NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#65
The bustling and happy atmosphere was seen in the living room of Sulastri's rented house. Tonight. After the prayers of isya. The atmosphere of intimacy that was occasionally accompanied by a crisp laugh on the sidelines of their conversation.
In front of the door of the house, there were two large bags where clothes had just been placed by bi Aisyah.
"Fahmi, all the toys have been brought?Don't let anyone miss," said Trianti to Fahmi who was still eating his food. Fahmi. He turned towards Sulastri.
"Mom, we're just here, yes, Fahmi doesn't want to move into the big house. Fahmi was afraid of the big aunt coming again," Fahmi said with a face that was parched. He is still traumatized by the figure of Castella who has expelled him. Sulastri smiled and rubbed Fahmi's head.
Sulastri smiled.
"You said it yourself, same Mr. Sahril," Sulastri said as he glanced at Mr. Sahril. Mr. Sahril smiled.
"Fahmi don't be afraid anymore. Now there is a security guard in front of the house. Big aunt will not dare to go there again," said Mr. Sahril tried to comfort Fahmi. Fahmi. He turned back to Sulastri. Sulastri smiled as he nodded his head. Seeing Sulastri smile, Fahmi followed by smiling. He also returned to eating his food.
* * *
The clock on the wall has shown at nine o'clock in the evening. Sulastri. He asked for a moment to enter his room. In that room he sat down on the side of his bed. His gaze was directed all over the corner of the small room where he spent half his age with his children. He shed tears. Fate is like a wheel. After several times being oppressed and in a down position, now God shows a little bright light on the road in front of him. He lamented every grievance when the Lord gave trials to him and his family. He began to realize, God will not continue to give trouble to His servants. There must be a light path after dark. He hoped that this would be the last path that would show him the way of happiness. He will donate his life to help people who experience what he has experienced.
Sulastri sighed and got up. He placed both of his palms on the wall of the room, then rubbed them on his face. He wiped his tears and stepped out.
* * *
Four sedan cars go hand in hand through the road that began to be quiet. Behind him, coincidentally, the Hypersport Lycan Rianti drove at a moderate speed. Many times he turned to the digital clock in his car. It's too early to tighten the pace of the car. At least eleven o'clock is a good time to sneak safely into that house. Little did not, for four days in the house, even if it was only two nights stay, he had already marked the place he would use tonight to infiltrate.
Rianti frowned looking at the motorcade of luxury sedan cars in front of him. He thought maybe the cars in front of him were motorcades officials. Rianti. At the very least, for some time, he felt not alone on the deserted road. Especially when entering the area to the Daha road. This time he was traveling alone at night. Usually there should be Jeri and Mohan escorting.
Rianti slowed down the speed of his car. He looked at the four sedan cars turning towards the small road down among the grove of trees. Feeling something strange, Rianti stopped his car. For a moment in the face of the four cars that are now stopped in front of the gate of the house.
"Sulastri?" his inner. He scratched his chin while frowning.
Rianti lowered the window of his car. Some people got out of the car and one by one went inside. Rianti nodded his head. He looked back and began to pull back his car. After that he turned and directed his car into a grove of bushes beside the wall of the house.
* * *
Castella opened her eyes slowly. His right hand instantly held his head as he felt his head throb.
Castella looked at her exposed skirt. He looked around him. The atmosphere is so quiet. There was no sound other than the sound of the ticking of the wall clock in the hallway of the house.
Castella held onto her stomach which was unceasingly beeping. His stomach was hot and he was hungry. Castella slowly lifted her body. With an unbalanced body, he staggered. Castella scrunched her forehead in wonder. Her makeup glass broke and a lot of broken glass and bottles were scattered on the floor. He began to wonder for himself what had happened so he suddenly found the state of his room was such a mess.
"Mirgin...Rianti.., where are you," call Castella in her voice. His call filled the room. There's no answer. The atmosphere was completely quiet and deserted.
Castella returned to her feet. Many times he complained of pain when accidentally his leg was punctured by glass fragments and a bottle on the floor. With great difficulty, he finally arrived at the door and opened it.
