NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#94
This morning the sky was back. The drizzle has started to come down with the cold morning air. The streets still look deserted. Only one car was seen passing by. The motorcyclists will probably think long to get out, looking at the dark sky. The shop on the side of the road is also still not seen open.
The sound of shoe steps sounded in the prison hallway. Rianti, who was reading the first sheet of the iqra' book with his cellmate, stopped reading when the correctional officer stopped in front of his room.
"Sister Rianti, there's someone coming to see" the officer said as he unlocked the cell. Rianti frowned.
"What time, sir," asked Rianti to the officer. The officer looked at the clock in his hand.
"Hour 6," the officer replied briefly. Rianti. Tumben so early this morning mom came to visit. Anything important? Batin Ranti's. He immediately closed the iqra's book in front of him.
"Jamila, let's continue later, yeah. I want to see a guest first" Rianti told his girlfriend whom he called Jamila. Jamila nodded her head.
"Yes, you go first" said Jamila as she strode towards her bed.
After tidying up her hijab and clothes, Rianti rushed following the attendant towards the waiting room.
The officer opened Rianti's door and left her. Simultaneously, there was a rustle of rain from the roof of the house. The rain started to fall hard.
Rianti was silent at the door when he saw a man with half a gray hair sitting on his back to the door. He looked fixedly at the man's back and tried to remember if he knew the man. Rianti slowly approached. His steps were slow and almost inaudible.
Rianti. The man looked up and smiled. Rianti still could not recognize the man even though he felt he had seen him. Seeing Rianti look confused, the man invited Rianti to sit down.
"Sit down, son. I'll tell you who I am" said the man. Rianti slowly dropped his body on the wooden chair. His gaze was fixed full of telisik towards the face of the man with both eyebrows that had whitened it. Looking at his burly body, he was sure that the gray hair and his eyebrows were not old.
"You must be confused and wondering who I am" the man said with a smile.
"When you were 5 months old, I went to Singapore. So it's only natural that you don't know me."
The man put his hand out.
"Include me, I'm Mr. Jamal Wibowo. I'm your father's younger brother, Yulian Wibowo" said the man who introduced himself as Jamal Wibowo. Rianti was still fixedly looking at the man who was unceasingly pouting that smile. Rianti nodded small. He did not fully believe the man's confession yet. Although he found similarities with the photo of his late father when he was young with a man who had little resemblance to the man in front of him. Seeing that Rianti did not welcome his hand, Jamal pulled back his hand. Mr. Jamal sighed.
"Alright, I have something to convince you more" said Jamal. He pulled the phone out of his pocket. He appears to be wiping his phone screen. Not long after, he showed a photo to Rianti.
Rianti noticed the photo on the phone screen. He took the phone. Two men were standing arm in arm on a bridge. As he remembered, the photo was also what he had seen on the photo album owned by his late father. Rianti gave the phone back to Jamal. He looked back at Jamal. He believed that the man in front of him was indeed his father's brother.
"Mr didn't have the last photo with your father. Understandably, you spend more time abroad." Mr. Jamal is seen sliding the phone screen again.
"This is a picture of your father marrying your mother. This is the father who wears a black suit" Jamal said again showing a photo on his mobile phone. Rianti nodded his head. It was her mother's photo when she got married.
Rianti got up and thrust out his hand. Mr. Jamal's hand was then kissed. Rianti sat back down.
"How do you know I'm here?" Rianti. Jamal smiled.
"Sir Efendi told me. He is my business partner. He said that he would cooperate with your late mother before his late father's second wife took over the company" Jamal said in a slightly angry voice. Rianti sighed and lowered his head.
"Father knows how you're feeling right now. You must be angry because the company that was supposed to be yours was taken by people who did not deserve to have it. I'm sure this is all a sneaky trick from Mr. Sahril." Mr. Jamal growled in annoyance. His hands were clenched and stomped on the table. Rianti turned around, trying not to pay attention to Jamal sir.
"But don't worry. You came here to help you. You're going to help you take back your papa company from that woman" Jamal said. He held Rianti's hand. Rianti pulled his hand slowly, away from the hand of Jamal sir.
"It's all over, sir. I have no interest in talking about the company. I have to take responsibility for my actions for killing the late Papa" Rianti said in a soft voice.
Jamal looked at Rianti. He smiled cynically.
"Father is not at all surprised you killed your father. Your father's exaggerated attitude of trusting others rather than his own family, making you and your mother's house natural to kill him. I would do the same if I were his son" Jamal said. Rianti's face changed. He's not at all happy to hear Mr. Jamal's words.
Rianti suddenly stood up.
"If you're just here to discuss the company, sorry, I'm not interested. Papa has mandated his company to the right people" Rianti said firmly. Mr. Jamal scrunched his forehead. He did not expect to get such a response from Rianti. Mr. Jamal is standing. He looked in wonder at Rianti.
"You mean?"
"Pak Sahril and Ms. Sulastri are good people. They both actually run the mandate given by papa. I gave the company to them" replied Rianti firmly.
"Stupid you, Rianti. You're handing over your company to a person who has absolutely no blood relation to you?" Mr. Jamal shook his head in ridicule at Rianti.
"Bu Sulastri was the wife of the deceased papa. She's my mom too. He was the only one who gave me encouragement when I was hit by a problem like this. As for the Father, the Father came here only for the benefit of the Father himself," said Rianti. His ferocious nature reappeared.
"Father did this for you, Rianti. Father is old. It's a family marwah thing,"
Rianti. He tried to stabilize his breath. He sat back. His forehead in his massage.
"I'm sorry if you're straight to the point to the company's problems. You certainly will not stay silent to see you in prison continue. I will help you get out of this place soon. That's an easy thing. I've prepared some money to shorten your prison term,"
Rianti raised his face. He looked into Jamal's eyes. Rianti smiled.
"I'm sorry, sir, twenty years in prison is too light for me. My mistake is too big. I do not want to shorten it, especially in ways that are not right" said Rianti firmly. Seeing from earlier Rianti continued to refute him, Mr. Jamal began to look emotional. He stood up and kicked the table.
"From that moment you kept arguing against me. You are being helped even more arrogant. Your brash son Rianti. I've been fighting to come all the way to help you, but this is the answer you gave me,"
"Sorry, Sir. It's time for me to come in" Rianti said. Mr. Jamal looks increasingly emotional. Face reddened. Both of his hands were clenched.
"Protect you in this place. The child does not know himself. Same father same son. I'm sure, now your father is floundering in the heat of hell,"
"Shut up!" shouting Rianti. His voice surprised Jamal and the officer sitting outside the room. Hearing that shout, the officer immediately entered and approached towards Rianti.
"Don't try to say nothing about my dad. It's reasonable if you used to take Dad out of the company," continued Rianti fierce. Jamal clenched his hand. His teeth sounded crackling. He was really angry to hear Rianti's scream.
"Sir, take me back to the cell," said Rianti as he passed leaving Jamal's pack. Mr. Jamal glared sharply at Rianti looking out of the room. His overflowing emotions made his hand unconsciously pound the table very hard, making the guard who was carrying Rianti turn around and return to the room.
"Sir, please leave this place immediately. Don't let me report you to the police. Hurry along!" said the officer. Mr. Jamal gave a rough sigh. Continuing to stare intently at the officer, he stepped out of the room with his absorbency.