistent on continuing" said Master Izzul Islam trying to defend himself.

"If you may know, who is the future Brother Master, Brother?"

"Qurratul Aini's. The deceased widow Cristian. You remember that, right?"

Fahmi. Hearing the name Qurratul Aini called as the future wife of Master Izzul Islam, he was surprised. But he did not want his face to look changed. He tries to act like nothing happened. He pretended to take bottled water in front of him. He nodded his head.

"Therefore, you must also find a future wife, not to be preceded again by Brother Tuan. If you can't, let me find it, "sahut Jamila. Fahmi scratched his head. He tried to smile even though he was still thinking about the woman who would be proposed by Master Izzul Islam. In fact, he also intended to ask for their opinion regarding Qurratul Aini. He was called to come there.

"I guess, I leave it to Rianti" Fahmi said as he looked at Rianti.

""Beres, leave everything to Brother" said Rianti.

Adzan isya' sounded. Their conversation halted and solemnly listened to the voice of the Adhan.

* * * * *

Qurratul Aini was still sitting on a small bench that was once often used by Master Faeshal to supervise the students who were muthala'ah their lessons. The place that used to be beautiful with green ornamental grass and ornamental plants, is now full of wild plants that creep up the dormitory yard. It was only illuminated by a five-whatt light whose light was beginning to dim. Likewise with Mushalla where the santri congregate. Many roofs have been hollow and fell scattered on the ground. Even on the floor of the terrace and the room in the mushalla. What Master Faeshal had fought for was in vain. He as the only child felt a great responsibility to continue. But he had no power and effort to do so. That's what makes him always sad. Every time he saw the buildings of the former dormitory, his heart ached. He really felt useless when God still gave him health and the pleasure of life.

Qurratul Aini. A yellow butterfly that looks like it is looking for its place to catch his attention. Qurratul Aini thrusts his index finger towards the butterfly. Qurratul Aini was so excited when the butterfly perched on his finger.

* * * * *

After going through the journey for about an hour, Finally, the capsule antelope carrying Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and his entourage arrived in front of the house of Qurratul Aini. Seeing the atmosphere of the house so quiet, they undo the intention to get out of the car.

Master Izzul Islam glanced at his watch. It's only 9 p.m. Master Izzul Islam turned towards Fahmi.

"Sik, come down and say hello. If there are no answers to three greetings, we come next time,"

Fahmi nodded and rushed down from the car. He began to say hello from outside the gate. Three times said hello, there was also no answer from the residents of the house. Fahmi sighed and turned his body, returning to the car. But just as he was about to board the car, suddenly heard the door open with a greeting answer.

A middle-aged woman wearing white mukena came out. He stood up while looking at the car. Master Izzul Islam immediately invited Rianti and Jamila down from the car.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. Mother, I am Izzul Islam" said Master Izzul Islam.

"Waalaikum salam" replied Nyai Indrawati as she rushed down from the terrace of the house to the gate. After a moment of noticing the people standing in front of the gate. Spontaneously he was surprised when he started to get to know the people in front of him.

"Astaghfirullah, O God, Master Teacher, I did not expect that Master and His mothers were in front. Let's go in, please" said Nyai Indrwati while opening wide the gate.

"Qurratul Aini, you know, I haven't come home yet, too, the boy" called Nyai Indrawati Nyai Mustiani as he began to clean the sofa mat with napkins on the table.

"Please sit down, Master Teacher, Nyai," Nyai Indrawati said.

"Where in Qurratul Aini is it, Miss Nyai" asked Rianti.

Nyai Indrawati let out a long sigh. His face suddenly changed.

"Since her husband passed away, she has become aloof, Ms. Nyai. But it's not that loss that he's sad about. Since his father died, one by one the saints' guardians took his son home. Pondok pesantren which was crowded with the sound of students who were studying, suddenly became quiet. The building is abandoned. That is what the Qurratul Aini truly regrets. He regretted that there was nothing he could do to save the pesantren that his late father had fought for years" Nyai Indrawati said. His eyes look bright. Rianti got up and sat down beside Nyai Indrawati. Nyai Indrawati's back rubbed gently. Nyai Indrawati smiled. He immediately wiped his tears.

"I forgot to make a drink. I go to the kitchen first, Master Teacher," said Nyai Indrawati.

