NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#122
Friday prayers are over. People have come out of the mosque. Including Mr. Bayan, Masku and Mr. Mustarah who just got out of the car after returning from the mosque. Not far from them, Jeri is seen hiding behind the trunk of a large mahogany tree that grows in a rice field near the house. The gate of the house that has not been closed, gives him room to look freely into the courtyard of the house. He had visited the house for days, but he had no way of entering it. On the wall of the fence of the house has been fitted with barbed wire. He has not provided any important information related to Rianti to Jamal sir. At the very least, he can meet the easy request of Jamal sir, find out Rianti's mobile number.
Jeri gave a long sigh. This time he did not want to just look at it from a distance. He no longer wants to hear scolding from Mr. Jamal because he is considered not to be able to carry out his duties. This time he had to succeed.
Jeri looked back at the gate. He saw Mr. Bayan approaching the gate. The gate is closed.
Jeri was silent for a moment. The frown on his forehead was like being pressed hard. He smiles. It seems he has found an idea. He nodded his head. After looking back and forth to make sure the surroundings were safe, he sneaked out of the place.
* * * **
Sulastri was still laying his body on the living room sofa. He was still thinking about Rianti's mole. He was thinking about how to tell Master Izzul Islam about a mole under Rianti's right ear. Difficult indeed. But he has to dare to say it. Master Izzul Islam has waited too long for a blue hooded woman batik motif in his dream. She has not been married at all since she mistakenly believed herself to be a batik motif blue hooded female figure in her dreams.
Sulastri got up from his lying down. He smiles. He should try it. If it is wrong, it will not hurt anyone. He has to think about it himself. Rianti doesn't need to know. An idea popped into his head. Sulastri smiled again. He will invite Master Izzul Islam tomorrow to his house. But he had to find the right reason to invite Master Izzul Islam. People will ask him. Including the Master Teacher Izzul Islam.
"Assalamualaikum," a greeting came from outside. Like the voice of Mr. Bayan.
"Waalaikum salam. Come in, sir," replied Sulastri. Mr. Bayan looks close.
"What's wrong, Mr. Bayan," asked Sulastri when Mr. Bayan was in front of him.
"There's a guest, Mom. He said he wanted to find non Rianti" said Mr. Bayan. Sulastri was silent for a moment thinking about who Rianti's guests were.
"Male or female, sir," asked Sulastri.
"Male, Mom."
Sulastri frowned again. Jamalkah sir? batin Sulastri. He paused for a moment to think about who the person who deserved to seek Rianti was.
"Make him wait on the porch, sir. I will call Rianti first," Sulastri said later. Mr. Bayan nodded.
"Well, ma'am," said Mr. Bayan. He turned his body and stepped out.
Curious, Sulastri got up and followed Mr. Bayan from behind. Arriving at the door, Sulastri stopped and chose silence beside the door. Slowly he rubbed a little window glass mosquito net facing the terrace of the house. He saw a tall, sturdy man wearing a white holster and a black peci shirt sitting at the guard post. Because it was still too far away, Sulastri could not know him yet.
Mr. Bayan was seen taking the man closer. Getting closer, Sulastri began to recognize the man.
"God?" sulastri. He barely knew her by her new look. Has he repented like Rianti? ask Sulastri in heart. He didn't want to remember the man too much. He doesn't want to imagine what happened decades ago when Jeri did something indecent to him. Sulastri turned her body.
"Mom."
Rianti's sudden voice from behind shocked Sulastri. Sulastri shook his head while rubbing his chest. He turned around and grabbed Rianti's ear. Seeing Sulastri look so shocked, Rianti laughed.
"Again, Mom. Forgive me," shouted Rianti. This time Sulastri tickled his stomach so that Rianti was keen.
"You surprised me" said Sulastri. He looked back from behind the window. He pulled Rianti's hand closer to the window. Jeri is already seen sitting on the porch chair of the house.
"Tuh, Look. Don't you see me wrong" Sulastri said again. He pulled the net wider. Rianti approaching. His forehead shriveled.
"God?" Rianti. He then went out. Sulastri himself chose to go into his room.
"God?"
"Let's sit down" said Rianti. Jeri smiled and sat down. He glanced towards Rianti. The Rianti he saw at this moment was completely different. His once wild eyes were full of evil, already nowhere to be seen. Those sultry eyes had now turned like glittering pearls. She looks so beautiful and charming.
Rianti mendehem, breaking Jeri out of his amazement. Jeri blushed in embarrassment.
"I don't see wrong, is this really the Jeri I used to know," Rianti said after a moment of attention to Jeri and her appearance. Jeri smiles. He fixed the location of the pecans.
"Yes, Non. I am Jeri. Like the non-messages I used to see non in prison, I've changed now. Not much has changed either. I barely recognize Non Rianti,"
Rianti smiled.
"Alhamdulillah. Praise God who has guided us. I'm grateful for all the proceedings until I go to jail." Rianti smiled with both eyes sparkling.
"I'm glad to see you like this. You have changed too. I also apologize for what I did to you first" continued Rianti. Jeri nodded.
"It's okay, Non. What passes, let it pass" said Jeri bowing his head. He suddenly felt guilty for what he was doing. Pretending to change in front of Rianti.
"Oh yeah, where do you live now?"
"I am not contracted. I worked as a parking attendant. The important thing is halal, Non,"
Rianti smiled. From the twinkle of his eyes, he seemed happy to see the change in his former men.
"Thank God, Jeri. If you want, you can work in a respected pearl company,"
"Thank you, Non. I'll consider it later." Jeri scratched his head. He began to worry about asking for Rianti's mobile number given the evil intentions that have been designed by Mr. Jamal and Efendi. But he has already spent a large amount of money from Jamal sir. Jamal sir will kill him.
"May I ask for her mobile number, Non. Let me easily contact Non,"
Rianti smiled nodding his head. He got up and went into the room to get his phone. Upon arriving in the room, he saw Sulastri lying down reading a magazine. The phone on the table got it.
"Is that Jeri?" sulastri asked, showing her face from behind the magazine.
"Yes, Mom. He is indeed Jeri" replied Rianti.
"Do you want him here, son," asked Sulastri. He returned to the magazines he read.
"He just wanted to see Rianti, Mom. He seems to have changed now. Alhamdulilah," said Rianti. He then went out and returned to the porch.
Rianti showed Jeri his phone number. Jeri then recorded it.
"Then I want to say goodbye, Non. I want a marker soon. It's 2 o'clock,"
"Loh, don't drink first,"
"When I come back here again. The important thing is to meet Non Rianti first,"
Jeri got up following Rianti. After shaking hands with Ranti, Jeri stepped towards her motorcycle parked beside the guard post. Rianti kept looking at him happily. He did not expect Jeri to follow in his footsteps to repent and return to the right path. He hopes, Jeri istiqomah. He waved his hand when he saw Jeri bend his body before riding his motorcycle.
