NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#136
Sulastri still laid his body with his head facing towards the living room window. Hot steam that bounces on the surface of the paving block of the yard is clearly visible from where it lies. The tabebuya trees in the courtyard of the house have molested. Just leaving a trunk like a dead embankment. The weather in September is so hot. He could only spend time alone in the house. Most of the tasks in the office he had left to Rianti. Rianti himself has not returned home on his first day at the office. He was used to spending time at home with Rianti. And he himself is still imagined a big test that will be blocked at the beginning of Rianti's steps later. His fear of Rianti's past obscene videos will spread, becoming a topic that always fills his mind when he is alone. Although Rianti himself was indifferent and did not mind the video at all, but he still could not imagine how later the public's bad opinions about Rianti, alternating in his ears.
The sound of a cell phone ringing sounded from the direction of the room. Sulastri. He still lifted his body from the bed. The phone in the room kept ringing. He let out a rough sigh and wriggled a few times before finally getting up and stepping lazily towards his room.
"Master Teacher?" sigh Sulastri when he saw the name of Master Izzul Islam flickering on the screen of his cellphone. Sulastri's chest instantly thumped. Sulastri immediately picked up his phone.
"Assalamualaikum, Master Teacher,"
"Waalaikum salam." Sulastri frowned when a female voice came from across. It turns out that it is not Master Izzul Islam, but Nyai Mustiani.
"Eh, Nyai Ma'am. Sorry, I guess Master Teacher," Sulastri said while blushing in shame himself.
"It's okay, Mom. It is precisely I who must apologize for interrupting mother's rest" replied Nyai Mustiani from the opposite direction.
"There's something I can help you with, Miss Nyai,"
"Look, Miss Sulastri. Well, so it's not good, Miss Sulastri. By the way, by phone" Nyai Mustiani said. Sulastri smiled.
"It's okay, Miss Nyai. Please continue,"
"It's about the mother's son, Nak Rianti." Sulastri's heart is pounding. Hearing Rianti's name being called someone else, always directing his mind to the video. He was afraid that the video had already been spread and Nyai Mustiani had known about it.
"Yes, Miss Nyai. What's wrong with my son?" sulastri said in a soft tone. For a moment Nyai Mustiani fell silent. Sulastri waited anxiously.
"So, my son told me that he had come to my mother's house. If I'm not mistaken, yesterday, ma'am,"
"Yes, Nyai Ma'am. I ask Master to give a little advice to my son to lead him later,"
"Owh so." Nyai Mustiani was silent for a moment.
"So suddenly Master spoke to me. He asked me to tell Ms. Sulastri, tomorrow we want to come to the mother's house to propose to the mother's child."
Sulastri. He began to worry about making a decision. After the arrival of the video, both he and Rianti had forgotten about the relationship of Rianti and Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Nyai Mustiani and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam will definitely cancel the match if you find out the video. But he could not possibly refuse the arrival of Nyai Mustiani and Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Sulastri sighed softly.
"Hello, Miss Sulastri?" There was a call from Nyai Mustiani after a while Sulastri did not respond.
"Yes, Miss Nyai," Sulastri replied spontaneously mixed in shock.
"Mrs Sulastri is busy?"
"Sir, Nyai Ma'am. Ee.., I'm sorry, Miss Nyai. I had to wait for my son to come home from the office. Today is his first day in the office. I also don't know what the agenda is tomorrow at the office."
"Owh, it's okay, Mom. I'm waiting for the outcome of my mother's conversation with nak Rianti" Nyai Mustiani said.
"Thank you, Miss Nyai. Again I'm sorry,"
"yes, it's okay, Mom. Then I'll wait for the information, ma'am. Assalamualaikum,"
"Waalaikum salam."
Sulastri was silent at the place where he stood. The phone in his hand he dropped on the bed. He's really confused. For some reason suddenly, his desire to unite Rianti with the Master Teacher Izzul Islam began to disappear.