"No need, Bu Nyai. It's night. Before here, we had coffee at home," said Mr. Izzul Islam.

"But how is this, my time does not invite guests to just drink" Nyai Indrawati said as she rubbed her face.

"Do not bother, Miss Nyai.Insya Allah, next time we visit here longer," said Rianti. He glanced at Master Izzul Islam and Jamila, asking permission to start the conversation. Both nodded their heads.

Rianti turned towards Nyai Indrawati. Nyai Indrawati's back on her swab.

"Bu Nyai, in fact, in addition to being cross-legged, there are other things we want to talk about with Bu Nyai and Dik Qurratul Aini," Rianti said. Nyai Indrawati looked at Rianti.

"Oh, I'm so scared, Miss Nyai. Is there something wrong with my son?" ask Nyai Indrawati. Rianti smiled.

"Bu Nyai is there. There is no problem, Miss Nyai. It is precisely we who are stubborn," said Rianti. Nyai Indrawati frowned. He stared in turn at his guests.

"Come on, let me know, Miss Nyai. I was curious" said Nyai Indrawati. Everyone in the living room smiled.

Rianti gave a long sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment to gather his courage.

"Mrs Nyai." Rianti held Nyai Indrawati's hand.

"Sorry in advance because we didn't tell you in advance of our arrival tonight. But since we are having a good night, and what we are going to talk about is a good thing, then we decided to visit Nyai's Mom these nights." Rianti paused for a moment. Master Teacher Izzul Islam, Jamila and Fahmi fell silent lowered his head.Hyai Indrawati listened carefully with a curious look.

"We want to keep a cord with the family of the late Master Faeshal. Especially how to make the hard-earned pesantren established by the deceased can be again crowded with students who demand religious knowledge. We have deliberated and made a decision together with a heart that God willing is clear, that we intend to propose in Qurratul Aini for Brother Tuan."

Nyai Indrawati was silent. He stared alternately at the Master Teacher Izzul Islam, Jamila and Rianti with a gaze full of question marks and disbelief. Rianti and Jamila smiled.

"We want to ask Bu Nyai's permission first even if the decision is in Qurratul Aini" said Rianti. Nyai Indrawati smiled but with a puzzled expression. It also went wrong. No words could come out of his mouth. For a moment the atmosphere became silent. Slender. Waiting for an answer from Nyai Indrawati.

"Bu Nyai, we are waiting for Bu Nyai's answer" Jamila said. Nyai Indrawati lowered her head. Her tears came back.

"I don't know what to say, Miss Nyai. My son wants to be proposed by Master's two wives. I really never thought about it. I always pray, if my son is still given a mate by God, may God give him a husband who can resurrect the boarding school. I didn't think it was Master Teacher. Frankly I am ashamed of what my son once did to Master Teacher" Nyai Indrawati said. Master Izzul Islam smiled.

"Bu Nyai, the old one has passed. At that time it was necessary for Qurratul Aini to do so. I don't blame him at all" said Master Izzul Islam.

Rianti took out a tissue from inside his bag and gave it to Nyai Indrawati. Nyai Indrawati shook her head. That made the four nervous.

"I don't know how to express my happiness. Truly, I imagine how happy Qurratul Aini would be if it could revive his father's pesantren. His father would smile in nature because his finger would flow back to his grave." Nyai Indrawati wiped her tears back. He was silent for a moment. Trying to calm himself.

"All I submit to Qurratul Aini, Miss Nyai. Whatever the decision, I will accept it" Nyai Indrawati continued. Rianti smiled.

Nyai Indrawati let out a long sigh and got up.

Where are you going, Nyai Ma'am" asked Rianti while holding his hand.

"I want to call Qurratul Aini first. He usually sits where his late father used to sit" Nyai Indrawati said.

"I'm coming, Miss Nyai. Later let me speak with Qurratul Aini," said Rianti as he rose. After asking permission from Master Izzul Islam, he invited Jamila to participate.

Arriving in front of the gate that connects the boarding school with his house, Nyai Indrawati pointed towards Qurratul Aini who was sitting behind the gate.

"Mr Nyai, let us speak the same in Qurratul Aini. Bu Nyai accompany Kak Tuan and dik Fahmi," Rianti pinta gently to Nyai Indrawati. Nyai Indrawati smiled and stepped back towards the house.