NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#196
The Ashar Adhan was heard among the noise of vehicles passing by on the road. Keasikan thought about where he should go if the first choice offered by the woman he refused, making him forget he had not performed the dhuhur prayer.remember how the strange gaze and gurgle of Jini, made him forget he had not performed the dhuhur prayer, his heart was more inclined to doubt the help Jini offered. But on the other hand, he does not want to set aside good prejudices to anyone. But thinking too much of it made him negligent on his obligations.
Jamila closed her eyes and covered her face with both palms. She cried. He felt sinful because for the first time he had completely neglected his duty. Time continued to pass and his heart began to be shrouded in anxiety.
"Astaghfirullah..," said Jamila. He looked up with a look full of regret. Many times he shook his head. He really can't believe he did it.
Jamila looked around. As far as the eye could see, he could find no home or shop. Just a field and a garden. Apparently he was far out of town. If he had to wait for Jini to finish picking the tobacco, that too was uncertain. Maybe he came home too late and he would miss his prayer time again. But if he decided to leave that place, Jini would not find him. He will lose the job promised by Jini. So is the place to stay tonight.
After thinking for a while, he decided to continue the journey. After walking for about an hour, Jamila finally found a small house. The owner of the house immediately let Jamila enter when Jamila expressed her intention to pray.
It's almost dark. Sunlight only appears to punt slightly behind the black clouds in the horizon maghrib. Although he still does not know where to go, he said goodbye to the owner of the house. Even if the owner of the house allowed him to stay overnight in the house, but he saw the house was too small with five residents in it. He had to leave immediately before dark completely blocked his journey.
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Meanwhile, Mr. Mustarah who was assigned by Sulastri looking for Jamila was seen reinserting his car in the car garage. Hearing the sound of the car, Sulastri immediately came out. His face looked disappointed when he saw Mr. Mustarah coming out on his own from the car. Without even asking, he already knew that Mr. Mustarah had not managed to find Jamila.
"Sorry, Mom. I've been looking for Jamila everywhere, but I can't find her. God willing, I'll look for it again tomorrow,"
"It's okay, Mr. Mustarah. Don't search anymore. Jamila is an adult. He can determine his own life. Now, Mr. Mustarah to the kitchen there. Munawarah has prepared the meal,"
"Well, ma'am," said Mr. Mustarah .
Sulastri threw his body on the chair. I don't know what he'd say to Rianti if Jamila really couldn't be found. Rianti is sad. She did not want Rianti to be sad while I was struggling to withstand the burden of her pregnancy.
Sulastri grabbed the phone on the table. His hands look agile typing furup on the keyboard of his phone.
"Sir, Jamila has not been found.
After sending the message to the number of Master Teacher Izzul Islam, Sulastri got up and stepped weakly towards his room.
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Adzan maghrib sounded. The dark began to fall. The cold air of the dry season blows coldly piercing the sum-sum.
In the darkness of the night, Jamila walked down the unkempt sidewalk. Occasionally he complained of pain as his feet hit the block paving blocks that were separated from the arrangement. He shivered with coldness, holding both hands together as he continued walking. The streets are so deserted. Only one or two vehicles passed at high speed. All seemed to be dodging a terrifying darkness and silence.
Jamila was really doubtful about her decision to leave Sulastri's house. If indeed the decision he made was right, then God would not make it difficult for him to pray. Unbearable in his heart because of his match with Master Izzul Islam, has set aside his heart whisper to accept it. But now everything has been decided. Without realizing it, he had returned to the streets.
"Yes, God. Help me get out of this, "Jamila Prayer in my heart. He paused for a moment. After closing his eyes for a while, he moved his legs again. The holy verses of the Qur'an began to be heard from his mouth.
Huh, Tit..."
A bell rang from behind. Jamila. She's looking. Chest thumping. He tried to hide behind a tree trunk, but the lights of a motorcycle were already highlighting his body. Because of the glare with the light of a motorcycle lamp, he blocked his eyes with one of his hands. Jamila's feet trembled as the motorcycle slowly approached her.
"Jamila?"
Jamila frowned as a female voice called out her name. He seemed to know that voice.
The woman on the bike came down and approached. Jamila tried to recognize his face in the dark of night. But baby, it's too dark.
