NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#69
This morning. In a large house located under a hill filled with lush trees. The mansion is located about 300 meters from the big road. The road to the house is a rocky road whose edges are filled with bushes and wild thorn trees.
The house belonged to Zelayin's mother. He just finished building it. He bought the location from the sale of land in the area doyan medaran, and the rest pay a debt to Mr. Ahyar. He immediately built a large house with six rooms. Four rooms for the women he still employs because they have not been able to pay off their debts, including Rahima. The largest room is the Zelayin's mother's room. And one more room for the kitchen. Mami Zelayin deliberately chose that quiet place. In addition to its business security, land prices in that place are still fairly cheap. Mami Zelayin has to be frugal. Little money was left after he bought a pic-up car for his operation.
One day ago, Jamblang he was kicked out of that place because he was caught stealing a necklace and some money from his closet. Mami Zelayin must immediately find a replacement for Jamblang. He needs two guards because he is afraid Jamblang will come again with his friends and interfere with his security.
Rahima covered her naked body with a shabby white blanket full of patches piled up next to her. The shabby and dirty blankets that her customers use to clean***** from*******they have had fun with her. This week he served guests. An inter-provincial truck driver who stayed overnight. The driver generously left him a little tip. A hundred and fifty thousand rupiah.
This was the first time he had served guests since his move from the old place. Mami Zelayin is great. Only a few days occupying the house after it was completed, he was able to bring customers.
"Rahima, let's take a quick shower. Do not sleep continuously," the sound of a call is heard accompanied by a pounding door from outside the room. Rahima did not budge. He was still limp lying on his shabby mat.
"I want to go out, I trust this house with you."There was another voice of Zelayin's mother after a moment of silence.
Rahima looked towards the door. He sighs.
"Yes Mi, trust me, Mami just leave," replied Rahima.
There were footsteps getting further away from the front of Rahima's room. Not long after, the sound of the car rang out and slowly began to drift away.
Rahima. Not sleeping all night makes his body tired and sleepy. Since Jamblang was expelled by Mami Zelayin because he was caught stealing money and jewelry belonging to Zelayin's mother, all residents of the house almost never sleep when night falls. The threat of Jamblang that will burn the house makes all residents of the house, especially mami zelayin, become afraid. Plus with the location of the house that is very far from the crowd. Mami Zelayin was still looking for someone who wanted to be a guard in the house.
Rahima flipped his body and this time he lay on his back. His gaze was directed upwards, paying close attention to the series of steel frames that filled the top of the house. Staring on without batting an eye, making his eyes glaze over. Not because of the stinging, but somehow suddenly the shadow of Sulastri appeared between the steel frame on it. He suddenly missed the figure of Sulastri who had become a friend confided in him every night before his sleep. A few weeks ago when they were still living in the old compound. Somehow it's in the moment. Maybe he is happy with his kids now. Well, that's his hope. Hope Sulastri's life is better out there.
Rahima's tears began to flow down her cheeks and slowly trickled down on the mat on which she lay. Imagining happy children and whole families, making him have to cry over his condition that lives a long time ago. He could not imagine his future when he had aged and was no longer needed in that place. He could not imagine if in his old age, he was sick and needed treatment. No one's gonna take care of it. In fact, his body will be thrown into the hole without a funeral procession in general.
Right now he feels too tired. His body was like it was about to crumble. He was no longer able to enjoy the caress of men who alternately came to enjoy his body. Their violent and gauze treatment when they saw him pretended to smile as they touched his body, making his body like a powerful thrashing.
He longs for white face, prays and prays to God with a peaceful heart. Things he often did first when he was still a resident of the orphanage.
Rahima pulled the edge of the blanket that covered her body. He wiped his face and tears. After that, he raised his body slowly.
* * * * *
Castella had just come out of the bathroom to wash her face when the house security came to her. As usual, every mealtime, the security guard would bring a rice box to Castella.
The guard was still standing lowered his head. He was still waiting for Castella's reaction. As usual, he was the only one who was the target of Castella's anger every time he brought her a box of rice. I don't know until when. The company has not yet found a helper to serve Castella's needs. Castella was wagging her wet hair. The security guard closed his eyes as splashes of water from Castella's hair hit his face.
"Wait." The security guard turned his back when he was about to go to his guardhouse after coming out of Castella's room.
"Why Rianti hasn't come home yet. Did he ever say where he was going" asked Castella. The guard was silent. His eyes moved slowly here and there. Like I'm remembering something.
"If I'm not mistaken, last night around 9 o'clock the last time I saw a non Rianti, ma'am. After that I never saw non Rianti go home again," replied the security guard after a moment of imprisonment.
Castella sighed harshly. Tumben Rianti was gone all along. His phone can no longer be contacted. Castella sighed again. He shook his head in annoyance.
Things have really turned chaotic as a result of the woman. His family is now like it has been destroyed and like garbage scattered everywhere.
Recalling the woman, made her anger rise again. His face immediately turned red. His breath roared quickly. Both of his hands were clenched. The bathroom door in his tent was strong several times. Afterwards, cursing and occasionally shouting loudly, he stepped towards his room. The security guard who was still standing looking at him immediately rushed out.
"Sat! Dog!, how should I avenge this heartache. I couldn't calm down before amputating the body of the cursed woman. The brackets!" he cursed Castella again after arriving in her room. He began to throw whatever was nearby.
Castella threw her body hard on the bed. His gaze to and fro followed the rumbling of his breath. Sweat filled his body. He felt the atmosphere hot, inside and out.
* * *
Castella frowned so hard that her wide eyes looked narrowed. A smile on his lips slowly changed the hue of his red face. He rises. This time his smile grew wider. He nodded his head.
"Sir Efendi," he sighed cheerfully. She then stepped into her dresser drawer and pulled out her phone.
"Hello, with Mr Efendi?" greet Castella gently when the answer is heard from the opposite direction. Castella smiles.
"Can you come home today? There's something important I want to talk about. I make sure that I won't waste any important time. I wouldn't take you home if it wasn't for profit" Castella said. He still smiles himself hearing Mr. Efendi's response.
"Mother just calm down. My husband's entire company is definitely mine. I'm sure you can help me." Castella stopped her conversation. He looked up for a moment.
"One more. I will provide additional service for you if you want to come to my house," continued Castella blushed embarrassed.
"Good, Sir. I will send the address to your number immediately. Thanks, Sir. I'm waiting for Father."
Castella closes her call and puts her phone on the table. He smiled with satisfaction. His eyes returned sharp with both hands clenched firmly.
"Wait for my revenge, Sulastri. You I'll make it look like a street dog in a dumpster" he yelled, hitting the table hard.