The atmosphere in the hallway of the house looked lonely as Castella stood watching at her doorstep. Again he called Rianti's name, but still no answer. He couldn't have called a security guard outside the house. Too far. His voice will not be heard. His throat was also painful and dry. He felt he could not scream as usual.
Castella looks agitated. He also could not walk through the hallway out of the house. Too far away for his current condition. One of the short streets is just through the front balcony of Yulian Wibowo's workspace.
"Indeed you should be pissed, Yulian. I'm so sorry why I didn't pee on your mouth when you were alive" Castella said grumpily speaking to the photo in front of her. He then approached. With a straddle position on top of the photo, she lifted her skirt and began peeing on the photo while laughing full of satisfaction.
After peeing on Yulian Wibowo's photo, Castella stood up and stepped onto the balcony of the house. He looked down at the guard post. Smoke billowed from the direction of the guard post, filling the gate lights. Castella clapped her hands a few times. The security guard was seen coming out and running towards the bottom of the balcony of the house. He looked up at the hand signals from Castella telling him to go up.
* * *
"What are you carrying," Castella said as she saw the security guard standing behind her with a black bundle in her hand.
"It's rice, Mom. Non Rianti said, I was told to bring you if you are awake" said the man, bowing his head.
"Unfortunately, Rianti left me some junk food?" ask Castella growled. Stay with the voice of the people.
"No, Ma. Not junk. It's a pasture cuisine," replied the security guard with a trembling voice.
"I don't usually eat rice box son of a bitch!, where bi Rahma is, have him serve it at the dinner table," Castella said with her eyes glaring sharply.
"Sorry, Mom. Bi Rahma had stopped three days ago,"
Castella rolled her eyes here and there. He sighed in annoyance. He took the package in the hands of the security guard.
"Bad! it's all because of the beast girl. Dogs! I really made him suffer like this. You are also Yulian's dog!" castella shouted furiously. Feeling the atmosphere start to change, the security guard retreated and immediately left Castella.
* * *
Rianti slowly opened his car door and exited. The knife in his hand was firmly held. After making sure the surrounding situation was safe, he began to lower his body and settle down along the fence wall of the house towards the back of the house. Under a large fig tree whose branches went into the backyard, he stopped. He took a deep breath and took it out slowly. He closed his eyes. Trying to bring back the shadow of Sulastri's face and everything that hurts her heart. With that he hopes, his desire to kill Sulastri will defeat his fear to face the consequences of his actions.
Rianti opened his eyes slowly. He looked up at the tree. After making sure the surroundings were safe, he started crawling up the tree.
* * *
"Bismillah" said Sulastri when he first sat on a luxurious blue sofa in the living room. His eyes stared for a moment at every corner of the room. There was a slight change he saw in the living room. The private workspace he arranged with Yulian Wibowo no longer exists. The photos of her wedding with Yulian Wibowo behind the sofa are no longer there. The beverage shelves that he had converted into corporate document storage, which had previously been used as a beverage display, seemed to have been re-enabled as before by Castella and Rianti. It could be seen from several empty drink bottles stacked neatly on the corner of the shelf.
"Bi Aisyah, Bi Munawarah, please take the children to the next room. They seem to have started to get sleepy" Sulastri said. Both nodded their heads. Fahmi and Farida were then invited out to the next room.
"Mom, this is Mr. Bayan. He will serve as a security guard in this house. We hope that no one else will worry about the security of this house" Mr. Sahril said, introducing a black man who had just come and stood next to Mr. Sahril. Mr. Bayan nodded his head towards Sulastri. Mr. Sahril took out a cell phone and some of his gear from his bag. He put it on the table.
"This is also a cell phone for my mom. His number is still his number. Important numbers are also stored there to facilitate the work of the mother. If there are other needs, the mother can directly contact me or Mr. Pratama," said Mr. Sahril added. Sulastri smiled.
"For a location survey, about what time, sir. Let me get ready tomorrow" Sulastri said.
Mr. Sahril was silent for a moment. He glanced at his watch.
"We leave at 8, ma'am. Tomorrow I call again" replied Mr. Sahril.