NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#176
After going through the trial process, it was finally decided that the verdict for Rianti was six months in prison. Rianti was found guilty and violated the ITE Law for admitting the intentional creation of videos for public consumption. Jamal and Jeri were sentenced to 12 years in prison. Mohan received the same verdict as Rianti.
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The sound of the warden's shoes leading Rianti to his cell rang out, echoing in the room. Rianti turned his head towards the spaces on his left and right. Only one of the two occupants of the room were interested in the arrival of the warden and Rianti. They smiled as Rianti stared at them. A smile ceaselessly leans from his lips as he gets closer to the room located at the very end. He was no stranger to that room. God still loves him. If it is true that the room that will be occupied is the very end of the room, then he will be together again with people who have contributed in understanding the basics of religion.
Rianti smiled. He saw a woman lying soundly in her sleep on a small bed in the corner of the room. When officers opened the prison door for Rianti, the woman did not wake up.
Rianti. He smiled as he slowly approached the woman who was lying soundly. His snoring voice even occasionally sounded. His face looks tired.
Rianti took off the soft black bag in her hand under the bed. Slowly he sat down beside the woman lying down. The woman's hair on her swab is soft.
Jamila moved her head. Rianti smiled. He rubbed Jamila's hair. Jamila opened her eyes slowly. He stared long at Rianti. Rianti kept smiling. Jamila rubbed her eyes. Eyes slashing. He rubbed his eyes back. He still does not believe what he sees now. After a moment of fixation looked at Rianti who was unceasingly smiling towards him. He suddenly jumped in shock.
"Richthy? Is this really what I saw?" Jamila. He rubbed his eyes back. Rianti nodded. Jamila's hand held Rianti's face.
"Why are you suddenly here. Why don't you call me to the meeting room?" jamila. He still looks confused. His consciousness was not yet fully fused.
"My place is here, Jamila. I'm here to accompany you for the next few months until you're free" replied Rianti calmly. Jamila frowned. He looked at Rianti curiously.
"What are you talking about, Rianti. Don't confuse me,"
Rianti smiled. Jamila's hand was held. He sighed long.
"Jamila, I'm probably here in about six months. That means, when you're free, I'm still here."
Jamila took off Rianti's handrails. With a frown still, his gaze did not turn to look at Rianti.
Plaque!
Rianti. Suddenly, Jamila's hand landed on her cheek. Not only that, Jamila immediately got up and came down from her bed. He stepped forward and stopped at the room bars with his body turned back to Rianti. Rianti looked at him. He knew Jamila was angry because she had returned to the place.
"Why do you never learn from the past, Rianti. Did you forget your promise when you wanted to get out of this place? I thought you'd changed, Rianti. Aren't you ashamed of your status of being married to a Master Teacher?" jamila. Rianti smiled. He then rose. He slowly approached Jamila. Jamila's body was hugged from behind. Jamila.
"This is my past prayer, Jamila. Although this is a disgrace to me, but I am grateful that God still loves me by giving me punishment in the world. That way, one day I will confront Him with the guilt that has been given the punishment" said Rianti. Jamila turned her body slowly. Now he is facing Rianti. Rianti's cheeks that he had slapped on his swab were soft.
"I'm sorry, Rianti. I just don't want you to stay in this place anymore" Jamila said. Rianti smiled. Jamila's hand kissed her.
"My prayer has been granted by God, Jamila. And I'm grateful to have one more room with you. I can use my days here to complete my recitation of the Qur'an." said Rianti.
"You haven't khatam?" ask Jamila. Rianti.
"Whatever you do as long as you are free so that you have not been circumcised,"
Rianti smiled.
"Attay, Jamila. I want to introduce you to someone" whispered Rianti in Jamila's ear. Jamila frowned. Slowly he let go of his embrace.
"Someone?" ask Jamila astonished while looking here and there. Rianti just smiled. Both of Jamila's hands were held in her hands and placed them on her stomach. Jamila's hand was then rubbed on her stomach. Jamila's eyes are ringing. A small smile poked from his lips.
"Come, Son. I used to know Jamila's aunt. She is the one who has become the intermediary of mothers to understand the basics of religion. If God didn't send it to mom. Mother will still be the most depraved human being on the face of this earth" Rianti said as he stared at her stomach.
Jamila bent her face. He gently rubbed Rianti's stomach. After that he kissed her.
"Assalamualaikum, son. You are created from the seed of two good parents. Your mother is the kindest woman. And your father, no need to ask anymore. Aunty often heard him speak. The study that you get and give to your mother is the study that I heard from your father. It was your father's polite and wise talk that made the aunt also fully repent" Jamila said in praise of Rianti. Rianti smiled.
"really?" Rianti. Jamila. He lifted his back.
"Aren't you married to Master Izzul Islam?" ask Jamila. Rianti nodded.
"The advice, the lessons I gave during our long discussions every night I got from your husband. I just started it before you got the truth out of him after you got married" Jamila said.
"Come, sit. Your son would want to sit down too" Jamila said. He invited Rianti to sit back on the bed.
Rianti turned to a shabby calendar hanging above the bed. He smiled as he looked at the dark circle marking one of the numbers.
"That's the date of your freedom?"
Jamila turned her gaze toward the calendar. He then got up to a small closet near the bed. From the closet he pulled out a thick book. He then sat back down. Rianti just looked. He did not understand why Jamila had brought him the book.
"Hold it," said Jamila. After Rianti held the book, Rianti opened the books and got a pen in the middle of the book.
"This is Layla and Majnun's novel. And this ballpoint pen is the limit marker I read it. I had expected, when I was released later, this novel was also finished I read." Jamila took the ballpoint pen and closed the book. He got back up. He looked at Jamila for a moment. He smiles.
"I don't know why I'm excited to get out of this prison" asked Jamila. Rianti.
"Color I have hope of meeting you out there. I don't have anybody else. So, when you're already here, I'm no longer excited to get out." After saying that, Jamila stepped towards the calendar. The number marked circular crossed out so that it is no longer visible. After that, he sat back down. He immediately rubbed his head.
"May I also be given additional time to accompany you here. I don't want to go out even if I'm free. I will leave this place until whenever you are free" Jamila said. Rianti shed his tears. Jamila hugged her body tightly.
"It can't be like that, Jamila. You have to get out. You don't have to worry where you live. Mom is waiting for you at home. He always asks you. You've been prepared for duty by mom and dik Fahmi. You'll be the manager of the boarding school at Fahmi,"
"Dik Fahmi already has pesantren?" ask Jamila. Rianti nodded.
"God willing, after the rice harvest, we will begin its construction,"
"But I'll keep you here until you're free. I'm not excited if I don't see you."
The two hugged back tightly. The sobs of their cries echoed, making the silence of the atmosphere in the prison room.