NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#145
Meanwhile. In one of the gazebos of Zamora's backyard restaurant, Jamal sir is still waiting for the arrival of Efendi sir. No visitors were seen. The gazebo looks quiet. The rain is still pouring. There was only the sound of music dodging among the sounds of rain. Jamal sir is wearing his jacket. The night began to feel cold. Cell phone's ringing. Mr. Jamal immediately took it out of his jacket pocket.
"Hello, sir,"
"I'm waiting for you at the diner. The rain is too heavy. I was eating. Hungry" said Efendi from across the street. His loud voice sounded from the direction of the restaurant. Jamal gave a rough sigh. He had been waiting for a long time and Efendi sir, was having a nice meal in front.
"Well, sir," said Mr. Jamal. He immediately turned off his phone. Mr. Jamal spit hard.
"Bad. Stretching on the wind, I myself must meet him," muttered Jamal. He took off his jacket and put it on his head so as not to be exposed to rain. He also ran around a little while avoiding the puddles that began to fill up along the way.
Arriving in the restaurant, he found Mr. Efendi eating his food. Mr. Jamal wagged his jacket that was hit by rain. After that he approached the seat of Efendi sir.
"Have eaten, Mr. Jamal," said Mr. Efendi without turning his head. Mr. Jamal swallowed his saliva slowly. Fried cockroaches and roasted chicken that is being eaten by Mr. Efendi is very tempting. Jamal sir can't hide it anymore. The sound of his starving stomach, made Efendi smile. He then thrust the roasted chicken in front of Jamal's pack.
"Pak Jamal's own message. We have to be irit. Many projects that have not brought results," said Mr. Efendi quipped. Jamal smiled.
"In a moment, Mr. Efendi." Mr. Jamal waved his hand at the female servant at the cashier table.
"Yes, sir," said the waiter when he was in front of Mr. Jamal.
"Get me a plate of rice" said Jamal. The waiter nodded and left immediately.
"I have given the video to the head of the boarding school who will be married to Rianti. I make sure the wedding is a hundred percent failure" Jamal said with a proud smile. The chicken thighs in front of him were torn off and greedily ate them.
"Keep, what advantage did Mr. Jamal get besides being able to take revenge," said Mr. Efendi. The tissue in her hand rubbed her to her lips. Jamal sir was silent. Mr. Efendi smiled.
"So that Sulastri offered five hundred billion so that I wouldn't give the video to Master Teacher. But I refuse."
"Why rejected, Mr. Jamal. Five hundred billion dollars is not a little. Mr. Jamal can pay off Mr. Jamal's debt, can also use Mr. Jamal to pioneer the business." Mr. Efendi shook his head. He sighed harshly. He looked at Jamal.
"Pak Jamal's. Sorry earlier. I see, Mr. Jamal, if he acts, never uses Mr. Jamal's brain" said Mr. Efendi. His right index finger is on his head. Mr. Jamal scrunched his forehead.
"Kok Mr Efendi said that?"
"Yes clear, Mr. Jamal. The five hundred billion was certain, and Mr. Jamal rejected it." Mr. Efendi smiled again.
"Try Mr. Jamal think. After Mr. Jamal managed to spread the video and Mr. Jamal managed to cancel Rianti's marriage, what other benefits can Mr. Jamal get," said Mr. Efendi while unceasingly shaking his head.
"Five hundred billion is a week's profit from Mr. Yulian's company. Prestigious dong if I only get five hundred billion, while they will continue to reap five hundred billion profit every week. I just want the company, Mr. Efendi," said Mr. Jamal.
"Where are you going, sir" said Jamal when he saw Efendi rising from his seat.
"Go home, Mr. Jamal. I have to work tomorrow. The work must be measured. Must use brain. That good, even if it is large, will be outdone by a well-thought-out crime" said Mr. Efendi. He stepped out of Jamal's pack.
Seeing that, Jamal immediately chased after Efendi.
"Please calm down, sir. We can still spread the video to the public. Ok, maybe I was wrong for refusing Sulastri's offer, but I promise I will make him increase the number of offers" said Jamal. Mr. Efendi smiled. The hand of Mr. Jamal holding one of his arms was released roughly.
"Agh! Mr. Jamal is like an empty barrel that sounds loud. I'm tired of hearing Mr. Jamal's nonsense" said Mr. Efendi. He immediately rushed to his car. Mr. Jamal clenched his hands together and smashed them against each other.
* * * * *
I heard footsteps from outside. Nyai Mustiani immediately rose. He slowly opened the door of his room and peered out. Master Izzul Islam is seen entering his room.
Nyai Mustiani sighed and closed back the door of her room. He was still hesitant to discuss the video that Mr. Jamal sent to Mr. Guru Izzul Islam, as well as the message of unilateral cancellation of his marriage to Rianti. I don't know why at this time he felt scared and disinclined to his son. Perhaps because Mr. Guru Izzul Islam too long waiting for his marriage, also because his match with Qurratul Aini which was also canceled a few days ago. He also felt sorry for the situation experienced by Master Izzul Islam. But she doesn't have to marry Rianti. That woman is too dirty for Master Izzul Islam.
"Tok, tok, tok!
Nyai Mustiani was startled and ripped from her daydream when she heard a knock three times from the outside. He who was still leaning against the door immediately stepped slowly towards his bed.
"Mom, are you still awake?" The voice of Master Izzul Islam sounded soft from outside the room.
"What's wrong, son," replied Nyai Mustiani.
"Did mom have dinner. If not, we'll eat together, ma'am."
Nyai Mustiani.
"You call Abdul Khalik, son. I guess he hasn't eaten either. Sorry, I wasn't waiting for you" Nyai Mustiani said.
"Good, Mom. Then, I'd like to call Abdul Khalik first."
Nyai Mustiani again sighed. He should discuss the matter as soon as possible with Master Izzul Islam. He did not want Master Izzul Islam to know it first from Sulastri. He had to wait for her to finish eating to talk about it. Tonight, everything must be done so that he can quickly find a replacement woman Rianti.
Nyai Mustiani leaned her body. She smiles. Some santriwati who regularly accompanied him before his sleep, suddenly present in his mind. He never thought before. Santriwati-santriwati, besides beautiful, also have a good adab. Since childhood they have spent their time in Pesantren studying religion. They are better suited to be the companion of Master Izzul Islam than Rianti.
Nyai Mustiani smiled as she nodded her head.