NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#64
Castella's body was blown to and fro down the hallway of her house. Sweaty pouring. The bottle of wine in his right hand was still tightly held. Sometimes he looked up to open his mouth like he was about to drink, even though the bottle was empty. The atmosphere in the house looks quiet and feels empty. There was only one light that lit up in the corner of the room. The rest, the room in the big house looks dark and feels gripping. Only the sound of Castella's footsteps rang out.
"Rianti, where are you. I hungry. I want to eat?" racau Castella over and over again. He continued to grope in the darkness. He looks confused. Often he looks back and backwards.
Rianti, with hasty steps stepped into the house. One by one, the lights in the house are marked. The atmosphere inside the house instantly changed.
Rianti stopped his steps. He saw Castella like a confused person groping here and there. Rianti stepped forward towards Castella.
"Where have you been, Rianti. Mom has been waiting for you. Mama's hungry" Castella said when she realized Rianti was holding her body.
"There's no food, Ma. Wait for the security guard to buy outside" Rianti said. He immediately dragged Castella's body towards his room. Arriving in his room, Rianti was forced to throw Castella's body hard on his bed. Castella's limp body due to heavy drunkenness, making it no longer strong enough to hold Castella's body.
Castella laughed as her body crashed on the bed. The bottle came loose and rolled until it fell and broke on the floor.
"Buy some more drinks, Rianti,"
Rianti stared at Castella. The movement of his body that was going to and fro made the skirt he was wearing exposed to the top. The usual circumstances that he often saw when Castella was drunk and he was drunk. Even more than that. But at the moment the situation is already a hundred percent different. The future looks dark and dark. There are no more numbers in the account. He had just opened a letter from the new company leader. Everything has been restricted. Monthly spending money and all its daily necessities have been capped at the lowest figures. He could no longer fiddle around, throw parties with his friends at black casinos, or just last night to spin dozens of bottles of wine on the floor of his room. His friends would stay away from him and no one would bow to salute him. Sulastri had really impoverished him, and Yulian Wibowo was the cause. Yulian Wibowo is a son of a bitch who has tormented his wife and child.
"While!" shouting Rianti. She grabbed her hair while resting on the floor. Her chest feels tight. His roar of breath was like he was about to let out a burning ember inside his chest.
Rianti hit his head. Lying on the floor with your feet kicking to and fro. He screams and curses.
Ranti slowly got up. His sharp gaze toward Castella's body lying on the bed, increasingly made his breathing roar even tighter. He started looking here and there. Every view he directed always displays the figure of Sulastri and Yulian Wibowo. The two people he hated the most at the moment. The anger gathered in the grasp of both his hands and feet seemed to be looking for something to vent. He looks. A couple of bottles of leftover party drinks last night. He began throwing them one by one towards Castella's makeup mirror. Castella was completely affected by the noise of a broken glass ear and a falling bottle hitting the floor. It was like being in his own world.
Fragments of glass and bottles were scattered on the floor. But he still felt unsatisfied. He walked quickly to the door. He continued walking until he entered the next room, the former Yulian Wibowo workspace.
Arriving inside the room, Rianti stood up straight and stared intently at the photo of Yulian Wibowo hanging on the wall of the room. Riding up the chair, he grabbed the photo and threw it on the floor. Not only that, Rianti opened his pants and sat astride the photo of Yulian Wibowo.
Saaar...
The sound of Rianti peeing that scattered out over the photo of Yulian Wibowo like the sound of rain falling on a zinc roof.
Ha.., uh.., ha...
"How, Yulian. How felt. It must not be as good as the prostitute's coffee," Rianti laughed with excitement.
But Rianti's laughter suddenly stopped. His face spontaneously turned sad. His mouth grimaced and before long, he cried and prostrated himself on the floor, in front of a photo of Yulian Wibowo.
"Why can you do this, Mr. Yulian Wibowo. Wh why? Why did you hand over all that wealth to that woman. Until I die, I won't accept it. Please, revoke your decision, Your Highness Mr. Wibowo. Unplug," raved Rianti while crying in his prostration. The urine pooling on the floor soaked her face and hair.
* * *
The wind that blew after Maghrib was cool to drive away the stuffy air inside the house when Sulastri opened the door. After finishing preparing dishes on the table in the living room, he chose to walk in front of his rented house while waiting for the arrival of Mr. Sahril with his entourage to have dinner together at his home.
Sulastri turned his body and stared fixedly at his rented house. Tonight was his last night in the house. His memories with the house were already imprinted in his heart. If he could take the house with him tonight, he would take it with him. The walls, windows and everything in the house was like it had eyes and was now staring at his sad eyes.
Sulastri. He looked towards the side hallway of the house. Slowly he moved his foot. The owner of the rented house has not yet returned from his son's house in another city. He did not get to say goodbye. But he promised that one day he would come to see her.
The sound of a car horn coming from the side. Sulastri turned his body and returned to his home. He smiled when he saw Mr. Sahril and Mr. Trianti getting out of the car. Behind them, also Pratama and his wife followed.
* * *
Rianti. His own eyes turned sharp again. He took a deep breath and blew it hard. He clenched his hands back. His teeth were grinding strong. Photo Yulian Wibowo kicked him hard. He then walked out in a hurry. Stay with his rumbling breath.
Arriving in the kitchen, Rianti opened a closet drawer in the corner of the kitchen. Several knives of various sizes, he sorted one by one.
Rianti smiled and nodded his head. One large knife was taken out and placed it in front of his face. Sulastri must die. He would make her die slowly until she bled out. Only he and Castella are entitled to everything that Yulian Wibowo left behind. When it is in the hands of the unjust, he must die. The foreign woman has ruined him, even to hire a hit man tonight he can't afford to make. He's got to do it himself. And indeed it would be more satisfying to her heart if she had drenched Sulastri's blood.
Rianti picked up a washcloth hanging on the plate rack. He then wrapped the knife and slipped it around his waist. After that, he again stepped towards Castella's room.
"Is that you, Rianti?" castella asked with her eyes closed. Still in a supine position in bed. Rianti did not answer. He stared at Castella's body.
"Come, Rianti. Mama wants another drink. Mama also wants Jeri to scold me. Get Mama."
Rianti. He turned his body and left Castella.