NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#142
The night after maghrib. Black clouds again visited the sky of Jerowaru city, after noon the weather was so hot and moving. Bayu blowing breezy. Gentle grains of rain fell in the wind like snow among the lights on the side of the road. The aroma of the typical soil of the rainy season is smelled, making a smile of the dry lands of the rice fields.
After the congregational maghrib prayer, as usual, Sulastri and Rianti were seen sitting on the living room sofa. The wind that blows, hit the living room window curtain. Munawarah came with two glasses of goat milk drink that was brought by Nyai Mustiani's entourage. Tonight's happiness while waiting for two more days Rianti will be brought by Master Izzul Islam, like sharing with anxiety on Sulastri's face. He could not be as calm as Rianti. He had gone through such a dark past before enjoying his present happiness. He did not want the suffering he had experienced, also experienced by his children, including Rianti. The past is so traumatic when you remember it. And now, Mr. Jamal is the only scourge that is scary. And I don't know. Since the prayer, his heart felt bad. Like something's gonna happen tonight. Plus when remembering, if there is no transverse aral, and the marriage happened as well, he will be separated with Rianti who will automatically stay with Master Teacher Izzul Islam. Rianti has exceeded his own son. He could not imagine that Rianti would no longer accompany his nights like this.
Sulastri sighed fretfully. But he tried not to reveal it to Rianti. The warm drink of goat milk in front of him slowly shaved. He smiled at Rianti who was beside him. Sulastri held Rianti's hand. Rianti looked over and smiled.
"Son, if it's time, you won't be staying with me anymore. I think it's time we shared your father's estate. Your parents are no longer your top priority. Your husband is your main service. Be kind to your in-laws, because they are your parents too" Sulastri said. Rianti smiled. He embraced Sulastri's body.
"Mom, as long as you're alive, we're not going to split that company. The company belongs to us together, and mother is the main leader. Moreover, dik Fahmi will soon be home, and we will soon start the construction of pesantren. It would be better if we focus on more important things like that" replied Rianti. Sulastri rubbed Rianti's head. Rianti was really no longer interested in the luxury of his world. Sulastri.
"And one more message mom, you...,"
Sulastri's words stopped. The tone of the call from Rianti's cell phone in the room sounded loud. Sulastri forgot what he was trying to say.
"You take your phone there first. The phone has speakers" Sulastri said. Rianti smiled.
"So Rianti again listen to studies, Mom. Rianti forgot to turn down the volume" replied Rianti. He then stepped into the room. An unknown number. Rianti immediately picked it up.
"Yes, Hello. Assalamualaikum," answered Rianti as he walked back and sat down beside Rianti.
"Wa aleikumussalam warahma tullahi wabarokatuh."
Rianti scrunched his forehead. Slowly he began to recognize the voice of the man on the other side.
"Sir Jamal?" ranti sigh. He looked at each other with Sulastri. Sulastri's chest began to thump. His heart is racing.
"What's up, sir," replied Rianti calmly. He leaned his back on the sofa. He grabbed a drink in front of him and drank it while hearing the talk of Mr. Jamal who was so long.
"Before, I congratulated you on your application this morning. You should not forget your uncle. I am more worthy because I am your father's brother. But nevermind. We don't have a relationship anymore." Jamal stopped his words. It sounds like he's drinking. Rianti is still waiting. Sulastri saw him worried. Rianti spread her smile towards Sulastri. Sulastri.
"But I'm still trying to be kind to you, Rianti. I'll give you a chance tonight to think and make a decision. Otherwise, Master Izzul Islam and his whole family will know who you are. I'll show them the video. So be wise in making decisions. You can take your mother the son of a bitch" said Jamal. The last sentence sounded harsh. Rianti smiled.
"Bad. It turns out you chose your own destruction. Well, if I can't have one of those companies, then I'll make you as miserable as possible" Jamal said in a loud tone. Sulastri looked scared. He tries to take the phone in Rianti's hand, but Rianti prevents it. He knew what Sulastri had in mind right now.
"Just do it, sir. I'll wait for the results." Rianti turned off his call. The unknown number was blocked.
Rianti. He smiled and his sitting position was closer to Sulastri. Sulastri, who looked anxious, began to shed tears. Rianti immediately hugged Sulastri.
"Mother, Rianti said, don't cry. Don't think about it. We will not die with the talk and bad judgment of our people. At least a month. After that, people would not have time to remind him again. Close our eyes and ears. It will take away all our sins and mistakes" Rianti said.
"Why are you this calm, son. Why can't you act like you,"
"Mom's color loves me. And thanks for that. But if the mother is aware that we live in this world only temporarily, then the life thereof is more valuable.As the Prophet said; be a stranger in this world, be a stranger in this world, so that life in this world does not blind our hearts from seeing the real life later" said Rianti. He tidied Sulastri's hair that had decomposed on his face. Sulastri gave a long sigh. He was silent for a moment. It was as if he was thinking of something.
"But Mr. Jamal can tell you about your application this morning. Are any of Nyai Mustiani's entourage friends with Mr Jamal?" asked Sulastri astonished.
"Easy, Mom. Jamal sir kind of man can do it all. So, whoever tells him, it won't change anything. It is good to be ready to face the destiny process that God is running. If we don't stay calm, we could go crazy, ma'am. As Imam Al-ghazali said; Our purpose is to live to worship and remember Allah. Maybe the wound is still there, but life will be lighter if we sincerely forgive. So, before Mr. Jamal did what he meant, I forgave him first" Rianti said.
Again Sulastri gave a long sigh. He felt, in every way he had lost to Rianti. Whatever he said was always answered by Rianti with religious reasons.
Adhan Isya' sounded...
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Mr. Jamal who is still in his car is unceasingly cursing. He noticed the atmosphere outside the gate that looked quiet. He deliberately parked his car in front of a small road leading to the house, with a belief that Rianti would eventually accept the deal he proposed. He had already brought a map containing a letter of agreement that he had typed in earlier. But it turns out everything is not in accordance with reality. He had to move on to his backup plan. Go to the Qudwatusshalihin boarding house. Tonight as well. He has delayed the spread of the video for too long. He did not want Rianti to think of him as afraid.
Mr. Jamal turned on his car engine and headed straight to the boarding house Qudwatusshalihin Pemondah.
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