NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#73
Seen crescent of the 5th Qomariyah date on the horizon maghrib. It was clear and beautiful among the dark sky of Maghrib. The absence of trees in front of the gate of the house, making Sulastri who sat in front of the terrace of the house, seemed free to enjoy the view of the sky in front of him. The breeze blowing breezes gently hit her unraveling hair. At the guard post, Mr. Bayan is seen sitting in his chair. Occasionally cigarette smoke billows under the light of the headlights of the gate.
Munawarah bowed his head when he saw Sulastri sitting in the front seat of the terrace of the house. In his hand, a tray containing a cup of coffee that he will bring to Pak Bayan at the guard post.
"Kids where, Bi," Sulastri said to Rahima. Munawarah stopped his steps.
"Fahmi and Farida are paying the same salary as Aisyah, Ma'am. If the Rayhannya was playing with me again. But I want to bring coffee first for Mr. Bayan," replied Munawarah.
"Let's go back, bring Rayhan here, yeah, Bi,"
Munawarah.
"Good, Mom,"
Munawarah immediately rushed to deliver coffee to the guard post. After that, he came back again and not long after, he came back again with Rayhan. Seeing Rayhan laughing out his hands towards Sulastri. Sulastri got up and immediately took Rayhan from Munawarah's sling. After being satisfied to take him for a walk in the yard, he again sat on the porch of the house.
"Come on, Rayhan, follow your mom, okay?" sulastri said while pinching Rayhan's cheeks.
"Yeah...,
"Come, son," Sulastri said again when he saw Rayhan only speechlessly staring at him with a smile.
"Yu,"
"Yeah..,
"Good, Son. Pinter," Sulastri said when he heard Rayhan following his words.
"Yu li an,"
"Yu li an...,
Good, try it one more time, son,"
"Ba sir_Yulian_ Wi wo,"
"Ba sir Yu lian Wi bowo."
"Hore., Rayhan can already call the father's name. Pinter's son," Sulastri said with excitement. He then held Rayhan's two tiny hands and taught him to clap. He kissed Rayhan's cheek. Sulastri stared at the moon. He slowly closed his eyes. His lips were seen moving chanting Fatehah to Yulian Wibowo. Her tears are flowing.
Fahmi and Farida look out. Seeing Sulastri sitting on the porch of the house with Rayhan the two immediately ran towards him. Sulastri immediately wiped her tears. Rayhan who was in his lap he handed it to Fahmi to be carried.
"Bring your sister to bi Aisyah yes, your sister has to sleep. It was cold outside as well" Sulastri said as he pulled Farida's body standing in front of him and placed it on his lap.
"How's his hand, son. Already better?" sulastri said as she examined the bandage on Farida's arm. He kissed Farida's head.
"It's not sick, Mom. Just open it, yes," Farida said as she tried to open the bandage on her arm. Seeing that, Sulastri immediately prevented him.
No need, Son. The doctor said, wait three days. There's only two more days. You're patient, "prevent Sulastri. Farida's face pouted. He rubbed his head in Sulastri's hands. Sulastri smiled and ruffled Farida's hair.
"Come, sana. Play with his sister. Also, bi Munawarah has taken out a bicycle. But remember, after that go straight to sleep. "sulastri said as he pointed towards Munawarah who was pushing the bike to the middle of the yard. Farida nodded her head and immediately ran small to the middle of the courtyard. His crisp laughter made the atmosphere cheerful after Maghrib.
Mr. Bayan was seen running towards Sulastri after a while involved in a conversation with the biker.
"Who, sir," asked Sulastri when Mr. Bayan was standing nearby.
"Say, he's a painter, ma'am. He wants to see Mom" said Mr. Bayan. Sulastri scrunched his forehead.
"Painter?" sulastri. He was silent for a moment to watch the man leaning on his motor body.
Suddenly he remembered something.
"Oh yes, sir. Hurry up, tell him to come in" Sulastri said as he recalled talking about it with Mr. Sahril. Mr. Bayan immediately went to call him.
Sulastri stood up and smiled when the biker was already in front of him. He immediately let her in.
"Include me, my name is Faeshal, ma'am. I am a face sketch artist. Mr. Sahril said, I was told to go to this address" said the man who introduced himself by the name of Faeshal as he removed the large bag on his back. Sulastri.
Faeshal took out a few rolls of paper from inside his bag and placed them on the table. Some pencils he also took out and he titles one by one on the table.
"How can we start, ma'am," said Faeshal. He was ready with a pencil and paper in his hand. Sulastri.
"We start with his face."
Sulastri. He moved his eyes far ahead. Started to remember the look of Rahima's face. After a moment of silence, he steadily began to mention one by one that he remembered from Rahima's face.
* * *
After half an hour Faeshal showed him how deftly his hands scribbled pencils on paper, he showed Supastri the sketches. Sulastri smiled shaking his head in admiration.
"Excellent Mr. Faeshal. It's really similar to the original." Sulastri took the painting from Mr. Faeshal's hand and watched it closely while continuing to smile. Almost as original. He is sure, people who know Rahima will soon remember Rahima when shown the painting.
"Thank you very much, the painting is perfect, sir. Emh.., sorry, how much, sir," asked Sulastri.
"It's been paid Mr. Sahril, ma'am. It's night. I'll just go home, ma'am," said Mr. Faeshal. He packed the things he put out on the table and put them in his bag. After shaking hands with Sulastri, he immediately came out in the follow Sulastri.
"Where to go, sir," asked Sulastri when he reached the porch.
"I'm originally Kediri, Mom, but now I'm with my wife living in Jerowaru" Faeshal said.
"Owh," said Sulastri nodding his head.
"Then, come, ma'am," Faeshal said. He immediately went to his motorcycle.
"Come, Sir. Be careful on the road."
* * * * *
Time keeps passing. The night slowly grew late. Elsewhere, behind the iron bars of Jerowaru police prisoners, Rianti was still sitting in a corner of a 2x4 room located next to the police station. Sometimes he could be heard screaming as the mosquitoes bit his body. He never forgot to slip Sulastri's name when he cursed. There was no immediate notice for her about Castella's death. Mr. Sahril decided not to tell him first while looking at Rianti's psychiatric development.