NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#81
The night's events woke up the entire house. The sound of ambulance sirens and police cars made Fahmi and Farida cry in fear. They shouted for Sulastri. They are still traumatized by the incident on the night Castella and Rianti evicted her family from the house. Every time there was a commotion, their thoughts were always on the figure of Castella and Rianti who they thought was very scary.
Sulastri saw them standing in the arms of Munawarah in front of the porch when he entered the gate of the house. As soon as they saw Sulastri, the two scattering towards Sulastri and hugged him. Sulastri held the two tightly.
"Farida's afraid, Bu. Why was there the sound of a police car outside," said Farida fearfully hugging Sulastri tightly.
"Here, do not be afraid.So, the police officer was on patrol guarding the house. So our house is safe from criminals. Now, get your sister to bed again, son. Don't be afraid. Well, look, a lot of people, right?" sulastri said he tried to persuade his two children to remain calm while pointing at Mr. Sahril and the others.
"Bi, please bring the children to sleep," Sulastri told Munawarah who was standing not far from them. Munawarah approached and held his second hand.
"But we're scared, ma'am. Why don't we just move to a rented house. It's safer there. There's no such fuss" Fahmi said. Sulastri smiled and ruffled Fahmi's hair.
"The hero is afraid. He said he wanted to be the guardian of your mother and your sisters. Boys should be brave. Can't be whiny." Suddenly Mr. Sahril approached them. Sulastri smiled towards Fahmi who lowered his head.
"Tuh, listen to me. Boys can't be whiny. Now, come on, get your sister to bed" Sulastri said.
Rahima, who was standing behind Mr. Sahril, approached.
"Come with Bibik,"
Fahmi and Farida looked in wonder at Rahima. There was another face in the house.
"Son, this is Aunt Rahima. Mother's brother. Come on, acquaintance first," Sulastri said when he saw Fahmi and Farida resisting as Rahima thrust her hand. The two of them approached and kissed Rahima's hand.
"Come, now, aunt take you to the room" said Rahima. Both nod. With Rahima and Munawarah they walked towards the side room of the house.
"Sorry, Mr. Sahril. I can't go to the office yet. The files I checked yesterday. The report of Mr. Darmawan has also been my follow-up related to the company's finances as long as it is held by Mr. Castella. Maybe the day after I could just work," said Sulastri. He held his body tightly. The air that blows gets colder. Mr. Sahril smiled.
"It's okay, Mom. Mother as a company owner does not have to work every day. Importantly, supervision and control to the performance of maternal subordinates. Well, like mom does today. Examination of the files and reports from the employees, enough mom to do at home" said Mr. Sahril.
"We'll talk on the porch, sir. There is still something I want to talk about" Sulastri said. He then took Mr. Sahril to the terrace of the house.
"But I'm sorry, Mr. Sahril. Looks like I need more manpower in this house. I need a driver. Pity if you continue to use the services of Mr. Bayan," Sulastri said after a while sitting in a chair.
"Yes, God. I forgot about that, Mom. Soon, Mom. We will find a driver for Mom" replied Mr. Sahril as he patted her on the forehead. Sulastri smiled.
"Well, I remember again, Mom. Related to the father's house that used to be occupied by Castella. It's empty now, Mom. Maybe, for a while I can stay. It is also closer than the office. We'll pull the security guard who's there to work here" Sahril said. Sulastri was silent for a moment. He had not seen the house at all. But he was sure the house must be big. Probably bigger than the house he now lives in. The house was home to Rianti and would remain Rianti's home after he was released from prison. Sulastri seemed to think for a while.
Sulastri. He looked into Mr. Sahril's face.
"I'm here, sir. The house is a relic of Mr. Yulian for Rianti. For a while, we could use it to shelter orphans and displaced children, until I could make a new place for them next to the house" Sulastri said, pointing to the side of the house.
Sulastri smiled.
"Sir Ahmad is ready to sell it. He'll stay here with Mr. Bayan. He said he had no one to inherit his land. So, he's willing to sell it,"
"remarkable. In the past, the father desperately persuaded Mr. Ahmad to sell his land, but Mr. Ahmad still refused. Even a house will be built by the father, but Mr. Ahmad still does not want to," said Mr. Sahril while shaking his head. Sulastri gave a long sigh.
"Maybe now Mr. Ahmad feels old, sir. After all, there are still many empty rooms in this house. If Ahmad is sick or needs something, many will pay attention to him. This house is too big. I can't enjoy it alone" Sulastri said. Mr. Sahril sighed. He looked at Sulastri with a feeling of admiration.
Justjust wonderful. It is this kind of soul that will take our company forward with dignity" Mr. Sahril said, holding his two thumbs up. Sulastri smiled.
"In that case, I'll go home first. It's almost dawn" Sahril said again. He looked at his watch. Sulastri nodded his head. Both stand.
"One more, sir. Related to the project in the Doyan Medaran area. Up to where the job is, sir," said Sulastri.
"Thank God, the work has begun. Just waiting for my mother's arrival" said Mr. Sahril.
"God willing, I'll be there, sir. I also want to visit Rianti in Mapolres,"
Mr. Sahril sighed.
"But the thing is, I haven't delivered the news of Castella's death to non Rianti, ma'am," Sahril said, scratching the back of her head.
"Let me tell you, sir,"
"But, Mom,"
"It's okay, Mr. Sahril. Trust me equally. I am the wife of Mr. Yulian Wibowo and the second mother of Rianti. Mr. Yulian would be angry if I did nothing to see Rianti's situation now" Sulastri said. He let out a long sigh full of resignation.
"We just need to try, sir. I will continue to try to convince Rianti, that I am worthy to be his father's husband, worthy also as a substitute for his mother," Sulastri continued. Mr. Sahril nodded his head.
"We will always support you."
The sound of the chanting of the holy verses of the Qur'an is heard chanting the goals from a distance carried by the wind that blows. The sound of roosters began to sound earthy like racing to welcome the arrival of dawn.
Mr. Sahril and Mr. Pratama finally came home.
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