NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#71
The two men who had been waiting for a long time in the living room simultaneously stood up when they saw Castella and Efendi emerge from behind the door. Castella watched in full search of two men with long hair wearing black jackets in front of her. The two officers bowed their bodies and smiled.
One of them thrust his hand to greet Castella and Efendi.
"Include, we're from the police. Sorry if we're interrupting."
Castella turned to look at Efendi. Mr. Efendi looked at Castella full of question marks. Mr. Efendi turned his eyes back to the two who claimed to be from the police force. He then let them both sit.
"I'm sorry, this is from the police here in what order, sir," asked Mr. Efendi. He stared alternately at the two officers in front of him after they sat down. One of them took out a letter from behind his jacket and gave it to Efendi. Castella, who was sitting next to Efendi, brought her head closer and began to read the letter. Castella's countenance changed immediately. His forehead shriveled. He shook his head. He stared alternately at the faces of the two officers in front of him. Castella stands. Seeing that, the two officers stood up.
"On what basis are you going to arrest me. This must be a slander. This is tyranny" Castella shouted.
"Whatever your reason, you can do the defense at the police station. At the moment we are only assigned to bring the mother" one of the officers said.
Castella sat back and held Efendi's hand.
"Please help me, sir. Where could I have committed murder to my husband. His death is not here. It should have been the accursed woman who should have been arrested" Castella said, trying to convince Efendi.
Mr. Efendi did not respond. He still watched the letter in his hand.
"Sorry, we from the police have a witness who directed the mother to the murder. Mother's son, Miss Rianti, has said everything,"
Castella's gaze turned sharp. His breathing began to rise and fall rapidly. He clasped his hand firmly and smashed it into the table.
You're a brash, Rianti. Traitors. Disgusted son!" Castella grimaced.
Seeing that, Efendi got up. He gives back the letter in his hand to one of the officers, but Castella hastily snatches it. After that, the castella tore it into small tears. The two officers shook their heads.
"Sorry, Miss Castella. In this case I can do nothing. Please finish your business first, then we talk about the deal earlier," said Mr. Efendi. He loosened his tie. He nodded at the officer and left.
"Where are you, Mr. Efendi," Castella shouted loudly. Mr. Efendi stopped his steps and turned around. He sighs.
"I'm sorry, I'm not involved in this. And I don't want to be involved, please finish first" said Mr. Efendi. He turned his body and stepped back.
"But what about the lawyer you promised" Castella said.
"That's another problem, Miss Castella. This matter is none of my business" Efendi said without turning his head. He kept walking towards his car.
"Bad. I gave it all to you, but this is your reply? You don't want to help me at all. Curse you, Efendi. Efendi bastards!"
Castella took two glasses on the table and was about to throw them at Efendi, but the two officers sped up and held Castella's hand. The glass in Castella's hand was soon taken away.
"We hope mom is cooperative. Don't fight the officer,"
"Take my hand off. Release!" chanted Castella revolt.
"We'll let go if you want to take us to the office" one of the officers said.
"OK,Ok! i follow. I'll go with you, but let go of my hand. I don't want to look like a prisoner. Release!"
The two officers let go of Castella's hand. Castella grimaced with her hand. He stared intently at the two officers.
""Come, Mom. We're taking you to the car,"
Castella slowly backed off.
"No! You have no right to take me from my house. You guys are leaving. Hurry along!" Show Castella.
"Sorry, Mom. We just run errands. We have to bring mom. Like it or not"
The two officers approached. Castella panic. Seeing the officer pull out the handcuffs, he turned his body. As soon as he saw the opportunity, he immediately galloped into the house. Seeing that, the two officers immediately chased after him. Castella kept running upstairs. A few chairs and whatever he encountered in front of him, he threw them at the officers. He continued to shout cursing while running to avoid the pursuit of the two officers. Arriving in his room he locked the door from the inside.
* * *
"Alhamdulillah," sighed Sulastri gratefully.
"Still far away, sir," asked Sulastri. Mr. Pratama who is still cool following the sound of pop music in the car, turned his head.
"Before a minute, ma'am" said Mr. Sahril. Sulatri looked towards the front. He frowned. It was like knowing a place full of banana trees. Sulastri smiled. Well, it's true. The more visible banana tree in front of him is indeed where he was held a few days ago. It was indeed a complex belonging to Zelayin's mother.
"Sir, we stop at the banana garden first" Sulastri said. Mr. Sahril smiled.
"We'll stop there, Mom. The location of the garden we're going to buy,"
Sulastri's smile grew. His desire to free the place finally came true.
The car slowly stopped. Mr. Pratama pulled over his car and turned into the driveway into the compound.
The atmosphere inside the complex was so quiet as Sulastri stepped into it. There were no more stage houses visible lined up inside. Totally empty.
Sulastri continued walking leaving Mr. Sahril and Mr. Efendi behind. He was directed to a place where he often spent his time crying and telling stories with Rahima. Mahogany and Mahogany trees where often spend the day seems to have been cut down. All that remains are banana trees.
"How, Ma. Like this place?" mr. Sahril said from the back. Sulastri looked over and smiled.
"Like it, sir. The place is nice and beautiful. Very suitable for tourism," said Sulastri.
Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama are closer. The two now stood to the left and right of Sulastri.
"I believe you have found what business is suitable for this location" said Mr. Pratama.
Sulastri. He turned his head and looked at both of them.
"This is where I was held two weeks ago, sir. Mohan, Castella's men sold me here. This is a prostitution complex," said Sulastri bowing his head. Mr. Pratama and Mr. Sahril looked at each other. Sulastri smiled. He must tell everything so that later Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama do not know it from others.
"Sir Sahril and Mr. Pratama must be ashamed to have a former boss of a prostitute" Sulastri said. He was still smiling showing his strength.
"Everybody has a past, Mom. Me, and also Mr. Pratama. But the most important thing is how we will be better going forward. After all, it's not all Mom's will. I am just living my destiny" said Mr. Sahril sage. Sulastri smiled.
The mood for a moment was silent. The three were silent for a moment. Sulastri smiled.
"Well, sir, this is my plan" Sulastri said, trying to divert the conversation.
"Front there, we'll build a restaurant. We will build a bridge to connect this location with the location next to the river. Along this river we will make it friendly with children. We'll also green this place. I aspire, what we will do later can absorb as much labor as possible," explained Sulastri at length. Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama nodded firmly in agreement with Sulastri's plan.
"All of us leave it to Mom. Tomorrow we will deploy heavy equipment to clear this location" said Mr. Sahril. Sulastri nodded his head.
"Then, we check the location next door, sir," Sulastri said excitedly.
They also stepped towards the car.
* * *
"Mom, please open the door. Don't aggravate the mother's sentence any more" the officer said as he continued to knock on Castella's door.
"I don't want to. I'm Castella. The wife of one of the most famous businessmen in the city. There's no way I'm going to curl up in iron bars. I'd rather die" Castella shouted from the inside.
"Don't let us go in and shoot mom. Please, please make our work easy so we can help you."
There's no answer. They returned a warning. But there was no answer from inside the room. The two officers looked at each other and nodded their heads. They decide to break down Castella's bedroom door.
One of the officers took a few steps back. After taking a swing, in his tent the door of the room with a loud. After the second attempt, the door finally opened.
The two officers were stunned to see fresh blood pooling on the floor where Castella's body lay. Castella's eyes widened and her breathing began to sting. A kitchen knife lay covered in blood near his hand.
The two officers approached immediately. Castella's body then lifted and immediately led her to the car.