NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#129
Qurratul Aini's smile expands when he sees the key hanging on the door of room number 5. Like smoke that soars into space and then disappears in the wind. That was how he felt at this moment, when all his sadness and heartbreak was instantly gone once he was at the door of the room, where he often spent his time with Cristian. He can smell Cristian's perfume. Her happiness is in that room. Her tears were about to spill, but she kept holding him back. He wanted to spill it later while hugging Cristian's body.
Qurratul Aini knocked on the door. There were footsteps approaching. The door opened slowly. The tears of Qurratul Aini flowed profusely when he saw Cristian standing behind the door. Cristian smiles. Her tears are flowing. For a moment, he could only look at the Qurratul Aini in front of him. Seeing that, Qurratul Aini immediately embraced Cristian.
"Where have you been, Aini. I'd almost be crazy if you hadn't come today" said Cristian, kissing the face and hair of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini further tightened his embrace. Cristian's head grabbed him and unceasingly kissed both of his cheeks. Cristian's heartbeat was like a clash with his heartbeat.
"I know, Cristian. I-i know. That's why I came to see you. Now, take me wherever you want. I cannot live with you" isaac Qurratul Aini.
"Is this really what I hear? Aren't you entertaining me? Don't tell me after this we have to learn to forget each other. Those words were like sharp daggers piercing my heart. How could I possibly forget you after being with you for so many years. No Aini. No," said Cristian.
Qurratul Aini let go of his embrace. He held Cristian's face and rubbed it. Cristian's face looked pale. Eyeshadow. It seemed like he had gone through his night with long cries and sadness. Qurratul Aini kissed Cristian's soft lips. For a while the two lips poked at each other. Like trying to suck the sadness in each other's hearts.
"Package. I am ready to travel far away with you" said Qurratul Aini. Cristian smiles. He then pulled the hand of Qurratul Aini into the room.
Meanwhile. Below. Among the grove of waru trees in front of the restaurant, Zaebon managed to capture the moment of Qurratul Aini meeting with Cristian through his cellphone camera. He deliberately brought his ordered drinks under the waru tree which directly faced the upper rooms of the second floor of the restaurant, after making sure the woman he was looking for was not in the restaurant and the Gazebo at the back of the restaurant. The choice is just that. If you are not eating food or spending time in the backyard gazebo, visitors must be in the second floor room of the restaurant. Nothing changed from the restaurant after a year ago, he and six boarding school officials forcibly picked up two students who were perverting at the place. And he did not have to bother anymore to find the whereabouts of the woman. The video he recorded was enough as his report to Master Izzul Islam.
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Mr. Jamal was shocked and woke up from his sleep when the sound of his phone ringing loudly at full volume. He held his head which still felt dizzy. He cursed long when his phone did not stop ringing.
"Hello," cried Jamal while throwing his body back on the bed. He did not get to see the caller's name on his phone screen. He almost went back to sleep if the opposite caller who was none other than Mr. Efendi did not shout to call him.
Realizing that the one who called him was Efendi, Jamal immediately woke up and leaned his body on the wall of the room. Call volume is increased.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Efendi. I thought it was Jeri. What is it, sir," said Jamal smilingly.
"How can you be successful if you sleep on, Mr. Jamal. Rizki Pak Jamal was hunting at the chicken patuk," said Mr. Efendi from the opposite direction.
Jamal smiled.
"Ah, Mr. Efendi could have. Anything important, sir?"
"I just wanted to ask you about the video we sent last night, Mr. Jamal. How, has there been a response from Rianti,"
Mr. Jamal sighed. He was a little hesitant to tell Mr. Efendi. For a moment he was silent.
"Hello," said Mr. Efendi after a while Mr. Jamal did not give a response.
"Hello, Mr. Efendi,"
"Loh, I was asked to be quiet. How's Jamal's sir,"
Back, Jamal sighed.
"That's what pisses me off. The video wasn't sent, Mr. Efendi. Jeri's number is wrong,"
"Well, how could that be, Jamal sir,"
"It's my fault, Mr. Efendi. I have the wrong number. Error of one number. But Jeri has sent the correct number" replied Jamal. He smiled back to himself.
"Keep, the video has been sent again, sir?"
"Okay, same, Jamal sir. But don't have to sleep until this afternoon. I'm a businessman, Jamal sir. If from this cooperation I do not get anything, well, you do not want me to have to stop it," said Mr. Efendi. His tone sounded annoyed. Jamal looks panicked. He improved his sitting position.
