NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#199
Jamila slowly began to feel her body refreshed after having had enough rest and drinking a few sips of water. After waiting for some time in his vigilance, there was no sign of Jini and the person who was chasing her came closer to where she was now. He felt sure, he was safe and hopefully they stopped looking for him.
Jamila looked around. His forehead shriveled. His eyes began to adapt to the darkness that lay around him. He seemed to know the cottage where he was hiding. If it's not wrong?
Jamila smile. He got up and started to check the cottage. It does. It was indeed the cottage where he sat with women who wanted to pick tobacco leaves, including Jini. And the drink he drank earlier was the rest of their drink at lunch earlier. That means a few meters from the hut, he will soon find the highway. And that also means, not far away he will find a stall where he bought a cold drink by noon. I don't know what time it is now, which is clear, he doesn't want to continue to be in that place. Whatever happens, tonight he wants to be in a safe place.
Jamila held the sole of her foot and calf which was injured by falling and pierced by hard ground along the rice fields. The fishy smell of blood smelled and he still felt pain and pain. And now, when he tried to move his legs, he couldn't walk normally as he normally would. He needed a buffer to support his body.
Jamila felt further into the hut. If not wrong, he had seen some piles of dried branches of mahogany trees in the hut while sitting in that place this afternoon. Jamila then forced her body back up and began looking for a wooden stick as her support walking. After getting the log she wanted, Jamila removed her headscarf and tied it to one of her worst-harmed legs.
Jamila took a deep breath and closed her eyes. He opened it slowly and momentarily looked in front of him. The dark atmosphere in front of him was like a black veil that blocked his view of seeing a way out of it.
Jamila gave a long sigh. With confidence, he began to walk slowly down the rice field while trying to remember the road he passed last afternoon. Wood beams that stretched as a footbridge over the trench he managed to find. But because the wound on the sole of his foot was too severe, also because he could not balance his body on the footstool, he chose to crawl across the trench. With great difficulty, Jamila finally arrived at the big road.
The dog's howling sounds were heard as Jamila was still standing staring at the atmosphere around the slightly bright street with some lights hiding behind the lush leaves of the mahogany tree. Knowing the whereabouts of Jamila, some dogs that roamed in the middle of the road ran closer. Jamila's heart was racing. His eyes moved to and fro looking for something he could use to keep the dog from getting close. His eyes were watching the surroundings. He has to be careful, especially now that he is on the streets. He never knew at this time Jini and his friends might be looking for him through the big road. Once he stopped and hid behind a mahogany tree.
Jamila. He was upset that the dogs were still following him. The existence of the dogs and the sound of his bustling barking could have attracted the attention of the people. Some of the pieces of paving blocks he encountered and used to repel the dogs were still fruitless. He finally resigned and resumed his journey. He must immediately find the stall where he bought a drink this afternoon. Maybe it's less than a kilo.
Time keeps going. The sound of the chanting of the holy verses of the Qur'an is heard slowly gathering among the wild wind that occasionally blows the trees. It was almost dawn and Jamila was still limping with her weak body. He was desperate. There was not a single house seen in front of him after so long walking down the sidewalk.
Only after the sound of tarhim rang out did Jamila's smile expand. From a distance he was like seeing a woman sweeping on the sidewalk in front of a small stall on the side of the road. Not wrong again, it's the stall where he bought drinks this afternoon.
Jamila hastened her steps. His passion to quickly reach the stall overcame the growing pain in the soles of his feet. And when he was right in front of the woman, the body he was forced to keep walking finally collapsed.
"Mom, ask for water" Jamila said as she tried to lift her body. Because Jamila's body was too heavy and unable to be lifted, the woman immediately entered the stall and returned again with a glass of drink. The drink was immediately brought to Jamila's mouth.
Ma'am, is Lapas still a long way from here?" jamila asked slowly looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her.
"Still far away, son. Less than 2 kilos,"
"I'm asking for help, Mom. Find me someone who can take me there,"
"Why are you going to the garage?"
"I want to see my brother there, Mom,"
"Rest first. Look, there's a lot of wounds on your legs. Let's help you wake up. I'll cook some warm water first. We'll clean and treat your wounds first. After that, I'll find you a motorcycle taxi driver,"
"Thank you, ma'am" said Jamila. He then tried his hardest to get up with the help of the woman.
"If you may know, whose mother's name is? Maybe someday I can return the kindness of my mother," asked Jamila as she walked embraced the woman.
"Mum Muniram," he replied briefly with a smile. Arriving in the stall, Muniram laid Jamila's body on a long bench made of bamboo. After which, he rushed into the small space behind the stall. The sound of gas stoves was heard on the street.
Very painstakingly, Ms. Muniram began to clean the soil attached to Jamila's leg wound. After the wound was clean, he then applied a red medicine and coated it with a bandage.
Jamila held Muniram's hand and kissed him.
"Thank you, Mom. Somehow I can repay my mother's kindness,"
"Not to think about it. It's just a little bit that mom can do. If you want to repay the kindness of mother, do not forget to insert the name of mother in your prayer yes," said Muniram mother while rubbing Jamila's back. He then rose. A jar of cookies and a glass of bottled drink was placed near Jamila.
"You eat first. I want to find you a taxi driver" said Muniram. He then stepped out of the shop.
The voice of Adhan Fajr was heard. After completing the morning prayer, Jamila said goodbye to Muniram. Ojek called Muniram ma'am then drove Jamila to the prison.
Jamila smiled and nodded her head towards the waving Ms. Muniram, who escorted her away.