NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#89
Meanwhile. Sulastri, who had fallen asleep after finishing the Maghrib prayer, woke up from his sleep. His stomach was hungry because he had not had time to eat dinner. Tired after a long day of traveling to the segui area, coupled with what happened in the toilet, made him forced to sleep early.
Sulastri tidied her hair and got up and stepped into the bathroom. After washing his face, he went out into the living room.
Sulastri opens the food served on the table by Rahima. The distinctive aroma of kale pelecing arouses his appetite. He sat down and started eating his food.
"Farida, mom's resting. Don't be bothered just yet. Poor thing, mom worked all day." Sulastri. Rahima's voice was heard on the porch. It was like she was calming Farida.
"Wouldn't. Farida wants to see mom. Let's wake up, mother." Farida's cry sounded between the silence of the night. Sulastri turned towards the wall clock. It's 10 p.m. He sighs. Tumben Farida hasn't slept and is looking for him. Usually, when he was with bi Aisyah, he was not interested in looking for her at all.
There was the sound of the door being pounded loudly several times, accompanied by a half-screaming call from Farida. Sulastri immediately washed his hands and cleaned his mouth with a tissue. After that, he stepped towards the door.
Sulastri immediately grabbed Farida's body when Farida saw her standing at the door in tears. Sulastri stared at Rahima, wondering what had happened. But Rahima shrugged both of her shoulders in an ignorant gesture. He tried to calm Farida down. He was afraid that his loud cries would wake up his brothers.
"Already, Son. It's been. Can't cry these nights. Your sister will wake up" Sulastri said. He carried Farida's body inside. Rahima followed from behind.
"She suddenly woke up and cried. He insisted on meeting you" said Rahima. He sat on the sofa.
"Why, Son. Let's tell mom. What happened" Sulastri said.
"Farida wants to see you" isak Farida. Sulastri turned towards Rahima. Rahima smiles. Sulastri sighed and kissed Farida's hair.
"But your father is at work, Son. The place is also far away. There's no way your dad could come on nights like this."
Farida shook her head while lashing Sulastri's hand.
"Call dad. Farida would like to say,"
Sulastri nodded back. He shook his head as Farida insisted on talking to her father.
"But I don't have dad's number. It's also night, son. Your father must have slept."
"Wouldn't. Farida wants to talk to me. Farida wants to see me, Dad" cried Farida. His voice echoed in the room.
"Don't yell dong, son. Your sister will wake up" said Sulastri rubbing Farida's face.
"Yes, now shut up. Tomorrow we find out dad's phone number, yeah. But Farida had to promise, now you go back to sleep with aunt Rahima. Otherwise, I wouldn't have called your father" Sulastri said half-threatening. Farida remained silent. Sulastri was still looking at him.
Farida nodded. He immediately descended from Sulastri's lap. Rahima immediately grabbed Farida's body and took her out.
Sulastri sighed and laid his body on the sofa. Bagas had not visited his children for a long time. He just remembered that Bagas worked in one of the branches of his pearl company, Bima. He must have seen him make a speech this morning. At that time he did not have time to think that Bagas worked there. He remembered the explanation from Mr. Pratama related to roling between employees in the pearl company, both in Lombok and bima. Maybe he could recommend Bagas to move again and work in Segui. It's for his kids.
And regarding Farida's request to miss her father, she still hasn't found a way to contact Bagas. He was reluctant to call Bagas and tell him to go home to see his children. Bagas status is married, making it unpleasant if you have to contact him. Although Bagas' current status as his subordinate, which he could command whenever he wanted, but he still thought about his wife's feelings. He did not want his wife to misunderstand and could end up ruining their domestic relationship.
Sulastri got up and stepped towards his room. Once inside his room, he laid his body back on the bed. Various shadows and memories of the past began to decorate his mind before he finally returned to sleep in his sleep.
The night was late. The atmosphere of silence after a long rain since this morning made nature as silent in the cold of the night. The sound of water gurgling behind the house due to the overflow of water from the main roadside ditch, was heard filling the silence of the night.
In a small room. Behind the bars, Rianti put up the mukena that the officer had just delivered for him. I don't know why he suddenly wanted to pray when he saw the guard pray after the isya' earlier. Although he did not know at all how to worship, how to pray and what he had to do, but a sudden impulse of strange feelings perched in his heart, made him want to bow down and pray. Praying that he had previously considered only a waste of time, now he desperately longs to do his movement. It seemed at peace to see them prostrate with their lips as if they were talking to their Lord. When he put his face up, he felt peaceful and like he was about to enter another realm, which obviously would no longer worry his heart. He misses something he cannot express. Something that when he remembered Him, made him cry because of the mistakes he had made. To Him, to His dead father, and to those whom he wronged.
Rianti raised his body slowly and stood upright facing the qibla. He closed his eyes while taking a long breath. Her tears flowed as she began to raise both her hands in takbir. A sense of peace enveloped his soul. Nothing he said. He only remembered that he was born into this world because of the Great Dishat, the creator of the universe. The substance that hinted him and softened his heart, so that his heart was open to the truth. Although his prayer movement may not be right, but at this time he just wants God to know that he really wants to change.
The night is getting late. Istighfar Rianti shook the space he was in. The sobs of his crying made the guard fixate who was watching him.
Rianti raised both of his hands. His gaze was faced upwards like it was about to pierce through the ceiling of space towards the end of the layer of the sky.
"Yes, God. What is this feeling that is inhabiting my heart. A feeling I never experienced when I was struggling with treasure and pleasure. This feeling, no doubt, arises from my longing for You. Accept me with all my humiliation and guilt, O God. I accept my punishment in the world with sincerity. Let me remain in this prison if I still have the beautiful feeling that now inhabits my heart. This taste is more precious than the world and its contents, and I don't want to trade it anymore. I want to give up all my life to serve you. Don't let me be lulled by the treasure that has blinded my heart from seeing You. Yeah, God...,"
Rianti was unable to continue his words. His sobs are getting worse. His body was broken and finally lying on a prayer mat.
The night was like silence hearing the sobs of Rianti. If there is no darkness, there is no light. Light is useless if there is no darkness. It all started in the dark. Nothing is truly holy when it reaches the peak of its holiness. Great men are born of inner struggle in darkness and sin. For the confession of all sins is more meaningful to the Lord than a thousand praises to Him.