NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#131
"You take a shower first. When you're done, wake up mom. Mom, I'm gonna take a break. I'm so tired" said Sulastri when he got to the room. He took off his hand. He then turned Rianti's body against him. Rianti's veil on the loose slowly. Rianti's hair that covered her right ear in her singsingkannya. He smiled when he saw the mole under Rianti's ear. Rianti smiled. For a moment the two looked at each other. A look of happiness emanated from the faces of the two.
"You are worthy of Master Izzul Islam. Pretty, like a bule. Beautiful here, and here too," Sulastri said as she placed her index finger on Rianti's nose and chest. Rianti smiled. Sulastri rubbed Rianti's hair and kissed her forehead. After that he stepped onto the bed and threw out his body. Rianti folded back her hijab and placed it on the dresser. After that, he stepped into the bathroom.
Sulastri evaporated long. The water in the bathroom was like licking it. His eyes looked towards the ceiling of the room, slowly starting to dim.
Sulastri sighed in annoyance. Just as he was sleeping, the sound of shaking hp on the table startled him. Sulastri rubbed his forehead. His head feels dizzy. He tried to close his eyes again. But this time I can't. It was like he had flown far away.
Sulastri nodded back. Slowly he got up. He turned to the table, where his phone and Rianti's phone were placed. He grabbed his phone and checked the short message. Blank.
Sulastri laid his body back. For a moment he was silent. He so thought of the message that went into Rianti's phone. It made his eyes more awake. Suddenly he was curious. Let's not say that's a message from Master Izzul Islam. Inner curious.
Sulastri smiled. He wakes up and picks up Rianti's cell phone. He looked towards the bathroom. The shower is usually long. He won't be able to catch her opening his phone.
"What no. Just once" Sulastri said with a smile. He started checking out some of the messages. Latest messages are on whatsup Rianti.
"The son of a perverted businessman".
Sulastri's forehead frowned deeply. Chests pounding. Breath restrained. As soon as he opened the message, the faces of Rianti and Castella instantly appeared. He did not want to play the video yet. Just looking at the cover, made his chest feel tight.
"Yes, God. Whose actions are these," Sulastri fretted.
Sulastri turned his gaze towards the message below the video.
"This video I will spread, if you do not want to fulfill my request. Don't linger. Call me right away after reading this message.
Sulastri. The sender of the message did not include his name. Looking at the delivery time, the video message seemed to have been sent an hour ago. Precisely when they were talking in the living room with Master Izzul Islam. The second message that just came in, probably because Rianti has not responded.
Sulastri turned to the bathroom. Rianti can't know about this. Do not let the happiness he just felt disappear just like that and change sadness. He had to figure out a way to keep the video from getting widespread. Especially if it is known to the great family of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. The sender of the video must also be tracked immediately. He needs a friend. He immediately remembered Mr. Sahril.
Sulastri stood up immediately. She took her headscarf and immediately left the room.
An anxious heartbeat and chest pounding accompanied Sulastri's hurried footsteps out of the house towards the guard post. Mr. Mustarah and Mr. Bayan who was sleeping looked shocked when he saw Sulastri was already standing in front of them. Both of them immediately woke up.
"Sir, let's get the car out. We'll go to Doyan Medaran's diner for a second. We pray and eat there later" Sulastri said. Mr. Mustarah immediately put up his clothes and immediately started the car parked next to the guard post. Mr. Bayan looks surprised to see the face of Sulastri who looks pale. Shortly after, the car left the house.
"Sir."
Mr. Bayan who was about to continue his afternoon break turned his head. Rianti was seen outside the guard post. Mr. Bayan rushed out to meet Rianti.
"Yes, Non,"
"Where's mom, sir?"
Mr. Bayan scratched his head.
"He said he wanted to go to the restaurant, Non," replied Mr. Bayan.