"Don't do that, Efendi sir. Patience slightly. I guarantee you, with this video, we can blackmail Rianti into handing over one of his companies to us,"
"I want to work fast, Jamal sir. I've spent a lot of money to help Jamal sir. If this does not work, I doubt Mr. Jamal can repay Jamal's loan. I could lose big, Mr. Jamal,"
"Beres, Mr. Efendi. Don'worry. I would..., hello, hello..., brash! Agh!"
Mr. Jamal slammed his phone on the bed when he realized Mr. Efendi had turned off his call. He was silent for a moment. Mr. Efendi's words messed with his mind. He owes a lot to Efendi. The only hope is the result of his efforts to blackmail Rianti. If he fails, he has nothing to pay his debts. He is no longer employed after being fired at an import export company in Singapore. The needs of his life in Indonesia are almost entirely the responsibility of Efendi sir.
Aghs! Mr. Jamal squeezed his hair hard.
Jamal sir took back his phone. He opened his HP gallery. After writing a few words, he then sent them to Rianti's whatsup number.
* * * * *
"This will be sprinkled throughout the room. If the water runs out, it can be added again," said Mr. Guru Izzul Islam after praying for water in a bottle. Sulastri immediately picked it up and closed it.
"Don't forget. Don't believe me or this water is what makes this house safe. Me and the water that has been prayed for is only an intermediary. The only true protector is Allah Swt" said Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri nodded his head.
The clinking sound of the cup due to Rianti's two shaking hands, was heard to attract the attention of the people in the living room. Rianti had already tried to calm himself down, but the tighter he held the container, the more his hands trembled. I don't know, he seems to have been carried away by the atmosphere created by Sulastri before. He felt that everything Sulastri did today was about him and Mr. Izzul Islam. He felt the same way when he was growing up. A clumsy feeling mixed with fear when meeting people he admires. But is it true that the feeling he now feels is the same feeling he used to feel? The closer to Master Izzul Islam, the more limp his body felt. Especially if Master Izzul Islam to look at him.
Sulastri and mr. bayan turned. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam himself, because his seat is in the direction of the place where Rianti appeared, he could see Rianti walking rigidly towards the living room. The chest of Master Izzul Islam immediately thumped. Seeing Rianti in his all-blue outfit reminds him of his dream fifteen years ago. The shadow of the blue hooded woman batik motif in her dream, real embodied in Rianti.
"Here you go, God. Here comes the blue hooded woman batik motif, "inner Master Izzul Islam.
Sulastri got up and welcomed Rianti's arrival. A tray filled with glasses in Rianti's hand immediately grabbed it and placed it in front of Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri gestured for Rianti to sit down. Master Izzul Islam bowed his head. It started to go wrong. Now he felt so heavy lifting his head. He who was used to speaking in front of a crowd, now seemed to have lost his guts.
"Mom, I think I want to go to the post first. The gate had not been closed, I was afraid that a dog would come in" said Mr. Bayan.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Bayan," Sulastri said.
"Master, come on." Master Teacher Izzul Islam smilingly nodded his head. He just lifted his face for a while and then looked back down.
For a moment the atmosphere became silent when Mr. Bayan had left the room. Both Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, Sulastri and Rianti were silent. There was only the sound of the clock ticking and the sound of AC in the room. The words that Sulastri had prepared and were already at the end of his tongue, had suddenly become difficult to pronounce. Especially when you see Master Izzul Islam who is still down while playing with his fingers.
Sulastri turned to look at Rianti who had rubbed some sweat on his forehead. Sulastri smiled. He is sure to have met Master Izzul Islam with his soul mate. If not because there is a vibration in the hearts of both of them, of course they will not be embarrassed and that ugly.
Sulastri. He looked at Master Izzul Islam.
"Please drink the coffee, Mr. Guru," said Sulastri invited Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to drink his coffee.
Master Izzul Islam was surprised and turned around. He woke up from his clinging. He smiles.
"I'm sorry, did Miss Sulastri talk to me?" ask Master Izzul Islam. Sulastri and Rianti smiled.
"The coffee, Master Teacher,"
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Thank you, ma'am," said Master Izzul Islam. He lifted the coffee cup in front of him and drank it. When about to put back the coffee glass on the table, the view of Master Izzul Islam leads to the face of Rianti who at the same time raised his face and looked at Master Izzul Islam. Master Izzul Islam was silent. The two eyes collided like they wanted to tell each other. Master Izzul Islam seems to have lost everything. And the thief is a blue hooded woman batik motif. It is true what Ibn Arabi said; the cruel one is a woman's eye. If he sees you with his eyes, you will lose everything, and you can only smile.