NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#108/Fifteen Years Later
Day change day. It doesn't feel like year after year has passed. Memories after memories that have passed have been swallowed up by an age that is so rapidly changing.
In a big blue house.
Sulastri rubbed his hair back. For a long time he looked at the wrinkles on his forehead. Alternately pay attention to the gray hair that is also seen in the front of the hair. Sulastri. 50 Years old is now. I don't feel like time goes by. Day by day it feels so short. Evening too. Sulastri now feels that he is in the moment, where he begins to feel tired. The burdens of the past and the various activities of busyness that he has lived for many years, it is time he let go. He felt trust and all the ideals of the late Yulian Wibowo had done as he could to reach the top of the plenary. His age had now entered the head of five, leading him to a longing. Desire to meet Yulian Wibowo.
In that big house he felt lonely. Rayhan and Farida, both of whom have become teenagers and choose to follow in the footsteps of Fahmi studying at the boarding school Qudwatusshalihin Tuan Guru Izzul Islam. Fahmi himself is completing his S1 education at TGH University. El-Nuh, which is under the auspices of the qudwatusshalihin boarding school. He is now a confidant of Master Izzul Islam.
Rahima, her best friend, passed away five years ago. Following Ahmad a year later. At the guard post, now there is only Bayan sir and his personal driver Mr. Mustarah and Masku, nephew of Mr. Bayan, who was invited by Mr. Bayan accompanied him at the guard post. Four years ago, Mr. Bayan asked to be married to Munawarah. The land behind the house has been freed and he has built several official houses for employees who do not have a home. Only sir mustarah who has occupied the official house. Mr. Bayan himself still he told to stay in the main house and occupy the space next to the house with his wife, Munawarah.
The company he now leads has grown rapidly. Even some business branches have now penetrated into several provincial regions in Indonesia. His achievements are now even far past the leadership of Yulian Wibowo. But he felt it was time to take off the burden he was now carrying. After graduation, Fahmi he will pull home and replace his position. And of course, the most exciting news at this time is, tomorrow Rianti will breathe free air after getting a special remission, because it has contributed to the country during his sentence. He was actively involved in all activities in the prison and behaved well so that it became an example for other prisoners. He's been getting a prisoner's cut for five years. He hopes that Rianti and Fahmi will be able to unite and continue what is a symbol of their family.
Sulastri smiled. I can't wait for morning. He wants to pick up Rianti right away. Rianti's not going anywhere. Rianti will stay in that house with him.
Lonely night. Only the sound of the clock ticking broke the silence. Occasionally there was the sound of coughing bi Aisyah in the side room. It's 12 o'clock at night. Sulastri stepped slowly towards his bed. After a moment of looking at Yulian Wibowo's photo, he broke down and hid it under his warm blanket.
* * * * *
Rianti stood glued in a spacious room painted blue. In the room there are long shelves containing large books with Arabic script. On top of those long shelves, rows of beautiful calligraphy adorned the walls of the room. I don't know, he suddenly heard someone calling his name until his footsteps stopped in the room. But, there was no one he met in the room. Sheep and make her hair stand up. Especially when the door closes itself. There was only one light that illuminated the room. And the lamp seemed to be deliberately placed on top of one of the calligraphy.
Rianti. One of the calligraphy lined up on the wall above the bookshelf, caught his attention. Unlike other calligraphy that reads black ink, caligfari one was written in gold ink with a larger size. It's exquisite. Coupled with the lighting that focused on highlighting towards the calligraphy, it made him more interested and closer. He watched her for a long time like he was painting her back in his mind.
Treeet...
Rianti turned her body. He was still waiting for who was opening the door. His breath was stifled and his chest was pounding. The sound of footsteps approached him.
A woman is seen standing at the end of the shelf. Rianti scrunched his forehead. He tried to look carefully at the figure of the woman hooded not far in front of him.
The woman moved her legs slowly towards Rianti. Rianti was still waiting. Until the woman was in front of him, she opened the green turban she used to cover her head and face.
Rianti smiled. The previously tense face instantly turned cheerful when he saw the female face behind the green turban.
"Mother?" Rianti. The woman nodded and smiled. The green turban in his hand then he put it on Rianti's neck. The woman then held Rianti's hand and invited him out without speaking a word.
"Rianti, wake up, Rianti. Rianti."
"Astaghfirullah's. It's a dream, '" said Rianti. Then he woke up. Jamila immediately took him a glass of water and drank it into Rianti's mouth.
"What a dream do you have, it sounds like you're calling Ms. Sulastri" Jamila said. Rianti Sighs. He began to recall the dream he had just experienced.
"I'm mom's dream, but it's weird, I'm not talking." Rianti looked towards both of his shoulders.
"Mother also had a green turban around my neck,"
Jamila smile. After putting the drink glass on the table, he sat down again near Rianti. Jamila rubbed Rianti's back.
"That's the meaning of your freedom tomorrow, Rianti. Be thankful, for tomorrow you will breathe the air of your freedom. Once in a while, come see me. I will miss you very much, Rianti," Jamila said with a smile. But the twinkle of sadness in his eyes could not hide how hard he parted with Rianti after a long life in prison. Rianti grabbed Jamila's body and hugged her tightly.
"Patience, Jamila. In five years you will be free too. I'll never forget you, Jamila. You are one of the most important people in my life. If it were not for you, I would probably never have been able to read the Qur'an. I will always visit you. Be patient until that time comes" said Rianti rubbing Jamila's back. Jamila nodded her head. His hold on Rianti's body grew tighter. Both crying broke.
* * * * *
Meanwhile. In a gazebo, on the beach, Mr. Efendi and Mr. Jamal Wobowo appear to be leaning back while enjoying the strains of music on the beach manager's stel. Beachgoers had already disbanded. The clock has now shown at 3 p.m. Mr. Efendi poured wine into his glass and gulped it down. The cigarette in his hand was thrown away.
Mr. Jamal. If it is true that tomorrow is the day of Rianti's freedom, then you are the first person Rianti should look up to. Mr. Jamal should be able to persuade him to come home with you. I have a big house in the Jerowaru area. Rianti can stay there for a while until his company can be taken back from the hands of Sulastri," said Mr. Efendi. Mr. Jamal nodded his head. Cigarettes that have their mouth on their suction hard.
"Sure, it must be Mr. Efendi. That's why I'm still staying here. If necessary, tomorrow I'll leave here to pick up Rianti" Jamal said. He smiles. He was sure, this time would succeed in persuading Rianti.
"By the way, Mr. Yulian's company is getting bigger, Mr. Jamal. The woman managed to make the company open branches everywhere. He's really following in Mr. Yulian's footsteps. Even he managed to defeat Mr. Yulian as one of the influential people in the region," said Mr. Jamal. He poured the drink into an empty glass in front of Jamal's pack.
"Yes, I don't deny that. It was precisely that that discouraged me from retaking the company. Until death I won't calm down if the company doesn't work out,"
Mr. Efendi smiled.
"The bottom line, all that can be done if Mr. Jamal successfully affects Rianti. Remember, Mr. Jamal. In a subtle way," said Mr. Efendi full of emphasis.
Mr. Jamal nodded his head.
The music slowly shrinks. Far away there, the sound of tarhim was heard replacing. The sound of chicken also began to sound simple. Mr. Efendi and Mr. Jamal agreed to leave the place.