NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#76
Jamblang stopped his motorcycle under a tree that was brightly lit by street lights. Maghrib.
He was intrigued by some of the pictures he had seen several times along his journey. Get off his bike and step into a tree. He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight.
Jamblang frowned. It was like knowing a picture of a woman in the leaflet. He directs his flashlight further down. He looks excited' reading the writing below the picture.
"Reprecious?"
Jamblang looked around him. The atmosphere looks lonely. He scraped the tip of the paper with his finger and removed it very carefully. He then walked to a brighter place under a streetlight not far from where he stood. The jamblang sat down and began to pay attention back to the image in the leaflet.
"This is Rahima. But who is the one who seeks Rahima, to the extent that it will reward that much? It's crazy!" tanya Jamblang muttered to himself. Jamblang looked back at the entire tree trunks on the side of the road. Far away there, he could still see two trees that were affixed to leaflets like the one he was holding. Perhaps the leaflet was also the one he saw before he stopped at that place. It's hard to believe it. This can't be the work of a prankster. It's so serious. Drawing it is also not kidding, plus it is tacked in large quantities along the way.
Jamblang. Rahima is beautiful. But that was before. Even though the current beauty lines are still emanating on his face, but he doubts if the price of Rahima who is now four-headed to penetrate the number of that size. But he remained convinced, the picture in the leaflet was indeed Rahima. Bitch mistress mami Zelayin.
Jamblang opened his phone. The HP number in the leaflet is then recorded. Then he started calling that number.
"Assalamualaikum" Jamblang said when he heard a woman's voice from across the street.
"Sorry, Mom. Is it true that the mother who stuck the leaflet on the side of the road," said Jamblang. He scrunched his forehead. It turns out to be true. The woman across the street is looking for Rahima.
"Can I know Rahima's full name and address?" ask Jamblang again while trying to recognize the voice of the woman across.
Jamblang. The woman did not know Rahima's address and long name. He just said to bring anyone named Rahima. If Rahima was the Rahima she was carrying, then the 50 million positive reward would be hers.
"Do I know where to take Rahima if I find her" Jamblang said. He nodded after a long moment of silence hearing the answer of the woman across. It was still difficult to recognize the voice of the woman who spoke to him on the phone.
Jamblang closed his call. He sighed and put his phone back in his levis pocket. The leaflet then folded it up and immediately stepped towards his motorcycle.
The sound of the jamblang motorcycle pot breaks the silence of the road. Not long after, the motorbike he was riding fast raced muddy the night. The exhaust fumes billowed and were seen scattered in the light of street lamps.
* * * * *
"Rome!" Call Mami Zelayin when standing at Rahima's room door. The door sounds creeping. Rahima, who was wearing only a sarong, showed her face from behind the door.
"What's up, Mi," asked Rahima.
Mami Zelayin pushed the door and entered. Rahima's body almost fell down. Mami Zelayin looked at Rahima's face and took turns looking at the leaflet in her hand. Rahima could only stare at Zelayin's clueless mother.
"Look carefully who is in the painting" said Zelayin. He gave the leaflet to Rahima. Rahima grabbed it slowly. His gaze was still fixed on the direction of Zelayin's mother.
"Have, don't look at me like that. Just look at the picture well. Whether you know her or not" said Zelayin's mami in a rather high tone and sounded annoyed.
Rahima looked at the picture. He scrunched his forehead and looked back at Zelayin's mother.
"Why is my face painted, Mi. I want to be sold" Rahima said. Rahima's innocent answer made Zelayin's mother smile a little.
"So you know the person in this picture?" ask mami Zelayin.
"Yes, Mi. I obviously use everything. I am the one who should. Why is my face painted here. What's for?" answered Rahima plain. Mami Zelayin snatched back the leaflet in Rahima's hands. He shook his head.
"You knew? what's the word under your picture?" ask mami Zelayin. Rahima.
"I haven't read it yet, Mi,"
"Now, listen carefully. The person who found you will be rewarded with 50 million rupiah."
Rahima was surprised, but then smiled like a sneer. But she was again surprised when Zelayin's mother showed her the writing below. Rahima scratched his head in confusion.
"If the story is like this, I doubt it. That might not be me, Mi. It was probably someone similar to me" Rahima said.
Mami Zelayin is back.
"Too rare if in terms of face and the same name. But whatever it is, I have to keep you. I know no Rahima but you. So I have to try it" said Zelayin.
" Now, dress. We're leaving, "' said Zelayin.
"Where are we going, Mi. It's already night. She said Mami was afraid of the Jamblang, " Rahima protested as she turned to the wall clock in her room.
"Agh! if it is a matter of money, which is more frightening than Jamblang I will fight. Already, don't talk much. Hurry up, change your clothes."
Mami Zelayin then went out and closed the door. He waited for Rahima to get dressed at the door. Several times he banged on the door telling Rahima to go faster. Shortly after, Rahima came out. Mami Zelayin immediately pulled Rahima's hand and took her to the car.
"All of you, take good care of the house. Don't forget to lock the door. I'll be out for a while with Rahima" Zelayin's mother told the three women who came out when she saw Zelayin's mother and Rahima in a hurry to the car.
The pick-up car then slowly began to leave the house. Occasionally, small stones are heard crashing when car tires are forced to go at fast speeds on the cricular streets.
* * * * *
The sound of a Jamblang motorbike could be heard splitting the silence of the night as it entered the gravel road towards a house hidden at the end of the road. The noise of the exhaust motor keeps three women in the house awake. They immediately came out of their respective rooms and gathered in the living room.
Get off the bike and step closer to the door. The night mood was silent. Only the sound of dog howls and occasional deafening owl cries could be heard.
The door was knocked hard. The three women in the living room were getting more and more frightened.
"Mommy Zelayin. Hurry, open the door. I've come well.I just want to meet Rahima. I promise I won't do anything no. I just need to see Rahima," Jamblang shouted.
No answer.The atmosphere was silent again. The door knocks again. This time he used a stone, so the sound grew louder. Jamblang called back, but still no answer. He's getting angry. He took a few steps back and picked up a boulder on the ground and threw it at the door. The sound of a rock hitting hard towards the door made a big sound. Making crickets and night crunches quiet.
"Don't let my patience go, Mami Zelayin.Open the door or I'll burn this house down. I'm not messing around, and I won't repeat my request a second time."
The sound of stop contact is turned on. Bright light is seen in the room in the house. Jamblang took off the large stone he picked up again to be thrown a second time. He was waiting for someone in the house to open the door.
