NIGHT BUTTERFLY
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The atmosphere in the residence of Nyai Indrawati was again quiet when the car carrying Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and his family were no longer seen in the darkness of the road. Nyai Indrawati let out a long sigh while looking towards Qurratul Aini. He saw that Qurratul Aini was still stuck leaning against the wall of the gate of the house. His gaze still did not turn, as if the car was still visible. The two hands that he had placed on his chest were quite strong, like he was holding something that had run down his chest. Nyai Indrawati came up to him and held his shoulder.
"Come, Son. We're inbound. It's too cold here" Nyai Indrawati said, inviting Qurratul Aini in. Qurratul Aini smiled and nodded slowly. The gate slowly closed. Nyai Indrawati thrust his hand to hold Qurratul Aini. Back Qurratul Aini smiled. The two then joined hands to enter the house.
"Son, want to sleep?" nyai Indrawati said as soon as she saw Qurratul Aini go straight to her room after releasing her arms. Qurratul Aini. He stopped opening the door of his room when he saw Nyai Indrawati approaching him.
"What's up, Mom,"
Nyai Indrawati smiled.
"There's something I want to talk about for a second. But if you are sleepy, it's okay, you just sleep," said Nyai Indrawati by holding the shoulders of Qurratul Aini.
"It's okay, Mom. I am not sleepy yet" said Qurratul Aini. Nyai Indrawati smiled. He held the hand of Qurratul Aini and invited her to sit on the living room sofa.
Nyai Indrawati looked at Qurratul Aini and tidied a few strands of hair that came out from behind the hijab of Qurratul Aini.
"Mom would like to talk about Master Teacher's proposal, right?" guess Qurratul Aini precedes Nyai Indrawati said it.
Nyai Indrawati smiled. After a moment of staring at Qurratul Aini, he gave a small nod. Qurratul Aini let out a long sigh. His gaze was directed to the photo of Cristian and Master Teacher Faeshal in turn. Back Qurratul Aini let out a long sigh. One of his hands was placed on the lap of Nyai Indrawati.
"Either, Ma. I can't think about it yet. On the one hand, I feel betrayed to the late brother Cristian. But on the other hand, I felt I had to side with the late father. I did think about finding someone who could accompany me to carry out my ideals. But I never thought that man was the Master Teacher of Izzul Islam." Qurratul Aini stopped his words. It raises its head. Like she was holding back her tears. Qurratul Aini shook his head.
"I'm ashamed after what I did to Master Teacher. Escape and marry Cristian. I also feel unworthy to be Master Teacher's wife. I feel too despicable for him," continued Qurratul Aini.
Nyai Indrawati stroked the head of Qurratul AiniI while looking into the eyes of Qurratul Aini.
"We will get better by taking lessons from our past. Master Izzul Islam proposes to you, of course because you think you are special. If Master Master is looking for beauty, of course he will not choose you who are widowed," said Nyai Indrawati sage. Qurratul Aini lowered his head. He sighed long.
"All decisions are in your hands, son. Consider the bad. Think about why lately you are often alone in the dorm. Are you going to keep it that way?" nyai Indrawati.
Qurratul Aini raised his face and looked at Nyai Indrawati.
"Mother agree I'm married to Master Izzul Islam?"
Nyai Indrawati smiled.
"Think, Son. All decisions are in your hands. Think carefully and ask God for guidance. I'm not telling you to. But it reminds you to reflect on what is weighing on your heart right now" Nyai Indrawati said. Qurratul Aini fell silent and lowered his face again.
Nyai Indrawati let out a long sigh. He rubbed the back of Qurratul Aini.
"Mom still remembers when your husband told you how sorry he was for being late to know Islam. But his passion for deepening religious knowledge was so great. To the extent that he hired a special teacher to teach him nahwu science. You don't need to ask her what she means. He wants to revive this boarding school. Like your current wish, as well as your mother's wish," Nyai Indrawati stopped her words. He turned back to Qurratul Aini.
"Listen to the fatwa of your heart, son. Which is more dominant. Pray and ask for directions," continued Nyai Indrawati while tapping the chest of Qurratul Aini with his index finger. Qurratul Aini nodded his head. Nyai Indrawati long yawn.