* * * * *
Mr. Jamal is still standing in the lobby of Efendi's company office. Sitting in the waiting room seat bored him. He's been waiting too long. He started to curse. Mr. Efendi's attitude is not like before. He felt that Mr. Efendi no longer appreciated him. He felt that Efendi treated him like someone who was going to apply for a job at the company.
A young woman was seen approaching Mr. Jamal. Seeing that, Jamal immediately approached him.
"Sir Jamal, waiting for you in the room." The woman let Mr. Jamal in.
Jamal immediately rushed.
"What's up, Mr. Jamal. Why not wait until I get home. How important the business is, Mr. Jamal," said Mr. Efendi when Mr. Jamal was already sitting in front of him.
Jamal scratched his head. He let out a short sigh while looking at Mr. Efendi.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Efendi. Looks like we'll have to change our plans" Jamal said. Mr. Efendi smiled. He got up and took a drink in the closet drawer. He shook his head.
"What a change that is, Mr. Jamal. If it changes, how can we succeed" said Mr. Efendi after sitting down and drinking his drink. Jamal sir was silent. He lowered his head, but his eyes glanced to and fro. He returned sighing.
"It looks like we can't spread that video." Jamal looked back at Efendi. Seeing Efendi's unfriendly face, he hesitated to continue his words. Mr. Efendi looked at him closely.
"What's up, Mr. Jamal. If this continues, we will never see each other again. It's a distraction to my time" said Mr. Efendi. He leaned his back on his swivel chair and began to turn it around. Mr. Jamal wiped the sweat that started to fill his neck and forehead. He returned sighing.
"I'm afraid we're entangled in the Pornography Act. That's too risky, Mr. Efendi," Jamal said.
Mr. Efendi smiled.
"That's really none of my business, Mr. Jamal. My business is the five hundred million I planted in Jamal sir. If Mr. Jamal is unable to benefit me, please Mr. Jamal return my money" Efendi said. Mr. Jamal looks agitated at the unfriendly expression on Mr. Efendi's face. He further advanced his body until his chest stuck to the side of the table.
"Please give me one more month, Mr. Efendi. Right now I have to act on my own. That jeri fuck went missing somewhere. I'll make sure, date one, it's all in my hands."
Again, Efendi smiled. He doesn't seem to trust Jamal anymore. For a moment he was silent and did not respond to Mr. Jamal. Mr. Jamal looks worried. If only Mr. Efendi did not give him the opportunity according to the time he requested, then surely the situation will be more difficult.
Mr. Efendi is rising. He took the bag next to him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jamal. I think I should go home first. There are more important matters that I have to take care of" said Mr. Efendi. Mr. Jamal looked up at Mr. Efendi. Mr. Efendi's tone was like he was driving him away. Jamal sir got up. Without looking at Efendi, he stepped weakly towards the door.
"But remember, Mr. Jamal. Please don't call me again if Mr. Jamal hasn't succeeded. And remember, just this one month," said Efendi sir as Jamal was about to open the door. Jamal did not answer. Just a small nod of his head and a weak step left the room, Efendi.
* * * * *
"Come, you pray there. I wait for you here" said Cristian when he reached a small mosque not far from the port. Qurratul Aini looked at him with a look of wonder and telisik. Cristian was not playing around. He actually took her to the mosque and seriously told her to pray. Seeing Qurratul Aini looking at him in astonishment, Cristian held his hand.
"Don't ask me why I'm doing this. Come in" said Cristian, gesturing with his eyes into the mosque. Seeing the serious facial expression of Cristian, Qurratul Aini nodded and stepped towards another part of the mosque that was special for women. Cristian looked at him with a smile.
Cristian let out a long sigh and stared into the mosque. The cool and calm atmosphere inside the mosque is like pulling his legs to step inside.
At the door of the mosque, he was stunned to see people who looked solemn in their prostration. Silent. It was as if they were really in front of the Lord. The feeling that appeared when I heard Adzan suddenly came again like it hit his chest. He unconsciously slowly steps his feet closer towards the people who are praying. His body trembled when he saw several beautiful calighraphs emblazoned inside the mosque. The sound of takbir heard from the mouths of those who were praying made his body rumble and rest on the floor.