NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#126
Early in the morning Sulastri was sitting reading a magazine on the living room couch. There was something a little different in the living room today when Rianti came out of his room. The tablecloth that covers the living room table has been replaced with a blue batik motif. Munawarah was also seen entering with several jars containing various kinds of cakes. Surprisingly again, the coverings of the jars all wear fabrics of the same color and pattern as the tablecloths.
Sulastri took down a little of the magazine he was reading so that it only showed the top of his head and both eyes. He smiled seeing Rianti who looked astonished frowning.
Rianti approaching. Sulastri pretended not to see. He looks very happy reading a magazine.
"Just up?" sulastri asked as she sounded little Deheman Rianti. Rianti nodded. He still looks around. Munawarah came back to bring two cups of warm tea and put it on the table.
Rianti.
"Mom didn't wake Rianti. Rianti did not realize that he had fallen asleep again after the dawn prayer," said Rianti.
"Mom doesn't feel good when you wake you up. I think you're tired" Sulastri said. He took off the magazine in his hand and placed it beside him.
"Mom, what's going on. It's not like it used to be" Rianti said. Sulastri smiled.
"Unusually how," asked Sulastri as he continued to smile.
Rianti directed his gaze towards the table and the jars in front of him.
"All blue? Will there be any special guests today,?"
Sulastri smiled and nodded his head.
"Who, Mom," asked Rianti curiously.
Sulastri raised both eyebrows. He's still smiling.
"Master Izzul Islam," Sulastri said briefly. Rianti frowned back.
"Master Teacher Izzul Islam? In what order, ma'am,"
Sulastri thrust the tea on the table in front of Rianti. He then drank his tea.
"You clean the house. We will also ask for prayer, may we all avoid disaster and distress." Sulastri placed his teacup on the table.
"Dik Fahmi's coming home?"
"Maybe, but if your sister is busy, it's okay if she doesn't come" Sulastri said. He looked behind him and looked at the wall clock.
"It will be at nine, come on, you take a bath first, the Master will be hunted to come" Sulastri said. Rianti rubbed his eyes. He looks lazy. Instead of leaving, he leaned back and closed his eyes on the sofa. Seeing that, Sulastri got up and held onto Rianti's body.
"Let's not sleep again. In three days you have started work. Later the habit of sleeping at this hour," said Sulastri while pulling Rianti's hand to wake up. Rianti just smiled. He pretended to relax his body, causing Sulastri to force him into his room.
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Qurratul Aini was still silent in front of his mirror. His wet hair was left untouched. Her eyes still look puffy because of her crying last night.
There was no reply from Cristian after he contacted him early in the morning to meet again at the same place. At the Zamora restaurant. Maybe he doesn't want to see her anymore. Considering yesterday he was so disappointed with their meeting.
Qurratul Aini grabbed back his phone. He tried to contact Cristian, but there was no answer. Looks like Cristian still won't pick up his call.
Qurratul Aini closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly while opening his eyes. He nodded like he was encouraging himself. He got up and walked into the closet. Some clothes he put in the bag. The letter she wrote last night was placed on the dresser.
Qurratul Aini slowly opened the window curtain of his room which directly faced the yard of the house. The car is still parked in the yard. He hoped that the car keys would still hang in place. He believes his father made sure he would not dare to run away from home.
He had already gotten the green light from his mother to do what he thought was right. But not to run away from home. That's certain. His mother, who only spent all her time at home, would feel lonely if she decided to leave the house.
Qurratul Aini. He turned his body and leaned against the door. He closed his eyes. A difficult decision. He was the only child in the house. Qurratul Aini shook his head. What he planned was always not going well. There are obstacles that he faces. She had imagined her mother would sit like that through her days thinking of herself going somewhere. He felt unbearable. He went back to his bed and threw his body hard.
The sound of the door opening. Qurratul Aini. He saw Nyai Indrawati already standing in front of the door with her gentle smile. Slowly Nyai Indrawati approached him. Qurratul Aini thought, his plan today failed already.
