NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#143
Mr. Jamal stopped his car right at a gate that read Pondok Pesantren Qudwatusshalihin. One of the picket santri guarding the gate looks closer to the car Mr. Jamal. After installing the black peci he put on the car dashboar, Mr. Jamal opened his car door and got off.
"There's something I can help you with, sir," said Santri, politely bowing half his body. Jamal smiled.
"I want to meet Mr. Izzul Islam, Dik" said Mr. Jamal.
"Owh, if it's Master's house, you just go straight through the hallway. About two hundred meters, you will find Master's residence,"
Mr. Jamal nodded his head.
"So, should I use the car there?"
"Yes, Sir. Arriving there, the guard will take you to the Master's house,"
"Good, Fine. Then I go there first. Thanks for the information, sir" said Jamal. Santri's shoulder was held. After that, he got back in his car. Slowly the car drove slowly towards the direction that was shown santri.
* * * * *
Sulastri quietly settles towards the dressing table where Rianti put down her phone. Rianti is still in the bathroom for ablution'. It utilized Sulastri to retrieve the number of Jamal's pack that was on the blocker list. Sulastri started checking the list of numbers that Rianti blocked. After finding it, he recorded it. After that, he hurried out. During the Rianti prayer, he will contact Jamal to ask him to renegotiate. He hopes, Mr. Jamal will change his mind and interested in the offer. Sulastri walked towards the side yard of the house. Seeing that Aisyah's room was open, she immediately entered and closed it. Bi Aisyah and Munawarah who were lying down relaxed, immediately woke up to see the arrival of Sulastri.
"Bi, Bibik and Munawarah sit on the terrace first huh. Later if non Riantiannya where I am, say again cook in the kitchen," message Sulastri. Bi Aisyah nodded and took Munawarah out.
Sulastri took a long breath. He looked up while reciting Fatehah with the intention, hopefully what will be conveyed to Mr. Jamal, can be accepted by him.
"Bismillah!" Sulastri said while dialing the phone number.
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The sound of a cell phone rang when Mr. Jamal stopped his car in front of the house of the master teacher Izzul Islam. Abdul Khaliq was seen coming out of his room when he heard the sound of a car outside. He approached and approached Jamal. Mr. Jamal slowly lowered his car glass.
"Who do you want to see, sir?" ask Abdul Khaliq politely.
"I'd like to see Master. Any?"
"His Master is still in the mosque. You can wait for him on the porch. Sorry in advance, the car was parked there, sir," Abdul Khaliq said, pointing to a parking lot next to the house.
"Attep, Brother. I'll answer the phone first" Jamal said. Abdul Khaliq nodded and waited on the porch of the house. Mr. Jamal re-raised the windshield. The phone is still ringing. He grabbed. Unknown number.
"Hello, with whom?"
"I'm Sulastri. I'm connecting with Rianti." There was a soft but firm voice coming from across. Jamal smiled wryly.
"Hey, my beautiful sister-in-law. What is this. Exactly it. Right now I am in front of Master's house. I hope you bring good news for me,"
"I would like to offer a new partnership to Mr. Jamal. I will give five hundred Billion to Mr. Jamal, provided Mr. Jamal wants to destroy the video,"
Mr. Jamal laughed out loud.
"Well, well, well.., why do you think I want to work with a con woman like you? You have no rights at all to Mr. Yulian's company."
"Whatever Jamal said. Clearly, now, I am the official owner of all my husband's companies. Mr. Jamal like it or not, this is the reality,"
"Great, great. It's amazing you Sulastri. Hey, listen! You think I'm stupid? That five hundred billion is the result of a week of the entire company Mr. Yulian. You think I'm willing all the proceeds from that company to eat you? I have, after all, changed my mind. I've tried to offer a good deal to the boy. I only wanted one company, but he refused. So now I want Yulian Wibowo's entire company to be handed over to me,"
"Your path, Mr. Jamal. You have a heart for your own nephew. He's your brother's son" Sulastri said fiercely. Jamal laughed.
"Now no longer. He and all the people related to Yulian Wibowo are my enemies."
