NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#198
Meanwhile. The clang sound of the time marker from the square post sounded loud splitting the night. It's 12 o'clock at night. Rianti agitatedly paced around in his room. While holding his waist, he grimaced occasionally feeling pain in his stomach. Tonight he was suddenly not excited, even to feed a little food into his mouth. He fretted about Jamila whom he had not heard from. His chest suddenly thumped for no reason. It was the most unpleasant night atmosphere he had ever experienced.
Rianti let out a weak sigh and returned to his bed. Actually lying down is not as good as standing and pacing in front of the bed. But the burden on his stomach made him unable to linger standing.
Rianti laid down his body slowly after sitting for a moment on the edge of the bed. His eyes paint what now messes up his feelings. Something bad may have happened to Jamila tonight. If not, excessive feelings of anxiety and anxiety do not just come to disturb him. But he hoped and continued to pray, may Allah always protect Jamila. And hopefully what he now feels is only the influence of the increasing number of fetuses in the womb.
"Yes, God, I think well of You, as I thought of You. Protect my loved ones, Amen."
Jamila let out a long sigh while slowly closing her eyes. Trying to lift up the uneasiness in his heart. His lips began to move reading the holy verses of the Qur'an.
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"Agh!
Jini slams the cell phone she uses to light the dark path before her. He blindly kicked the tobacco sticks nearby. Time and again he cried out in annoyance with his maki and his serfdom that stomped silent at night.
Jini turned her head and stared intently at the two men behind her.
"Look! look what happens when you're with fools like you. Look, the woman who's going to pay off my debts has run away because of your stupidity. You don't use your brains when you act," said Jini angrily pointing at the faces of the two men in front of her. His voice roars. His sweat flowed every time he breathed his breath quickly. Hearing Jini's harsh words, the eyes of the two men were no less sharp looking at Jini. One of the men approached. Jini's collar was in her hands and pulled rough.
"Hey, Jini. Keep that talk. On what basis do you call us that. Let us not be rude to you" said the man. Jini held the man's hand and pulled him off his shirt. The look of Japan was challenging.
" What do you want? Killing me? You ask why I call you fools? Look, if you do have a brain, you're not gonna make that woman suspicious of the sound of your motor. You shouldn't start the bike until the front of the house. Basic amateur criminals," said Jini pointing alternately to the face of the two.
"Hey, you yourself never explained that the woman you were referring to was in your house. We do not want to be blamed in this matter," said one of the men no less fierce.
"Ah, fuck you guys. I'd rather work with dogs than you. Dogs are smarter than you. That big muscle is useless if it's empty here" Jini said. After staring at the two men for a while, he turned and stepped away. The sound came from his mouth. The two men looked at each other.
"I'm not cool."
Without saying any more, the man holding the knife immediately plunged the tip of the knife into Jini's neck time and time again. Jini screamed in pain, but her voice was held in tight stock of the man's hand. Fresh blood spurted from Jini's neck accompanied by a terrifying sound from her throat. After for some time Jini's body jolted on the ground, Jini finally breathed her last. Jinu lunglai's body was motionless. The man smiled full of satisfaction.
"Bad. He thinks we are who he says we are like that. Foul you," said the man after pulling a knife from Jini's neck. He then stood up and spat on Jini's body. He then tore off the shirt Jini was wearing and used to clean the knife that was drenched in blood.
"Keep, how now. What are we going to tell the boss" said his friend.
"Simplice, just tell me that this woman lied to us. The important thing is to secure the body of this woman" said the man, putting the knife in his hand under his shirt. His friend momentarily fell silent staring at Jini's body. Tearing clothes on Jini's chest shows the shadow of her chest that pops. He sighed and swallowed his saliva deeply.
"We should have raped this woman before you killed her, let her sufferings double,"
"Ah, not good. A woman like this is already like porridge. That's old man's food. Now, just cut the body and then pile it up near the trench there. Hurry up before anyone catches us" he replied.
Jini's body was then dragged both towards the trench not far from the scene. The two split the tasks. The other cut Jini's body parts and the other was in charge of digging the ground at the edge of the trench. The night is getting late. The sound of crickets and the night creeping around the ditch accompanied the breath of the two men who were trying hard to hoard pieces of Jini's body in the hole.
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Jamila, who had run for hours through the fields between tobacco plants and the hardness of the rice fields, finally felt unable to continue his journey. In a hut on a rice field, his body fell and lay flat on his stomach. His breathing roared uncontrollably. His throat feels dry. His body was really tired and weak, so even to move he was not able to. He resigned if Jini and his people finally found him in that place.
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Jini opened her eyes when she felt one of her cheeks touch the ground like it was wet. After some time he lay weak on the ground, he began to feel his strength drained and his fatigue began to disappear. He held her wet cheek.
"Water," sigh Jini. With all his might he moved his body and tried to sit down. He began to grope the wet ground where he had rested his head. Jamila smiled as her hand touched an object she seemed familiar with. When it was squeezed, the water suddenly splashed and hit his face. Jamila cheerful. What he holds is plastic water packaging the size of a glass. Jamila immediately picked it up. After tearing off the plastic cover, he immediately gulped it down.
Jamila closed her eyes as a mouthful of water flowed down her throat. Even if it was just a mouthful, the water had slightly removed his thirst. He returned to groping here and there, hoping that there was bottled water that he would find again. And sure enough, some of the used bottled water that he found some of it still leaves water. Jamila was relieved, the remnants of the water she drank quenched her thirst.