NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#197
The night is late. The sound of crickets screeching crowded fill the silence of the night.Once punctuated by the sound of owls that make the feathers stand up. The dark atmosphere enveloped the small house where Jamila was staying. The lamp that had been faithful to illuminate Jamila in the restroom was finally extinguished by itself. Jamila, who had since laid her body still wanted to be awake and did not want to sleep, finally fell asleep too. The snoring sound of Jini lying next to him, also because tired all day running in no direction, making his eyes slowly closed.
A quiet and quiet night.
Meanwhile, Jini who pretended to snore and seemed to sleep soundly began to open her eyes. The slight sound of snoring from the side made him sure Jamila was already asleep. An hour longer since taking Jamila to lie on the bed he waited for Jamila to fall asleep. He was upset because Jamila was still heard turning her body to and fro.
Jini glanced slowly at Jamila. He moved his hand and touched Jamila's hand. Jamila did not respond. He was sure Jamila was really sound in her sleep.
Jini lifted her body slowly from lying down. At least he did not want any sound to be made as he slowly got down from the bed. Jini paused for a moment staring at Jamila. After making sure it was safe, he then stepped out of the room.
Jamila opened her eyes slowly. His eyes moved to follow where Jini's shadow body was moving. His chest was pounding hard. His whole body shook. I don't know if he fell asleep before he woke up again because Jini touched and clapped his hands. Fortunately, he remained silent and was not surprised at all when Jini touched his hand. His curiosity towards Jini still made him alert even though he had just woken up from his sleep. Although he still keeps his good prejudices to Jini, but he cannot turn away from the whispers of his heart that still remind him to remain vigilant. There was something Jini had hidden from him. And now he should be more vigilant. He did not know what Jini meant by touching and patting her hands. Chances are only one, Jini wants to make sure she's asleep or not. His movements also looked suspicious. What's more the moment by sneaking around, he went out of that room. Jamila's chest is pounding. The feeling that something was going to happen that he did not want to make him rise from his sleep. For a moment he was silent, trying to remember every corner in the house.
Jamila nodded her head. The back door of the house to the bathroom is the only way for him to come out if indeed Jini wants to do evil to him. But for now, he wanted to ascertain where Jini was at the moment.
Jamila stepped slowly. His hands began to grope here and there full of caution. He was grateful that the door of the room was not closed Jini, so that he could freely get out of the room.
The atmosphere inside the house was completely dark. Jini's position is not known yet. No sound could show him Jini's whereabouts in the house. He was afraid if it turned out that Jini was still in the house or was close to him. As much as possible he tried nothing could be heard from his movements, even the sound of his breathing and heartbeat.
Jamila sighed softly while closing her eyes for a moment. He tried to get rid of the fear in his heart by praying for the ceaseless prayers he said. In addition, his ears remained alert hearing the movements around him.
Jamila looked to the side. At first glance he saw a light out there through the slit under the door of the house. Not long after, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Jamila held her breath. The footsteps stepping on the bushes were still heard pacing around out there.
"Hello, I've been lifting his phone for a long time. Here I have something important for you."
Jamila frowned. That's Jini's voice. Jamila is getting closer. He put his ear near the door. Jini's voice was slow, making her unable to hear perfectly what Jini was talking about if she continued to stand in her place earlier.
"Quick send the fathers here. I have new and fresh stuff for you."
Jamila turned her body and immediately stepped cautiously towards the back door of the house. He was grateful to have been in the bathroom for ablution. The door was only in a lock with a wooden beam along one adult finger. He just turned it around and the door could be opened easily.
Jamila immediately went down the rice field that was still overgrown with tobacco plants in the back of the house. Several times he complained as his feet sank into the crack of the ground. But he kept running with all his strength. Several times he fell when tobacco leaves hit his face and eyes. His hands felt sticky by the tobacco sap when the stem after the stem was used as a grip when running. Now he was forced to walk down because the thick leaves of tobacco blocked and made it difficult to move. Sometimes he had to crawl because his eyes were sore due to being hit by a tobacco midrib.
Jamila stopped her steps. Breaths gnawing. The pain began to feel in his legs and calves. Sharp rice field soil due to long drought makes his legs prone to puncturing. Because he was too tired, he threw his body and lay on his back on the sidelines of tobacco plants. His gaze far broke through the tobacco leaves towards the dark sky. While trying to stabilize his breath, thanksgiving was unceasingly uttered from his mouth. God is still protecting her. God is still guarding him. Through prayer and perhaps from the prayer of Rianti and those who seek it today. If God hadn't let her get up when Jini touched her hand, she wouldn't have known what would happen to her tonight. Hearing Jini's conversation earlier via mobile phone with someone, it seems to lead to that. He was sure Jini would sell it.
Jamila's tears didn't melt on her cheeks. He felt guilty for running away from those who loved him. What happened to him from dawn to this day is a warning that what he did was wrong. The night that he should have spent half as much as his recitation of the Qur'an as the previous nights, he must now run and hide from the wicked who will send him to the valley of destruction. He felt like he was the stupidest person in the world. Enjoying a quiet life with enough worship, he left with an unclear purpose.
Jamila wiped her tears. He did not want to dissolve in his regrets. He is still not safe from the evil that is in love with him. Jini's house was not too far away. Jini and the person she called would find her soon if she kept lying there.
Jamila closed her eyes. After that he reopened it and stared at the nanar into the sky.
"Yes, God, if You save me from this night's misfortune, then I promise, and this too is my vow. I am willing to marry Master Izzul Islam. Not because of Rianti. But becauseyou. I want to calmly worship You next to those close to You.
Jamila gave a long sigh.
Jamila jumped in shock and immediately got up from her lying down. It was like hearing a motorcycle barking loudly through the night. He looked up. He saw the light of a motorcycle illuminating the front of Jini's house. Smoke from the exhaust of the motorcycle was even seen billowing filled the bright room in front of the house. But not long after, the motor beam died along with no more noise. Jamila's heart is beating faster. The atmosphere that momentarily returned to silence, suddenly dispersed by the sound from the direction of the house.
"Come on, all the way back!"
A loud scream rang out splitting the silence of the night. Simultaneously, the flashlight seemed to flicker, almost hitting Jamila's body. Jamila was still glued to where she stood. His feet were shaking and like he could not move.
"Come, go after him. He escaped through the paddy field."
Jamila was immediately torn from her stunnedness when she heard Jini's cry a second time. He immediately pulled his body and ran fast. He no longer cared about the pain in his legs. Looking at the flashlight rays that flashed, he could confirm that there were about two people who were now chasing him.