"Dini?" jamila. The woman who turned out to be Jini was smilingly nodding her head. Either way, Jamila herself did not know her feelings when she met Jini. There is a sense of happiness because finally tonight he did not spend it on the streets. But there was a big question that made him fret. Why did Jini look for him until this night?
"Well, it's not good for women to be alone in a place like this. People only dare to pass when maghrib alone. When the time comes, the road will be empty. A lot of crime happens here. Go up," said Jini. He stepped up and rode his motorcycle.Jamila still stood in doubt. Jini turned on her motorcycle. Jamila's hand was grabbed.
"Come, do you want to stay here? Come up, I've prepared dinner for you. Counting, I want to give my alms tonight to a nomad like you," Jeni said. Jamila sighed slowly. He stepped slowly following the pull of Jini's hand.
Jeni's motorcycle raced through the night. His voice was loud splitting the silent darkness. Until after a few minutes through the dark streets, then down a small road through some rice fields, the motorbike stopped at a small house under the roof of the weeds.
Jamila turned her gaze around after getting off the motorcycle. The small house in front of him stood alone in the middle of the rice fields. Away from some of the houses he passed by. Fear surrounded his heart. His heart beat throbbing like he was about to say that Jini was not a good person.
"Let's go in, Jamila," Jini said after opening the door. Jamila was silent. Jini smiled. Seeing Jamila just standing there staring at him, he pulled Jamila's hand in.
"I know what you're thinking right now. You must think I'm a bad person" Jini said. His hand continued to hold Jamila's hand and carried her further inside the house. The atmosphere in the house looks dark. Jini let go of her hand. His footsteps sounded distant. The sound of a match shocked Jamila. Not long after, the atmosphere inside the house slowly brightened as the light of the teplok lights that Jini had lit spread inside the room.
"Please sit down, Jamila," said Jini. His hand directed Jamila's eyes towards the long sofa with a small table beside it. The small house that he imagined was slum was not in accordance with what he imagined. The house looks clean.
"Sorry, we're here wearing a generator. That's until eight o'clock. It's been two days since the generator broke. So, these two days the village is pitch black" Jini said. Jamila's heart started to calm down. He sat on the sofa when Jini let him sit down. Jamila gave a long sigh. Like wanting to get rid of the rest of the anxiety and fear in his heart. He tries to convince himself that Jini is not the bad guy he thinks he is.
"You live alone?" jamila. These were his first words after just now just a silent full of telisik. Jini smiled. He got up and walked into the kitchen. The sound of the clinking of the spoon clashing with the glass sounded the silence. After a while of waiting, Jini returned with two glasses of hot tea.
"Come, drink first to warm your body," Jini said as she placed one of the glasses in front of Jamila. Jamila smile. But he was still curious because Jini had not answered his question. With a solitary house in the middle of the rice fields, he was still suspicious, the young Jini dared to live alone in that place.
"How dare you stay alone in this house?" ask Jamila again after trying to sip her hot tea. Jini smiled.
"Sorry, so forget to answer your question" Jini said. He sighed long.
"Father and mother these weeks live more in the garden. It's about a kilo from here. We have a cherry orchard ready for harvest. So all that time, I had to live alone in the house" continued Jini. Jamila nodded small.
"Let me take you to the room. Maybe you're tired of not resting all day. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to work,"
"But sorry, Jini. Where will you take work? I don't have any skills. I'm fit to be a maid,"
Jini smiled. He put a lamp on the table. He made a small bed in front of him. Jamila watched every corner of the small room while waiting for a reply from Jini.
"Oh, you calm down. The important thing is that you get a job and a place to live first. Come on," Jini said after finishing making the bed. He stepped closer to Jamila who was still standing. Jamila's shoulder was held.
"You work there too?" ask Jamila. Jini smiled.
"No. I was only ever offered. But father forbade because of the work in the garden a lot. I'm afraid I can't help him when I'm working outside. Hence, when I heard you were looking for a job, I immediately remembered the place and offered it to you," Jini said. He held Jamila's hand and invited her to sit on the bed.
"The bathroom where. I want to pray first" said Jamila.
Jini got back up and picked up the lamp on the table. He gave it to Jamila.
"You just walk out the back door. The bathroom is next to the door. But sorry, the bathroom was covered only with burlap sacks" Jini said, pointing to the side of the room.
Jamila smiled and took a slow step in the direction Jini pointed out.