"Mom's going to the room first, son. Mother was sleepy," Nyai Indrawati said as she let go of her handrails. He then rose. Qurratul Aini followed him. He then took Nyai Indrawati to his room. Before entering his room, Nyai Indrawati kissed Qurratul Aini's forehead. Qurratul Aini replied by kissing Nyai Indrawati's hand.
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Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the car seemed crowded with laughter from Rianti, Jamila and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Every now and then, Fahmi who drives the car smiles. He was not focused on driving the car. Qurratul Aini's rejection of Master Izzul Islam's proposal gave him the opportunity to have the woman. But he felt bad if he had to seize the woman he wanted even if his proposal was rejected. He could not imagine if one day he came to visit the place of Master Izzul Islam with Qurratul Aini. Agh, it's impossible. He felt really bad even if he just imagined it. After all, not necessarily also Qurratul Aini likes it. He believes there are other considerations from Qurratul Aini so he rejected the proposal of Master Izzul Islam. He also could not have his heart.
Fahmi breathed slowly. He glanced towards the rearview above the head. Wanting to make sure Rianti and Jamila who were behind him did not pay attention to him.
"Calm down, Brother Master. We will find the best woman for Mr" Rianti said from behind with a smile. His hands were busy stuffing his phone into the bag on his lap.
"Here, don't talk about it anymore. I told you not to continue, but you also insist," said Master Izzul Islam without looking back. He seemed to be casually leaning his head on the car seat with a focused gaze forward.
"But frankly, I myself fit in well with Qurratul Aini. He was a gentle man. And one more thing, he really paid attention to the pesantren of his late father. It means he loves his religion. You yourself how, Rianti," said Jamila as she turned towards Rianti. Rianti smiled.
"If you don't agree, I might not have had the patience to shoot him. I totally agree" said Rianti.
The car he was riding finally reached the entrance to the boarding school. Fahmi honked the car horn as soon as he reached the gate of the house of Master Izzul Islam. Abdul Khalik immediately went out and opened the gate.
"Sir, I'll just go home. It's getting late" Fahmi said as he got out of the car.
"Loh, just don't hide here. Tomorrow the dawn prayer is over" said Rianti.
"No need, brother. There's work I haven't finished yet at home, too" Fahmi said. He then touched all three one by one.
"Yes, be careful on the road" said Master Izzul Islam. Fahmi. Then he got into his car.
"Come, Brother Tuan, Brother Rianti, Brother Jamila. Assalamulaikum," said Fahmi while raising his hand towards the three who were still standing to take his departure. The car that Fahmi drove then drove slowly left the residence of Master Izzul Islam.
A quiet atmosphere was visible throughout the journey. Accompanied by the shalawat he played, Fahmi nodded his head to the rhythm of shalawat. The more there, Fahmi's mind returned to the figure of Qurratul Aini. As an ordinary man, he admired the beauty of Qurratul Aini. He did not have much time to see the face of Qurratul Aini directly. It was only when he appeared with Rianti and Jamila and when he said goodbye. The rest he just lowered his head. But when Rianti told Qurratul Aini's answer to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam on the way home, he did not feel happy at all. Previously, he did feel something was wrong when he went to Nyai Indrawati's house earlier. Upon Rianti and Jamila's return from meeting Qurratul Aini in the dormitory, after waiting for them for quite a long time, he did not know what the outcome of their conversation was. Suddenly Rianti invited Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to say goodbye and just go home, without knowing what the outcome of their conversation. It turns out that the proposal of Master Izzul Islam was rejected by Qurratul Aini. And he was not at all unhappy. That's because of his condolences to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. He felt it impossible to marry a woman who rejected Master Izzul Islam. There were so many things that he considered that he had to force his heart to give up not to remember the figure of Qurratul Aini in his heart. This may be the answer of istikharah a few months ago. His discomfort to Master Teacher Izzul Islam made his heart seem to have its own answer. Forget about Qurratul Aini and look for another woman.
Fahmi gave a long sigh. He accelerated his car. After half an hour, he finally arrived at the gate of his house. Mr. Bayan who was chatting with some santri immediately opened the gate.
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