NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#68
The sound of the rooster sounds simple. The sound of birds perched on the trees of Tabebuya screeching welcome the arrival of morning. The morning face radiates bright when the sun shows his face on the eastern horizon.
Sulastri stepped closer to Farida who was still sound asleep on the bed beside Fahmi. After kissing the two of them, he stepped out of the house. The air that blew this morning was so cold. Sulastri smiled at Mr. Bayan who seemed to be running around in a small yard. Beside the house, under the tabebuya tree, it is also seen that bi Munawarah is collecting sugar cane leaves scattered in the yard of the house.
Sulastri walked slowly towards the side yard of the house. He immediately rushed to the back of the house when he saw the smoke billowing.
"Bi, Rayhan's still sleeping?" he asked when he saw Bi Aisyah was burning dry garbage in a garbage can. The sudden arrival of Sulastri made bi Aisyah surprised. He caresses his chest.
"God, Mom, I was shocked" said bi Aisyah. Sulastri smiled.
"So early morning I woke up for a while, Mom. But now it's sleeping again" said bi Aisyah.
"Yes, Bi. At 8 pm I may have to go see the land that Mr. Sahril has purchased for the company. Don't let Farida play the bike first. His hands are still hurting,"
"How is Farida, Ma'am" said bi Aisyah as she drew closer to Sulastri.
"Alhamdulillah, it's been kind of better. The wound had already started to dry up," Sulastri said smiling as he held onto bi Aisyah's shoulder.
Bi Aisyah let out a long sigh.
"Thank God, Mom. Hopefully this is the last time mom and family get tested. In the future, the life of the mother will be better," said bi Aisyah expectantly raised her head up.
Sulastri nodded his head while closing his eyes.
"Amen. Pray, Bi," said Sulastri. He then stepped into the room where Rayhan fell asleep followed by bi Aisyah. He kissed Rayhan on the forehead and fixed his blanket. After that, he again invited bi Aisyah out.
"Bi, later, get bi Munawarah the room key on the living room table. Starting later that night, he could already move to the next room. Let him rest more comfortably. Let it be close to the kitchen, too" said Sulastri while taking bi Aisyah for a walk to the next room until stopping in front of the grave Yulian Wibowo.
"Yes, Bi. Take bi Munawarah to prepare food for our breakfast. Ask Mr. Bayan to call Mr. Ahmad. We'll have breakfast together" Sulastri said. Bi Aisyah nodded her head with a smile. He then rushed to meet bi Munawarah.
Sulastri's lips were seen creeping after a while he was seen looking down in front of the grave of Yulian Wibowo. His eyes began to glaze over. But today he did not want to cry because he was sure that was not what Yulian Wibowo wanted as stated in his letter. Julian wanted her to be a strong woman. Who considers all the trials and trials he faces now is a stepping stone to start a better and dignified life. He must forget and remove the trauma of what has happened to him. From himself and his children.If life is only passed by moping when there are many important things for him to do, then he will never enjoy his life. He should be optimistic. What the late Yulian Wibowo aspires to achieve must be achieved in his hands.
After he finished praying, Sulastri got up and stepped excitedly towards the front yard of the house. The cold morning breeze also cooled his feelings today. He was unceasingly smiling.
Arriving on the terrace of the house, Sulastri chose to sit on the rattan chair of the terrace of the house while waiting for the arrival of Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama. Mr. Bayan is no longer seen running around in the yard. Maybe he went to Ahmad's house. Only bi Munawarah is still sweeping in the courtyard. Occasionally he looks mengaso rub sweat.
With a yard as large as that, it takes hours to clean it to be perfectly clean. Bi Munawarah who he has shared the task in the kitchen, will certainly take time just to clean the yard. Especially at this time, the members of the occupants of the house have increased. Mr. Ahmad, although he did not live in the house, but still he counted three meals. He thinks it's good he is looking for one more worker who will help bi Munawarah's duties in the kitchen.
Sulastri. He scrunched his forehead. He seemed to be remembering something important.
Seeing bi Munawarah from a distance, like back to remind him of a friend whose stature is very similar to the body of bi Munawarah. Especially by tying her hair.
Sulastri directed his gaze far towards the rice fields visible from the wide open gate. He suddenly remembered Rahima. He suddenly missed her. Perhaps, at this time Rahima was also remembering and missing him as well. Shuttering in the heart. Sulastri gave a long sigh.
He doesn't know how Rahima is doing right now. He promised that if one day he was given space by God, he would seek Rahima and take her out of all her troubles. But he doesn't know Rahima's current whereabouts. Although it is clear that he is currently with Zelayin's mother, but he will still find it difficult to find her. She had no idea where Zelayin's mother was after selling her estate. She hoped Rahima would be okay.
Sulastri smiled. After a moment of silence thinking about Rahima, he seemed to come up with an idea. He immediately got up and stepped into the living room. The laptop under the living room table was taken. As he continued to smile, he started writing something.
"Mom, Ma'am," came a call from outside. Sulastri. He released some HVS paper that he would use to print out the writing he had just finished typing. Soon he got up and stepped towards the source of the voice.
"What's wrong, Mr. Bayan," Sulastri said when he saw Mr. Bayan standing with breathless in front of the house.
Mr. Bayan scratched his head.
"Anu, Mum. When I ran to the end of the road, I saw a car next to the fence. Maybe it was the woman's car that messed up last night" Mr Bayan said.
Suastri scrunched his forehead. Without asking further, he immediately invited Mr. Bayan to see the car.
Sulastri checked the luxury car parked under the fence wall. The place is rather indented and surrounded by a grove of trees and bushes, making the car almost invisible. Sulastri carefully examined the entire body of the luxury car. Sulastri frowned. Like starting to remember something. The car was used by Yulian Wibowo. At that time, he thought Yulian Wibowo had bought a new car. When he asked, Yulian Wibowo said that he borrowed a car owned by Rianti because his car still has repairs in the workshop.
"Yes, Mr. Bayan. It does belong to Rianti," Sulastri said.
Mr. Bayan approached and opened the front door of the car.
"The key is still inside, ma'am," said Mr. Bayan. Sulastri approached the door.
"Then bring the car inside, sir," Sulastri told him. Mr. Bayan nodded and went straight into the car. Sulastri himself rushed back home.
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