NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#72
Sulastri, Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama agreed to go home when the dhuhur adhan after reverberating. Their talks with Mr. Suma as a landowner about a land payment deal are decided tomorrow at the company's office.
In the car, Sulastri was still staring at the paper containing the writing he typed earlier before leaving for that location. He read it again. After that, he stared at the rearview mirror in the car, afraid Mr. Pratama noticed. He shifted his body more flat until it stuck to the car door. His gaze was directed towards the outside.
He sighs. He saw the paper in his bag. He was a little hesitant to show it to Mr. Sahril.
"Pak Pratama," call Sulastri slowly. Mr. Pratama tried to find Sulatri's face through the rearview mirror. He looked around for a while and then refocused on the front.
"What's up, Mom,"
"If you see a photo copy, stop?" answer Sulastri. Mr. Sahril watched Sulastri from the rearview mirror in front of him.
"What to copy, ma'am," said Mr. Sahril.
Sulastri nodded back. He smiles. He still hesitates to say it to Mr. Sahril. The issue he will discuss is not related at all to the company. It's just a personal matter. But if he doesn't say it, he doubts he can do it himself. The announcement must be spread to various places and he can not do without the help of Mr. Sahril.
"I'd like to make this announcement, sir." Sulastri took out the paper in his bag and gave it to Mr. Sahril. Mr. Pratama glanced.
Mr. Sahril started to read the writing printed with a large font in his hand.
...In search of a woman named Rahima. 45 Years old....
...For anyone who can find it, will be rewarded accordingly....
...hub. Hp. 0872341273....
Mr. Sahril frowned.
"Reuters. Who is this, ma'am," said Mr. Sahril. Sulastri. He was embarrassed to say it.
"My brother, sir. He's been missing for a long time. I would love to meet him," Sulastri said as he lowered his head.
Mr. Sahril again scrunched his forehead.
You have a brother?" ask Mr. Sahril. Sulastri did not answer. Just nodding his head.
"It's too common, Mom. The address and features should be complete. Mother's name should also be listed here" Mr. Sahril said.
Sulastri was silent for a moment. He had to be frank with Mr. Sahril. If he continues to lie by saying that Rahima is his brother, then he will have difficulty answering if later Mr. Sahril offers another question.
"Actually, he's not my brother, sir. Sorry, I'm embarrassed. This is not a company business. I shouldn't have involved you in this" Sulastri said. Mr. Sahril smiled.
"It is precisely the success of Mr. Yulian because it always involves the help of others, even though it is his personal problem. No matter how deep your personal problems, if you want to involve us, we are ready to help. We have lived well, Mom. All thanks to Mr. Yulian. Like, if we used to live in the era of the kingdom, then Mr. Yulian is the king we will defend desperately. So, Ms. Sulastri need not hesitate to rule us," said Mr. Sahril at length. Mr. Pratama looks to nod his head. Mr. Sahril's words made Sulastri's heart calm.
Sulastri nodded his head. He improved his sitting position. Mr. Pratama slowed down the speed of his car.
"He was a friend of mine when he was held captive on the plantation we bought, sir. He has been in debt for 30 years to the mother of Zelayin, the landowner. He had to pay the debt by serving the guests brought by Zelayin's mother. I want him free and working at home." Sulastri said without burden. Rahima's cheerful smile reflected in her mind.
"If necessary, include the prize money, ma'am. Let's meet quickly," said Mr. Pratama.
"Rubber, Ma. I agree with Mr. Pratama. Mother's name must also be listed," continued Mr. Sahril.
It's not, sir. People wouldn't believe my name was listed there. I am sure that Rahima is still with Zelayin's mother. He would definitely consider this a joke, He would not believe, I whose former slave could give in return to find Rahima, "sulastri responded.
"So I'm not asked the same Mr. Suma, ma'am," asked Mr. Pratama.
"Already, sir.But he also does not know where Zelayin's mother moved," replied Sulastri.
The sound of the phone on the car dashboard rang. Mr. Sahril took it and immediately picked it up. Sulastri was seen leaning his head in relief.
"Hello, Assalamualaikum, Mr. Satria."
Mr. Sahril listened carefully to the conversation of a person from across the street. Sometimes he turned towards Mr. Pratama and Sulastri. It made both of them curious.
"Good, Sir. We'll be sliding home soon."
Mr. Sahril closed the call and put the phone back. He looked back alternately at Mr. Pratama and Sulastri. Both are still waiting for curiosity.
"So Mr. Satria called. She said Castella died by suicide,"
"Astaghfirullah," said the two in unison in following the sentence istirja'.
"When it is, sir," asked Sulastri. He looked surprised to rub his chest.
"So, before dhuhur. When the police officer came to pick up Castella's mom." Mr. Sahril gave a long sigh.
"This may be the aftermath of the arrest of a non-Rianti. But for more details, we have to go to the hospital first" Mr. Sahril said. Sulastri was silent for a moment.
"Maybe I'm not coming, sir. Take me home first" Sulastri said. He felt unable to see Castella's body. Especially in the way of his unnatural death.
"Good, Mom." Mr. Sahril nodded.
The car they boarded was back speeding through the crowds of the road. Before going to the hospital, Mr. Pratama first drove Sulastri to his home.
Oh yes, sir. I asked you sometime to visit Rianti. Poor thing, at this moment he has no one," Sulastri said shortly before getting out of the car. Mr. Sahril was silent looking at Mr. Pratama.
"My advice, don't you, ma'am. Non Rianti at this time must be angry with her mother. I'm afraid he'll say a no-no to Mom" Mr. Sahril said. Sulastri smiled.
"It's okay, sir. If it's just a curse or a curse, I'm ready to listen to it. I must love him as much as I love Mr. Yulian. This is also my father's message to me. Hopefully, Rianti wants to change until later he can lead his company," replied Sulastri wise. After saying goodbye to Mr. Pratama and Mr. Sahril, he then entered the house.
The Ashar Adhan gently cradles the longing ears of the Khaliq. Keeping them awake uses a little of their free time to face the Creator. But some consider it the wind. Never took a lesson. That after dusk, there will come a dark time.