NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#51
"Some of the women must follow us, and some we must leave. We can't possibly bring it all together" said Zelayin. It looks heavy saying it.
"And Sulastri?" ask Jamblang.
Mami Zelayin was silent for a moment. He tidied up his hair and tied it with rubber taken from his wrist.
"How do you think." Mami Zelayin asked after a moment of silence.
"If you want to continue this business, Sulastri is the only valuable mother's asset. With a tariff of one million and a half first, not quite right, Mi." replied Jamblang.
Mami Zelayin got up and stepped in front of the mirror.
"He's too risky if we take him." Mami Zelayin sat down and leaned her body on the front seat of the mirror.
"Of that, we'll discuss the matter later. Now, pack. I'll find a rented house to store the essentials before we get a new place" said Mami Zelayin, rubbing her face with some powder in front of her makeup mirror.
Jamblang nodded and came out.
"Oh, yes, Jamblang, stick the writing on the side of the road. People should know that we're going to sell this land" said Zelayin. He looked towards Jamblang who was going down the stairs. Jamblang nodded his head again.
* * *
Adzan Dhuhur sounding. A strong wind blew away the scorching sunlight that afternoon.
Mr. Sahril got up when he saw the black Camry sedan car approaching towards the cottage where he sat with Mr. Suma. He shook Mr. Suma's hand when the car had stopped in front of the cottage.
"Thank you, Mr. Suma. Next time we will continue our conversation again" Sahril said. Mr. Suma smiled.
"God willing, I will contact you if I have information about the land next door."
Mr. Sahril nodded and stepped into his car. He waved his hand at Mr. Suma when the car he was riding turned towards the main road.
"Slow down, Hasbi, we'll take a look at the plantation in front of us first" said Mr. Sahril. Hasbi nodded. Slowly he started driving the car out towards the main road.
"It's the deal, Pa," asked Mrs Trianti. Mr. Sahril fixed his sitting position. He lifted half the glass of his car. He sighed harshly.
"Almost, Ma," he answered briefly.
"We stopped where, sir," Hasbi interrupted when he reached the end of the bridge across the river. Mr. Sahril lifted his body.
"Yes, just here," Mr. Sahril ordered. He began to observe the grove of banana trees in front of him.
"The land of Mr. Suma which is 5 hectares is behind this plantation, Ma, if we can buy this plantation land, it will be better," said Mr. Sahril while looking at Mr. Trianti's bu. Bu Trianti nodded his head beginning to understand.
"Come, Hasbi, run the car, but slow down." Mr. Sahril returned to leaning his body.
After being satisfied to look around from behind the car glass, Mr. Sahril ordered Hasbi to speed up the speed of the car.
* * *
Bi Aisyah only fell silent as Farida continued to tug at her clothes while crying. He tried to calm her down, but the little girl was probably already too hungry. It was already noon, but from morning they had not eaten. The rest of the rice, which was only a handful of adult hands, was only enough to make Rayhan porridge. There's not a penny left. Bi Aisyah's mind was dead-end.
Bi Aisyah raised Farida's body and placed it on her lap. He put Farida's head on her chest and kissed her several times. He no longer wanted to lie to the child with hopes that only calmed him down for a moment. After all, the two children already knew that he had been lying to them all along. It's pointless.
The wind occasionally blows hard. Some plastic bottle garbage was thrown and scattered in front of the house. Fahmi, who was guarding Rayhan not far from the seat bi Aisyah and Farida, was seen running around taking the plastic bottles. He then put it in a sack in the corner of the house.
Bi Aisyah smiled. The sack is almost full. Every morning, Fahmi and Farida collect plastic remains in front of the alley. They took turns waiting for the occasional junk collector to arrive.
Bi Aisyah toyed with the plastic packaging glass container in front of her with one of her legs. He then pinched it between his toes and raised it. After being silent for a while looking at the plastic glass in his hand, he sighed and nodded his head. He then lifted Farida's body and got up. Rayhan who was still sitting on Fahmi's lap grabbed him and carried him.
"Come, we go for a walk," take bi Aisyah to Fahmi and Farida. Fahmi and Farida look happy. Staying at home with a hungry stomach keeps them saturated. They immediately followed Bi Aisyah's steps down the alley.
"You sit down, don't run around here and there" said bi Aisyah. He placed an empty plastic cup in his hand in front of him. He then put a small stone in it to resist the wind from passing vehicles. Fahmi and Farida sat to his right left.
"Mom, she looks healthy. Mom, find a job. Do not employ minors. They're supposed to be in school."
Bi Aisyah looked at the two young women who were passing by and stopped in front of her.
"Yes, Allah," said Aisha. He lowered his head. The plastic glass in front of him he pulled slowly with one of his legs and hid it behind the end of his londres which lay on the pavement floor. The woman's words were truly striking.
"She, Here, Dik," one of the women told Farida. He showed me a piece of money. Farida turned her head towards bi Aisyah, but bi Aisyah still lowered her head.
The woman smiled. Seeing Farida just speechless shyly staring at him, he approached and held Farida's hand. He gave it to Farida. Farida was seen refusing, but the woman immediately opened Farida's palm and clutched the money.
"The two sisters studied diligently huh," said the woman. Then he took his friend away.
* * *
"Stop, stop, stop, stop Hasbi." Mr. Sahril patted Hasbi's shoulder. Hasbi slowed the car down and stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. He looked towards Sahril.
"Return the car" Mr. Sahril ordered.
"Yes, go on, go on" said Mr. Sahril directing as he continued to look back. Ms. Trianti who still did not understand what her husband meant , followed her back.
"Ok, stop here" said Mr. Sahril.
"What the hell is it, Pa, when you suddenly stop here," said Bu Trianti curiously.