NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#55
Early in the morning, Mr. Sahril was seen enjoying a cup of coffee at a roadside coffee shop. He is still waiting for Pratama. Today he has promised to re-examine the land to be purchased, in the Doyan area of Medaran.
A silver car was seen entering the side parking lot of the tavern. Shortly afterwards, Pratama was seen coming out and smiling at Mr. Sahril. Mr. Sahril stood up and shook Pratama's hand.
"Please sit down, Mr. Pratama," said Mr. Sahril to invite Mr. Pratama to sit down. Mr. Sahril clapped his hand at the shopkeeper.
"Well, you're alone, sir," said Mr. Pratama shortly after sitting in the front seat of Mr. Sahril.
Mr. Sahril took out his cell phone and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
"It just so happens that today, the mother is out with her children again, Ms. Sulastri." Mr. Sahril took out a cigarette from a pack of cigarettes in front of him then lit it.
Mr. Pratama looked seriously. He moved his chair further.
"His children Sulastri how do you mean Father" he asked curiously.
Mr. Sahril smoked his cigarette slowly. He allowed Mr. Pratama to drink his coffee when the cafe waiter released a cup of coffee in front of Mr. Pratama.
Mr. Sahril dispelled the cigarette smoke that came across his face by shaking his hand.
"Alhamdulillah, the children of Sulastri's mother have been found, but the Sulastri's mother is still missing." Mr. Pratama again scrunched his forehead.
"Disappeared?" ask Mr. Pratama. The frown on his forehead became increasingly apparent as he frowned strongly.
"Said aunt who works at home, he said he was looking for work and until now he has not returned home," continued Mr. Sahril.
Mr. Pratama shook his head. He pulled his body back and leaned it back on the chair.
"Thank you Miss Lastri," sighed Pratama. He lifted his coffee cup and drank it.
"That's why, until now I have not been able to gather the fathers to discuss the company's problems. Ms. Sulastri is the key to blocking Castella's movements. Right now we really need Sulastri's signature"
Mr. Pratama again shook his head. He looked at Mr. Sahril. Mr. Sahril smiled. He knows that currently Mr. Pratama is very dizzy with the behavior of Castella.
Mr. Sahril put his phone in his pocket when he finished drinking his coffee. A piece of money he tucked under a cup of coffee. After that, he took Mr. Pratama away.
* * *
"That's the land we're going to buy but we're still waiting for the plantation owner to sell the land. Hopefully he will sell it" Sahril said.
Mr. Pratama lowered his head and noticed the plank of cardboard attached to the trunk of the mahogany tree.
"Well, this is for sale, sir," said Mr. Pratama. The unconscious Mr. Sahril lowered his head. He smiled and leaned back while stroking his chest in relief.
"Alhamdulillah, the shoots in love ulam also arrived. Mr. Yulian Wibowo's good intentions were finally facilitated by God. Come on, sir, speed up the car, I can't wait to see Mr. Suma," said Mr. Sahril excitedly. Mr. Pratama smiled and began to accelerate the speed of his car until it reached the end of the bridge. The car then turned down a narrow path towards a small cottage near the river under the bridge.
* * *
Meanwhile. In a shopping mall in Jerowaru city. Bu Trianti today invited Fahmi, Farida, bi Asiyah and Rayhan to one of the city's famous shopping centers, seems busy choosing some clothes that are displayed in a store in the mall. Fahmi and Farida who were still timid could only nod each bu Trianti showed a few pieces of clothes to the two. They are confused to see so many hearted groceries. Not to mention a number of toys of various shapes bought by Bu Trianti. What both of them could only see and want, everything was bought.
Bi Aisyah smiled when she saw the two turning their heads towards them. The presence of bu Trianti who always adjoined them to their rented house since their first meeting, made the two no longer often ask about his mother. The need for a home is fulfilled. In fact, Ms. Trianti hired one maid to help her take care of the house. He is now more focused on taking care of Rayhan. He just hopes, Sulastri also soon can be found, whether it's alive or dead.
"Come, Bi." Bu Trianti grabbed bi Aisyah's hand and told her to pick some clothes in front of her.
"No need, Mom. Only children buy clothes. I just use this alone," said bi Aisyah blushed in embarrassment.
Bu Trianti stared at bi Aisyah.
"Bik, every month, the company owned by the late Mr. Yulian Wibowo always sets aside twenty percent of the company's profits to donate to the needy. This began after he married Miss Lastri. Lastri's role as a wife slowly began to direct father-owned companies into companies that care for others. Mr. Sahril said, the figure of Miss Lastri deserves to be a hero of the company. This is a bit of a tribute to the people closest to Pastri." Bu Trianti held the hand of bi Aisyah.
So, now Bibik must also take the Bibik part," continued Bu Trianti with a smile. Bi Aisyah smiled and with a shy blush began to observe the clothes that were in front of her.
* * *
The scorching sun began to feel stinging when the afternoon slowly did not feel there was already at the top. The atmosphere of the road that is crowded with smoke from passing vehicles adds to the atmosphere more unfriendly. Only a traveling fruit vendor and several street buskers were seen sitting by the side of the road waiting for the red light to light at the crossroads.
While Bu Trianti and his group still enjoy food in a restaurant in the mall, nun far away, about five kilos from them, Sulastri still stepped slowly down the sidewalk. So far, he has walked more than five kilos following the directions of those he asked along the way. The remaining ten thousand in his hand, he was forced to use for the freight of ten kilos only. He had to go down and continue on foot because he no longer had the money to pay the freight. The scorching sun repeatedly forced him down into the roadside ditch to drink the water. But this time he was really tired. His feet were no longer able to move. His body felt stiff and began to cramp.
Sulastri threw his body on the edge of the sidewalk. His breathless breath forced him to lean weakly against a nearby tree. Iatak knew again how far he had to walk before he got to his destination. He felt he was no longer capable. Let alone the many miles, one step he can no longer. He's too tired. The hope is only one, there will be people who feel sorry for him and offer him a ride.
Sulastri started waving his hands towards every passing car.