"House to eat?" rianti. He scrunched his forehead. Tumben Sulastri left without telling him first. So important was his business that he didn't have time to wait for him to finish his bath? He was wrong to bring HP. Inner Rianti. Rianti looked at Mr. Bayan.
"Didn't Mom say what it was about?"
"Sir, Non. I think mom was in a hurry. Maybe there's an important affair all of a sudden, Non,"
Rianti was silent for a moment lowering his face. Trying to guess the important business what makes Sulastri suddenly disappear. He sighed again and looked at Mr. Bayan.
"Continue your rest, sir. I want to go in" said Rianti.
"Please, Non."
Rianti turned her body and stepped towards the house. The weather was hot afternoon. The sun really dominates up there. The leaves of the Tabebuya tree fell and scattered in the yard of the house.
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Sulastri, Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama were seen sitting in one of the gazebos on the river bank. All three looked silent bowing their heads. Sulastri who was still anxious and anxious, like he was not calm in his sitting. Sometimes he walked by the river and sat back down. The cold drink that Retno served in front of her was just stirred. He was not eating, even though he was hungry. What he had just witnessed really messed with his mind. He told Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama everything. Both are still looking for a way out. He was afraid the mysterious sender was hunted to spread the video.
"Seeing the text, I remain suspicious, this is all the work of Mr. Jamal. He still doesn't accept if it's Sulastri's mom who took over the company. But the question is, where did he get this video, if not from people who have been close to Non Rianti," said Mr. Sahril restarted the conversation after a moment of silence. Mr. Pratama nodded his head justifying Mr. Sahril's words.
"Attent, Sir. I just remember, after Friday, Rianti the arrival of Jeri. Is he not the one who spread it?" sulastri.
"It could be, Mom. As far as I know, Jeri is Non Rianti's right hand. Could have been, ma'am," Mr. Sahril's response was serious. It was as if he had found a bright spot.
"But? Looking at Jeri's changed appearance, I doubt it, sir,"
"I mean mother?"
"It looks Islamic. Not like the old Jeri,"
"We must be kind enough, Mom. But we should suspect him. Any means people can use for their sake."
"If I could propose. What if I call the owner of that number. Make the person think that Non Rianti is the one who called him" Pratama said. Sulastri turned towards Sahril.
"I agree with Mr. Pratama's proposal, ma'am. We just need information about that guy. That way we can figure out a way to deal with it" Mr Sahril said. Sulastri nodded small. He took the phone in front of him. After a moment of waiting for the other person to raise his call, a heavy voice from the opposite direction sounded.
"Hello, father's nephew. How are you, son. Have you seen the video?" said the man across. His laughter sounded painful to the ears. Sulastri turned towards Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama who seemed to whisper to each other.
"Sorry who," Sulastri said as he tried to imitate Rianti's style of speech. If it was Jamal, he sure wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"I am this, your Father, Mr. Jamal Wibowo," replied Mr. Jamal in a firm tone and sounded rather loud. He seemed to want to hear that he was on the wind right now.
"Why do you do this. You are at all father's brother. Where is the conscience of the father," said Sulastri with a tone no less loud.
"Hey, Rianti. I've been asking you to talk well, but you don't appreciate me at all. I just want you to take your rights from that woman*****, but you're pretentious to have changed and chose to be hostile with me. Now you should know who you're dealing with." Jamal stopped his words for a moment. It seems like he is thinking of something.
"But I can still be kind to you, Rianti. I only ask that you hand over the pearl company that is in Segui to me. I promise I'll delete the video right away" Jamal said. His tone slowly decreased. Sulastri. He alternately looked at Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama.
Mr. Sahril asked for the phone from Sulastri.
"Hello, Mr. Jamal. This is with Mr. Sahril."
Nothing could be heard from across the street.
"Hello. Mr. Jamal. Is Jamal still there?" repeat mr. Sahril call.
