NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#63
"Sir Gazali, please follow them. Make sure that Castella and non Rianti go home on Cempaka Street. Make sure they are treated well. Make sure all his needs are met as usual," said Sulastri. He allowed those who were still standing to sit in their seats.
Sulastri. He closed his eyes for a moment. Trying to get rid of his nervousness when starting to open a meeting. This was the first time she had faced important people in her husband's company. He who is only a graduate of Madrasah Aliyah, suddenly had to lead a meeting in a large company owned by Yulian Wibowo. He has to convince himself that all success starts from the beginning. He also had to convince the people in front of him that Yulian Wibowo had not wrongly chosen him as the leader of the company.
Sulastri clasped his hands firmly and slowly opened his eyes. One by one he saw the faces of the people in front of him. Sulastri smiled. The ballpoint pen in his pocket was taken and placed on the table. Mr. Sahril picked up a small book and placed it in front of Sulastri.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh,"
"Wa alaikum salam" they answered in unison. Their gazes were directed towards Sulastri.
"Honored fathers. I hope, Fathers who are present here will re-fill the position that has been abandoned when Castella maam held this company. The company is moving forward thanks to the hard work of the Fathers, and I am proud to be in the midst of great people like you. With the help of my Fathers, I believe I can take this company even further."
Sulastri swallowed his saliva deeply. The silent atmosphere made him clumsy. Various questions popped up in his mind seeing the people in front of him just silent and focused staring at him. Is there something wrong with what I said? Is it too much? Sulastri's mind started to fret.
Mr. Munawar, the most elder person in the company suddenly got up. Sulastri's chest is pounding. People are looking towards Mr. Munawar.
Mr. Munawar looked towards Sulastri. Makes Sulastri's heart beat faster. He lowered his head. Fretting toying with the ballpoint pen in his hand.
Prok, prok, prok.
There was applause in the room. Sulastri raised his head. This time everyone in the room stood up and clapped. The boisterous sound of applause broke Sulastri's heartache. Sulastri smiled.
"I represent my friends congratulate you on the leadership of Ms. Sulastri. We are confident, together with our mother will be able to continue to advance this company," said Mr. Munawar. Sulastri got up and lowered his body, smiling.
"Thank you. Thank you," said Sulastri. He wiped away the tears that suddenly flowed down his cheeks. He was moved and did not expect to get a good response from the company officials. Sulastri invited them to sit down.
"Bu Sulastri, our job after this is to sell balck casino in accordance with the message and expectations of Mr. Yulian Wibowo." sidelined Mr. Sahril shortly after Sulastri sat back down.
"Yes, Sir. That's what I read in my letter. But, if you may know, what business is roughly suitable to replace the black casino. I ask the advice of the gentlemen." Sulastri stared one by one at the meeting participants.
"We've found a location to make a new venture in lieu of black casinos. Sorry, Madam. I had to go ahead of my mother. The location is very good and I'm afraid there are other business people who precede us" said Mr. Sahril. Sulastri smiled as he nodded his head.
"It's okay, sir. You understand more about this problem. So, I leave everything to Mr. Sahril and colleagues."
"But we're just setting up the right location, ma'am. Regarding what is a suitable business, we leave it round and round to Mother" said Mr. Sahril. Sulastri was silent for a moment. He suddenly remembers being held for several days in a hidden prostitution complex. As he sat pensively, he imagined that one day it would turn into a beautiful place. Where families spend the weekend. Its strategic location with beautiful views along the river, makes the place worth mastering. That wish was just his wish at that moment. Life is driven by the desire to free her friends from the clutches of Zelayin's mother. But Mr. Sahril has already bought another land.
"Good, Sir. We'll think of a proper venture for that location later after seeing its location." Sulastri turned towards Sahril.
"Maybe Mr. Sahril can take me to see the location" Sulastri continued.
"Soon Mom. The plan is I will take the mother for a walk tomorrow to see the location," said Mr. Sahril spryly.
Sulastri smiled.
"Fathers I respect. Maybe this is all we can talk about today. I will call the fathers back after there is a development related to what business we will build in the new place. I think so, sir," said Sulastri. All the participants nodded their heads. One by one they approached shaking Sulastri's hand. Bidding at once congratulations.
The atmosphere feels lonely. Only Sulastri accompanied by Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama still live in the room.
"Oh yes, Mom. I'd better move to the house on Daha Street. I need a more comfortable place with the kids" Mr. Sahril said. Sulastri. He raised both his eyebrows while looking up. He will leave the rented house after a few days with his children. The rented house has preserved his memories for years. The house that bears witness to his life journey.
Sulastri. He actually still has a long trauma if he has to return home on the road. The house is a silent witness to how he was treated like an animal by Castella and Rianti. But at home also love began to bloom for Yulian Wibowo. The beautiful period is so short but its beauty will not be lost in time.
"How, ma'am," said Sahril after a long wait for Sulastri to drown in his daydream.
Sulastri nodded back. He stared at Mr. Pratama's face and Mr. Sahril alternately.
"Sir, help me raise this company. Reprimand me if I am wrong in the lead. And don't hesitate to teach me what I should know" Sulastri said. Both of them nodded with smiles.
"That's for sure, Mom. We will both always accompany the mother advancing the company. Mr. Yulian's services are so much in our lives. There is no other way to repay him than by continuing the father's ideals" Mr. Sahril said.
"So is I, Mom. I used to be one of the company owners in Tanjung Aan Praya area. I'm broke. I almost committed suicide because of so much debt. Mr. Yulian came to my aid and paid off all my debts without any conditions of return. He just asked me to work really hard for this company. I never asked for a salary by Mr. Yulian, but he was furious when I refused to take a salary." Mr. Pratama wiped his tears. He was crying sobbing. Mr. Sahril rubbed his back.
" He used to be notorious, but his mischief was covered by his kindness and generosity. And amazingly, Mr. Yulian changed a hundred percent when he married his mother. That is why we are very confident this company will advance under the leadership of the mother. Mr. Yulian alone can be conquered let alone others," said Mr. Sahril added.
"Thank you, sir." Sulatri wiped her tears. His second story about Yulian Wibowo brings back his mind to the memories of his past with Yulian Wibowo.
"Pick me up later tonight after the isya prayer, sir. Bring Trianti too. Mr. Pratama also brought his wife. I want to have dinner with you guys. I will cook my own homemade food menu that is very liked by the late father," said Sulastri. He got up and asked the two of them to leave the room.