NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#175
Black color sedan car driven by Pratama sir slowly climbed into the gate of East Lombok Police. Mr. Sahril, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam and Rianti got out when the car stopped in front of the guard post next to the gate. One of the officers was seen exiting and directing Mr. Pratama to park his car behind the guard post. The officer then approached Mr. Sahril.
"There's something I can help you with, sir," the officer said.
"Part of investigation, sir," replied Mr. Sahril.
"Owh, please pass the parking lot and go up to level two" said the officer, pointing at the four-story green-painted building. Mr. Sahril invited Rianti and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam to step towards the building. After passing several steps towards the second level, they stopped in a large room with transparent glass filling its front. From the outside, they could see the activities of the people in the room.
"Assalamualaikum," said Mr. Sahril after reading the writing emblazoned on the doorstep. An officer approached. The envelope held by Mr. Sahril was then requested. After reading it for a while, he nodded his head and let Mr. Sahril, Rianti and Mr. Izzul Islam follow him.
"Mother Rianti?" the officer said as he reached a room inside the large room.
'I, sir," replied Rianti. The officer opened the door and let him in. Master Teacher Izzul Islam nodded his head with a smile as Rianti turned towards him before the officer closed the door. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Guru Izzul Islam by officers, welcome to sit in the waiting room.
Rianti stood looking at the two familiar men in his eyes. The two sat far apart. Mr. Jamal was seen smiling cynically showing his dissatisfaction when he saw Rianti. Jeri himself was about to rise up and wanted to greet Rianti. But two officers standing by the door prevented him.
"Please sit here, ma'am," said one of the officers, inviting Rianti to sit on a chair in the corner of the room. Rianti smiled and stepped to the place he was showing.
Rianti scrunched his forehead when he noticed a man who was dealing with investigators. He seemed to know the man, but Rianti still hesitated. A few minutes later, two officers entered. Both of them approached Jeri and Jamal sir. The two then took Jamal and Jeri out of the room. He smiled at Jeri, who tried to signal him goodbye with a nod of his head when the officer took him.
"Bu Rianti Wibowo," call the officer. The short-haired man who looked covered in gray was seen rising . Two officers at the door approached.
"Mohan?" greet Rianti as the man turned his back. He looked at the face of the man in front of him. There's a lot of change. Her hair was covered in gray hair and a face that was not suitable for her age. In terms of age, he is three years older than Mohan. The man who turned out to be Mohan was smiling. Mohan was seen talking to officers. Not long after, Mohan stepped towards him.
"Non, how's it going," Mohan said after shaking hands with Rianti. Rianti smiled.
"Thank God, Mohan. How about yourself?" ask Rianti.
"Alhamdulillah, No." Mohan. His face turned unsettled.
"I don't think what we did years ago will be revealed again. Yes, God, I'm fine if I'm imprisoned, Non. But I think about my wife and children. They might drop out of school. Not to mention the monthly rent," Mohan said. He looks sad. Rianti smiled.
"You don't have to worry. If you want, your wife and children can stay with you" Rianti said.
"Mother who Non means," asked Rianti.
"Mrs Pastri,"
"I'm ashamed, Non. I am ashamed of what I did to my mother. I would love to meet him and apologize, but I am ashamed to show my dirty face in front of him" Mohan said sobbing.
"Sorry, Mom. Go to the investigator's office" said one officer interrupting their conversation. Rianti holds Mohan's shoulder.
"It's okay. I've forgiven you. Tomorrow, your wife and children will be picked up. You don't have to feel bad. Outside is Mr. Sahril. Leave your number to him so I can contact your wife" said Rianti. He rushed to the investigator.
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After passing the examination for 3 hours, Rianti finally came out. Although his face looks tired, he smiled when he saw Mr. Sahril and Master Teacher Izzul Islam rise up and get closer to him.
"How, Dik," said Master Izzul Islam . Rianti. He looked at Master Izzul Islam. Two officers came out and stood behind Rianti.
"I can't go home with Mr and Mr. Sahril." Rianti smiled. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam tidied up the tip of Rianti's hijab. Rianti's face that began to grease, cleaned with his turban. Mr. Guru Izzul Islam looked at Rianti. He looks calm. It was as if he wanted to give Rianti peace in order to calmly serve his sentence. Since receiving the summons, he was ready to accept the fact that Rianti would eventually be imprisoned.
"This is a test for us. The last test. Be patient. Take care of your health while you are here. Much fasting. That way, no matter how long the brother is in prison, the sister will not feel it" said Master Izzul Islam. Rianti nodded.
"Bring me prayer mats, Mukena and the Qur'an, Brother Tuan. I forgot to bring it. Say my respect to Mom too. Take good care of me" Rianti said. Master Izzul Islam smiled. Rianti then hugged him. For a moment he was silent. After feeling calm, he turned his head towards Mr. Sahril.
"Sahril, did Mohan leave anything?" rianti said after releasing his embrace. Mr. Sahril who stood a bit away because he gave the opportunity of Master Izzul Islam and Rianti both, immediately turned his body. He's closer.
"She, Non. HP number," replied Sahril. Rianti wiped the remaining tears at the end of his two eyes.
"Please pick up his wife and children, sir. They can live anywhere. At the orphanage or with my mother. I leave it to Mr. Sahril" Rianti said. Mr. Sahril nodded.
"Good, Mom,".
"I'm going inside for a second, Master Teacher, Non. There is something I want to ask about the case of Non Rianti," said Mr. Sahril. Both nod.
Master Izzul Islam re-embraced Rianti's body after sitting on a chair.
"Sir, don't forget to stop by to see the condition of your mother. Said Dik Fahmi, mother does not want to be taken to the hospital. If you tell me, maybe you want to" said Rianti.
"God willing" said Master Izzul Islam. The shalawat sounded from his mouth. The solemn Rianti' heard him slowly following the chants of Lord Guru Izzul Islam.
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