"I have nothing to do with you, Mr. Sahril. And don't think I'm afraid you're involved in helping Rianti fight me,"
"I have no business you fear or not, Mr. Jamal. I'm only obligated to look after Mr. Yulian's family and his assets from crocodiles like Mr. Jamal,"
"Bad you are, Sahril. Basic sycophant. Remember, all of you have deceived me by pretending to be Rianti. I'm sure the actor was there too. Female base******," said Jamal angrily.
"Let's finish well, Mr. Jamal. Remember, Non Rianti is your nephew. He's the son of the father's siblings,"
"Fuck all that. Ever since he fired me for trusting you more, I've cut off my fraternity. And don't expect me to soften for such an old-fashioned reason. I'm going to keep spreading the video" Jamal said. Mr. Sahril shook his head.
"Sir Jamal knows what the consequences are if you insist on spreading the video? Mr. Jamal will be ensnared in pornography laws. Think about it, Mr. Jamal. Don't let Mr. Jamal languish in prison. Or it could be a lifetime if I bring back the old case of Mr. Jamal," Mr. Sahril said.
"I don't care anymore, Sahril. What's in my head right now is that I want all of Yulian Wibowo's family to be destitute and miserable. Including followers. So don't threaten me again."
Jamal's sir broke off the conversation. The three looked at each other. Mr. Jamal seems to no longer care about what he does. Sulastri was getting anxious. Her tears look out. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama both sighed.
"I can't imagine how Rianti felt when he saw this video, sir. I don't want him to get hurt after fifteen years in prison. He had suffered for too long," Sulastri said beginning to sigh in his tears. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama can only be silent. They really feel like they can't do anything. Mr. Sahril sighed and shook his head.
"The decision is in the hands of mother and Non Rianti. We can only help imprison Jamal if he's proven to be spreading the video." Mr. Sahril sighed with his guilt. It was the only way out that he could offer a while to Sulastri.
"That means Rianti has to see this video?" sulastri. Mr. Sahril nodded. Sulastri shook his head rejecting Mr. Sahril's opinion.
"There's no other way, ma'am. It was the past of non Rianti. We hope non Rianti steadfastly face it to save the family marwah," said Mr. Sahril.
The ringing of the cell phone is heard again. Sulastri glanced at the mobile phone. His name is on the phone screen. Rianti called. Sulastri wiped her tears. For a moment he tried to calm himself.
"Yes, son,"
"Mother where. I didn't say I was going. Hp his taker again," said Rianti from across. Sulastri's tears came back rushing to hear Rianti's spoiled tone. She could not imagine her cheerful face in an instant would turn moody. Her marriage to the Master Teacher Izzul Islam will also be threatened to fail. But he still tried to keep his tone as if nothing had happened. He did not want Rianti to suspect.
"There's a little business at the diner, son. Mom's coming home soon,"
"Snap, Mom. Rianti doesn't feel at home if there's no mother,"
"Well, this is my mother going home" Sulastri said. He hung up the phone. He let out a long sigh and raised his face.
"We'll both find a way out, ma'am. I and Mr. Pratama will first look for the whereabouts of Mr. Jamal. Hopefully Mr. Jamal's heart can be a little more softened" said Mr. Sahril. He then asked for a cell phone in Rianti's hand. He then recorded Jamal's number.
"Please try, sir. I don't know yet whether I can tell Rianti this matter" Sulastri said expectantly. The phone in front of Mr. Sahril grabbed him and put him in his bag. He got up and went home.
The Lycan Hypersport car carrying Sulastri was on the road. Sulastri deliberately told Mr. Mustarah not too fast to drive his car. Now he is wrong in his emergency. On one side of his heart did not want to meet Rianti because he felt unable to see the cheerful face of Rianti who would soon turn sad. But on the other hand, he also could not bear Rianti waiting for him too long.
"Yes, God. The temptation comes again. Give us strength and victory, O God," Sulastri prayed in his heart. His lips began to commute reciting all the miserings that flashed on his head. The hope is only one, God will grant his prayers to prevent the evil intentions of Mr. Jamal.
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