"Where are you going, son" Nyai Indrawati said as she walked towards the dresser. Qurratul Aini. His mother's attention seemed to be directed towards the letter he placed prominently on the table. Nyai Indrawati was really interested in seeing the letter.
Nyai Indrawati took the letter. Qurratul Aini lowered his face.
"Where are you going, son," asked Nyai Indrawati shortly after sitting beside Qurratul Aini. He rubbed the head of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini. Nyai Indrawati has seen tears. Seeing his mother crying, Qurratul Aini immediately hugged him.
"Come, Ma. I just want to leave my father's orders. It's heavy, Mom. I couldn't keep his orders. It's really torturing me,"
Nyai Indrawati kissed Qurratul Aini's forehead. He tried to show his smile. Trying to encourage that what Qurratul Aini does will not be hindered.
"Go, but promise to come back. Maybe with that, your father's attitude can change" Nyai Indrawati said. Back Qurratul Aini hugged him tightly.
"But mom will be alone at home. I can't imagine my mother being sad about losing me,"
"No, I won't be sad as long as you promise to come back for me. Promise me, and I will let you go" Nyai Indrawati replied with a smile. Qurratul Aini let go of his embrace slowly. He held both of Nyai Indrawati's hands and kissed her. He nodded.
"I'll be back for mom. Aini promise," said Qurratul Aini. Her tears were dripping down Nyai Indrawati's palm. Nyai Indrawati smiled. He lifted the face of Qurratul Aini and wiped his tears.
"Go away, your dad hasn't come home yet. Be careful and take good care of yourself." Nyai Indrawati lifted the body of Qurratul Aini and took him out of the room.
"If you promise to come back again, I won't be sad. That's your mother's hope too. Let's just say that at this time you will go to search for knowledge to the other country." Nyai Indrawati embraces the body of Qurratul Aini. For a moment the two hugged tightly.
"Now hurry in before your father comes home. Don't cry anymore" Nyai Indrawati said. He opened the car door and told Qurratul Aini to come in. Qurratul Aini smiled and started to start the engine of his car.
Nyai Indrawati waved her hand as soon as the car that was driven by Qurratul Aini had come out of the gate of the house. He tried to keep his smile, until when the car was gone from his sight, his tears flowed back. His only son had left him. But he has to learn to take it. Qurratul Aini had been a good boy since childhood by following the entire rules of Master Faeshal. Rules that sometimes exceed what Qurratul Aini is capable of. She understood very well that Qurratul Aini had been so distressed by her husband's radical attitude in every way, yet weak in anything else. Including letting Qurratul Aini bring his own car.
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Mr. Jamal was so furious when he found out, the video he sent last night was not sent. After waking up from his sleep, the first thing he was looking for was a reply and response from Rianti regarding the delivery of the video. He was so angry and took it out by kicking whatever he found in front of him.
"Devil you, Jeri. You've been lying to me. You tricked me by giving me a fake number. Look out for you" said Jamal angrily as he began searching for Jeri's number on his phone.
"Hello, you son of a bitch. How dare you deceive me,"
"Sorry, Sir. I don't understand what you mean" Jeri replied, heard from across the street. Pak Jamal's eyes glared sharply.
"Don't pretend not to understand. If it's not because the number you gave is wrong, the video has been sent today" Jamal said. His breath sounded thunderous.
"I'll resend the number, sir. Please check again," Jeri said after a moment of silence. Mr. Jamal sighed in annoyance. Then he sat on his bed. After a while of waiting, a short message appeared on his phone screen.
082333456011
Mr. Jamal checked the number on Rianti's behalf in the contact room. He begins to match it with the number that Jeri sent. He sighed in annoyance and scratched his head hard. There was one different number on the number he recorded last night. He typed wrong.
"How, Sir." A text message from Jeri. Jamal sir didn't reply. He was busy re-recording the number that Jeri had sent. After that, he threw his body back on his bed.