NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#125
Nyai Indrawati sat Qurratul Aini on the side of the bed. He immediately closed the door. Qurratul Aini was still speechless with a blank look staring at the floor of the room. Her cheeks were flushed from Master Faeshal's slap. No crying came out. His body was completely solemn' in silence.
Nyai Indrawati approached and sat beside Qurratul Aini. He brought the body of Qurratul Aini closer and rested it on his body. The head of Qurratul Aini kissed him gently.
"I'm sorry your father, son. Maybe he's a khilaf." Nyai Indrawati. Qurratul Aini smiled.
"It's okay, Mom. Children need to hear what parents say. The child cannot argue even if he is right" said Qurratul Aini. He smiled wryly. His gaze was now weak towards the wall of the room. Nyai Indrawati rubs slowly hair Qurratul Aini. As a mother, she tried to explore what her son was feeling. Ever since her husband betrothed her to Master Teacher Izzul Islam, the previously cheerful smile of Qurratul Aini, had now turned bland. He knew, Qurratul Aini was trying to take his father's orders. And he knew at this time the only princess of his puppet was being tormented inwardly.
"Son, tell mom what you want to tell me."
Qurratul Aini. Still with his head resting on Nyai Indrawati's body, he looked at Nyai Indrawati weakly. He smiles. Desperate smile. Even if his mother understood what he was feeling right now, but he had no power like himself. All this time he tried to hide what he really felt, because he did not want his burden to be borne by his mother. But a mother's feelings always first understand without having to be told.
"Can you help?" ask Qurratul Aini. He smiled back. Nyai Indrawati returned the gaze of Qurratul Aini. Both of his eyes were twinkling. His tears came out first rather than words. He clutched the body of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini is right. He won't be able to do anything either. But at least, he hoped, his embrace could calm the heart of Qurratul Aini a little.
"Mom can't help you, son. You yourself know how your father is. I know you don't want this match." Nyai Indrawati raised the head of Qurratul Aini. He stared fixedly at the eyes of Qurratul Aini with tears. The hair of Qurratul Aini that decomposes randomly in neatennya. He sighed long. Resignedly.
"Do what you think is best, son. I will close my eyes and ears. Do it if you think it's right and you can take responsibility. I don't want to see you unhappy" Nyai Indrawati said. Qurratul Aini stared silently at his mother. Like trying to make up his mother's words. Nyai Indrawati gave a small nod and smiled. Qurratul Aini embraces the body of Nyai Indrawati. His tears that had not wanted to be released finally spilled. He was crying as much as he could. Both of them were in tears.
The night was late. A quiet atmosphere enveloped.
In the backyard of the Zamora restaurant. In the usual place. At the end of the gazebo, Efendi sir, Jamal sir and Jeri were enjoying their long night. From where they sat, some of the maids who served the night looked cool karaoke while dancing. The dangdut music that seduced Jamal sir to join wagging his head and body. Jeri who was forced to accompany them since isya' was seen yawning sleepily. He had not had the opportunity to ask permission to leave. Fear of disturbing both. I don't know, since meeting with Rianti after Friday, he began to be uncomfortable sitting for long with both of them.
"Come, finish the drink, Jeri," said Mr. Efendi as he patted Jeri hard on the thigh. Jeri who did not realize before was shocked.
"Enough, Sir. Ee..," Jeri stared at the faces of the two alternately in the dim night. He still doubts.
"Sir, if there is nothing else I will do, I permit a break. Tomorrow I have to work, sir," said Jeri ventured after a long period of hesitation.
Back, Efendi patted his thigh.
"You still owe me, Jeri. The eighty million you took was not worth the information you provided. When you stop, the decision is in my hands" Jamal said after downing the drink that Jeri poured. Jeri sighed softly. Apparently Mr. Jamal already knew he wanted to quit his job.
"But, Sir,"
"There's no buts. You brought back my two-five million. Then you can go" said Jamal. He looks upset. Jeri lowered her head.
"But, I have to promise you, you won't involve me in this business" Jeri said. Jamal smiled.
"If you continue to follow my orders, that's my guarantee not to involve you. You can keep my promise" said Jamal. He turned towards Efendi, who was still shaking his head. Jeri rubbed her face. He doesn't know how to convince himself that Jamal can really hold his word.
"What time is Efendi. Can we start the show?" ask Jamal sir. Mr. Efendi raised his left hand and glanced at his watch.
"It's three o'clock. I think it's time, sir," said Mr. Efendi. Mr. Efendi immediately took the ponsenya. He then checked out some videos in his mobile gallery. He smiles.
"We made up the title, Mr. Efendi," said Mr. Jamal. Mr. Efendi was silent for a moment. She smiles.
"The son of a perverted businessman" said Efendi, flicking his finger. Mr. Jamal laughed out loud.
"Ok, then let's watch the rocket launch together. Start counting from three," said Jamal enthusiastically. His phone he took off below so Jeri and Efendi sir could see it. He then presses the share button on the phone screen. After finding Rianti's whatsup number, he looked at the two.
"Three, two, one" said Jamal and Efendi. Jeri just fell silent. He shook his head. His regret is too late. He was too rash to give the video to Jamal sir. All he had in mind right now was Rianti. He feels guilty. Somehow, how will Rianti feel later when he sees the video. Rice has become porridge. He has no power to stop Jamal and Efendi sir. The video has been sent. Fuck you, Jeri! It's in the heart.
"Campus you, Rianti. As soon as you wake up, you will cry and cry for help" cried Jamal full of joy.
Mr. Efendi poured the drink into three glasses in front of them. Mr. Jamal and Mr. Efendi simultaneously raised him. Jeri just fell silent. Jamal sir kicked Jeri's leg.
"Thank your glass, we're toast" said Mr. Jamal. With great force, Jeri raised his glass weakly and put it together with the glass belonging to Jamal sir and Efendi sir.