Jamal sir turned off his phone. He smiled with satisfaction. He restarted his car engine and steered towards the parking lot.
"Who, Lik," asked Nyai Mustiani who had just finished her dinner. Abdul Khaliq quit.
"Guest, Miss Nyai. He said he'd meet Master,"
"Yes, you make coffee there first, let the mother be with you,"
"Okay, Nyai's mom."
Nyai Mustiani stepped slowly towards the window. He opened a little window curtain just to see Mr. Jamal. After fixing his hood, he immediately went out to see Jamal sir.
"Assalamualaikum, sir."
Jamal turned and got up. The sudden arrival of Nyai Mustiani while he was enjoying his cigarette made him a little surprised.
"Wa alaikumussalam" replied Jamal. Nyai Mustiani smiled. He let Mr. Jamal sit back.
"I am Master Teacher's mother. Incidentally in the mosque now there is an event. Some want to convert to Islam" Nyai Mustiani said. Jamal sir nodded.
"But there's something I can help you with before my son gets home?" connect Nyai Mustiani. Mr. Jamal looked at Nyai Mustiani.
"Look, Miss Nyai. I am one of the pilgrims of the late Master Teacher Liwaul Hamdi. I do not want the good name of Master Teacher, also the good name of the boarding school tainted by something bad, which may come from outside the boarding school. This is how I serve the scholars" said Mr. Jamal. His face looked serious even though he was looking down more. Nyai Mustiani scrunched her forehead. He looked at Jamal's face. For a moment they were silent. Jamal has not yet spoken. He wants Nyai Mustiani to respond. Nyai Mustiani.
"Thank you for your concern. But if you may know, what is meant by something that destroys the good name of the pesantren what?" ask Nyai Mustiani. Jamal smiled. He did not answer directly. He waited for Abdul Khaliq who was putting a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Please, sir," Abdul Khlaiq said before returning to his room. Jamal has been deheming several times. The coffee in front of him slowly. Nyai Mustiani is still patiently waiting.
"I'm actually doubtful, Miss Nyai. I was afraid that Bu Nyai and Master Teacher were thinking nothing about me. But I swear, Miss Nyai. I have absolutely no interest in this matter. I just want to show my love and respect to the family of the late Master,"
Nyai Mustiani smiled.
"Tell me, sir. Nothing" said Nyai Mustiani.
Mr. Jamal scratched his next cheek while smiling wily. He glanced towards Nyai Mustiani. Nyai Mustiani is starting to look unhappy.
"May I have her WA number, Miss Nyai?"
Nyai Mustiani scrunched her forehead.
"A Number? For what, sir,"
"Something I will tell you in the form of a video, Miss Nyai. The duration is too long. Bu Nyai can also show it to Master Teacher," said Mr. Jamal. Nyai Mustiani started to get curious. He turned to Abdul Khaliq's room.
"Lik," call Nyai Mustiani. Abdul Khaliq came out and immediately faced Nyai Mustiani.
"You get me my mother's phone in the room" Nyai Mustiani said. Abdul Khaliq nodded and rushed towards the room. The atmosphere is back. No more talking. Nyai Mustiani began to feel something strange about the man in front of her.
"Hp, Bu Nyai," said Abdul Khaliq.
"Thank you, Lik,"
Nyai Mustiani turned towards Jamal sir. Jamal smiled. Nyai Mustiani recorded the number on her phone and showed it to Jamal sir. Jamal immediately noted it. After that, he began to busy wiping the screen of his phone.
"Is your phone connected to the Internet?" ask Mr. Jamal after sending the video to Nyai Mustiani's number.
"Yes, briefly. I'll connect first,"
"In that case, I just say goodbye, Miss Nyai. It's night. I'm just here to convey that as a consideration for Ms. Nyai. Again, I just don't want the big names of Nyai and Master Teacher to be tainted by things that Nyai and Master Teacher don't know. Mari Bu Nyai, I say goodbye," said Mr. Jamal. He just stood up. Nyai Mustiani nodded. Still in his sitting position. His eyes were watching Mr. Jamal who was walking towards his car. Abdul Khalik immediately ran to close the gate when Jamal's car was out.
