NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#149
The night after isya'. The rain is back down. Several times Master Izzul Islam paced open the door and looked at Nyai Mustiani's room, after returning from the mosque. Unusually, Nyai Mustiani was not seen in the living room. Is that really how he gets angry? the Inner Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Or maybe Nyai Mustiani went to bed early because last night he slept very late.
Not wanting to continue to worry about the question in his heart, Master Izzul Islam decided to go out and step towards Nyai Mustiani's room.
Arriving at the door, when he was about to open the door, suddenly the door opened. Three santriwati men came out of Nyai Mustiani's room. Master Izzul Islam took a few steps back. Seeing Master Teacher Izzul Islam outside the room, they were shocked and instantly silently lowered their faces.
"Has Mom slept?" ask Master Izzul Islam. The three nodded their heads. Master Izzul Islam sighed.
"All right, you can go" said Master Izzul Islam. The three slowly backed off and left.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam opened the room plan Nyai Mustiani. From the opening of the door, he saw Nyai Mustiani was already sound in his sleep.
Master Izzul Islam closed the door again and stepped into his room.
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The sound of dangdut music at the guard post sounded timid between the swift sound of rain fluttering. Mr. Bayan accompanied by Mr. Mustarah at the guard post seemed to not pay attention to each other. Both of them were busy with their phones.
But suddenly, Pak Bayan, who was leaning in his chair, jumped in shock. From his eye that was pinching and his frowning forehead, there was something strange that he was now looking at on his phone. While continuing to stare at the screen of his phone, one hand was busy pulling the shirt of Mr. Mustarah to immediately turn to his phone.
"What the hell is it, Mr. Bayan," said Mr. Mustarah astonished. Mr. Bayan brought his phone closer to Mr. Mustarah. Mr. Mustarah watched carefully a video cover on the Facebook homepage of Mr. Bayan. Noting carefully, the two agreed on the conclusion that the woman in the video picture was someone they both knew. Mr. Bayan and Mr. Mustarah look at each other.
"Non Rianti?" said Mr. Bayan while staring at Mr. Mustarah as if to reinforce. Mr. Mustarah nodded his head. Mr. Bayan holds the hand of the mustarah sir.
"We have to tell my mother this matter" said Mr. Bayan. He looks restless.
"I've heard of this problem before. This video also causes Non Rianti and Master Teacher to be unable to marry. I agree Mr. Bayan immediately tell this matter to mother. It can be dangerous if it spreads everywhere" Mustarah said. Without saying anything more, Mr. Bayan immediately got up. He immediately ran towards the main house.
"Assynolt,"
Three times saying greetings, Rianti came out of his room and met Mr. Bayan. Mr. Bayan sighed. He couldn't have told Rianti. Mr. Bayan smiled.
"Sorry, Non. I want to see you" said Mr. Bayan. Rianti nodded.
"Pak Bayan wait on the terrace. Mother's in the bathroom again" Rianti said. He went back into his room. While Mr. Bayan himself sat waiting on the porch of the house. Not long after, Sulastri came out of his room and immediately met Mr. Bayan.
Sulastri let out a long sigh and looked inside the house. It turns out that Jamal sir has already spread the video. Mr. Bayan looked at Sulastri's face. It looked grim, but not as he had imagined. There was no excessive shock at all. Sulastri looked at Mr. Bayan.
"Sir Bayan, please delete the video. Check out Bayan's friends, and have them delete the video if they have the video. Don't let them get involved. We'll report the matter soon" Sulastri said. Mr. Bayan nodded. He left and immediately returned to the guard post.
Sulastri let out a long sigh and was still standing in front of the door of the house. His gaze glared through the swift rain in the courtyard of the house. The occasional wind blew, making Sulastri turn his body and go back in.
"What's wrong, ma'am," said Rianti as Sulastri had reentered the room. He saw Sulastri seem busy sliding the screen of his phone and sitting next to him. Rianti shrank the volume of television he was watching.
"Pak Jamal has shared the video, son. I'll call Mr. Sahril. This time, Mr. Jamal had to accept the consequences of his actions" Sulastri said as he put a cell phone in his ear. Rianti looked at him for a moment. He sighed long. He knew that it would happen sooner as well. And he is ready to face it. All he has left to Sulastri and Mr. Sahril.
"Hello, Mr. Sahril. Does Mr Sahril know anything about Rianti's video?"
"Yes, Mom. Mr. Pratama sent it to me. You do not have to worry, I have contacted our friends on the police, as well as the media developers to block the video. The video has spread a lot, ma'am. But we hope we can prevent it further" Sahril said from the opposite direction.
"Good, Sir. Thanks though. I'm looking forward to the next information, sir. Assalamualaikum."
"Wa aleikum salam,"
Sulastri closed his call. He looked towards Rianti. Rianti smiled. The television volume is back. Sulastri shifted his body closer to Rianti's side. Sulastri rubbed Rianti's hair. Rianti smiled back. As usual, Rianti still looked calm and did not panic at all. He was really ready to face it.
"Give me mother and Mr. Sahril. And, if you can give me advice, you take a break from the office for a few days" Sulastri said. He himself was still thinking about how the people in the office would talk about Rianti with each other. Rianti smiled and shook his head.
"No need, Mom. I will enter as usual" Rianti said. Both of his legs he crossed and began to look yawned several times.
"As Rianti once said. Rianti will not be affected by the video. I don't have to worry about Rianti" continued Rianti with a look like he was going to beg Sulastri to believe him. Sulastri smiled and nodded his head.
"Mom understands. Mom just wanted to punish Jamal sir."
Sulastri also laid down his body slowly beside Rianti. Rianti lifted the blanket that covered his body and also held it over Sulastri's body. Sulastri smiled and hugged Rianti's body.
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