NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#79
Jambang raised the catapult in his hand. The car's open glass makes it easy to aim at the head of Zelayin's mother who is still trying to balance the speed of her car. By holding his breath, Jamblang began to direct his catapult. The sound of her breathing roaring hatefully stared at Zelayin's mami. His hands shook withstanding the pull of the rubber catapult that he was pulling strongly back. And...
The catapult's hard pull and the rock that shot hard and right hit Zelayin's mami's head, making Zelayin's mami's body slammed to the side. Mami Zelayin held her head strong. The excruciating pain in his head, made him grimace in pain. His body staggered to and fro. It started off unbalanced and its head hit the car door hard.
Mami Zelayin tried to get up. Remain with a voice of pain, holding his head firmly. The atmosphere looks silent. Like ignoring the condition of Zelayin's mother who complained of enduring pain.
Zelayin's mother's body turned and turned to and fro. Fresh blood can be seen pouring from his hair. Seeing Zelayin's mother writhing in pain, Jamblang smiled in satisfaction. He grabbed another stone and put it in his catapult. This time he came closer. While grimacing with a cruel look, Jamblang pulled the rubber slingshot until it stuck on his left shoulder. On the quick release of rubber catapult, and.., the...,
No!
The loud sound of rock being violently stomped quickly and hit the shell of Zelayin's mami's head. The sound of his impact was like breaking the cranium. Zelayin's mother's body crashed the second time. This time there was no movement. His body lay covered in blood.
Jamblang looked here and there. After making sure the atmosphere around is safe, he immediately moved to the car. The car engine that is still on is immediately turned off. Then he went up. He pulled the rough body of Zelayin's mami and dropped it on the ground.
Jamblang smiled when he saw the black package under his feet. He immediately turned off the car lights when he had made sure that what was in the crackle bag was money. Jamblang smiled with satisfaction. He looked back. To the front end of the house wall. The atmosphere is still safe. He's sure no one saw him tonight. And he had to use the desolate atmosphere to immediately leave the place.
Jamblang immediately down the car. The body of Zelayin's mother, who was still lying on the ground, was lifted back up and violently threw it on the car seat. After spitting on Zelayin's bloodied mami's face, Jamblang closed the car door and immediately rushed towards his motorcycle. Not long after, the noise of his motorbike split the night.
* * * * *
"Come, Rahima. I'll take you for a walk in the yard. Tonight we'll stay up. Can't sleep" Sulastri teases Rahima. Rahima smiled as Sulastri grabbed her hand and took her out of the house.
The atmosphere in the courtyard of the house looks silent. Mr. Bayan also seems to have fallen asleep. There was only the sound of Malay music that could be heard at the guard post.
"Here, you will be with bi Aisyah and bi Munawarah. If only the friends who still follow Zelayin's mother were allowed to go by Zelayin's mother, of course I would invite her to stay here. I still need a lot of women's manpower to work in the new company's business." Sulastri suddenly remembered something. He looks soaring and poking Rahima's shoulder. "Eh, you know, the complex owned by Zelayin's mother was purchased by a company owned by her late husband." Mami Zelayin smiled.
"It turns out, what I've been dreaming about, finally came to fruition, too" continued Sulastri looking happy.
"I also did not expect that in the end I could be free from Zelayin's mother. Although indeed, maybe because it took too long with him, I was hard to leave him. He was no longer scary even though he often snapped and sometimes hit me. He's been hard right now. Thank God, he must be very happy because you have helped him" Rahima said. He stopped his steps and looked at Sulastri.
"Thank you too. I was nobody to you before. But you want to redeem me with so much money" Rahima said. He came back crying. Sulastri.
"It has. Don't cry anymore. Now, you're part of my extended family. Think of me as your brother and never think of being someone else" Sulastri said. He held onto Rahima's shoulders and took Rahima back to walk. In front of the tomb of Yulian Wibowo, they stopped. Sulastri took Rahima to sit down. Rahima looked furrowed at the grave in front of her.
"This is the grave of my late husband" Sulastri said as he turned to Rahima. "He was a noble man, who had brought me out of all the trouble that had befallen me before. Because also, I can bring you here," Sulastri said. Rahima nodded her head.
"Alfather," he sighed softly. For a moment the two fell silent and prayed before the grave of Yulian Wibowo.
"Come, we're in" Sulastri said after he finished praying. The occasional wind blew, making him cold. He stood up, followed by Rahima.
"Which children. I didn't see them?" ask Rahima.
"They slept in Asiyah's room. They would rather sleep together there than with me" Sulastri said with a smile. He pointed to one of the rooms next to him. Arriving inside the house, Sulastri invites Rahima to his room. Rahima, who was initially hesitant because she saw the inside of the room, could only stand staring in admiration. He felt inappropriate when he had to spend the night in the room. He asked Sulastri to sleep in the living room, but Sulastri forbade him. Some clothes Sulastri then removed from the large closet in the room, and asked Rahima to change her clothes after bathing.
* * * *
In front of the gate of the house, Ahmad stopped his steps. His intention to knock on the gate urung implemented. Something caught his eye at the front end. About three hundred meters from where he stood. Right at the end of the road to the main road. Something black. He can still see it even though the light on the walls of the house is covered by tree branches.
Ahmad raised his flashlight. After turning it on, he pointed his flashlight beam forward. Mr. Ahmad scrunched his forehead.Something that was seen from a distance was like a pick up car. Bizarrely. Who parked his car at night like this covered the street of Mr. Yulian's house. Batin pak Ahmad astonished.
Ahmad knocked on the gate.
"Kingin, Bayan. Open the door" call Ahmad from outside. There's no answer yet. He came back knocking on the door. This time it was harder.
"Yes, who!," was the voice of Mr. Bayan from the inside. Like shocked.
"I, Mr. Ahmad," replied Mr. Ahmad with a trembling voice. He was strangled when the wind occasionally blew. Mr. Bayan immediately rushed to open the door.
"How about this, just in order to sleep," plucked Mr. Ahmad when he saw Mr. Bayan yawn while rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, sir. I overslept. I sleepy because all day ngajak mother streets," said Mr. Bayan. He then invited Ahmad in.
"If I can't sleep, Mr. Bayan. I want to coffee, the coffee is over. Well, just mending here," said Mr. Ahmad. He sat down on a long bench next to the guard post. Mr. Bayan himself went into his post and shortly afterwards, he came out again with a flask and two glasses.
"Please, Mr. Ahmad, if you want to coffee. Stay poured. Munawarah seems tired of going back and forth to send coffee. So now he's replacing it with two flasks" said Mr. Bayan. He rested his body by slipping his legs. He looked a few times vaporized.
Ahmad smiled.
"You anyway, coffee continues," said Mr. Ahmad. He then poured the coffee into a glass next to him. A cigarette and a match in his shirt pocket was taken out and immediately ignited it.
Ahmad was silent for a moment. It was like remembering something.
"Sir Bayan, Mr. Bayan knows who parked the car down the street?" ahmad asked after remembering a few minutes ago had seen a car at the end of the road.
"What car, Mr. Ahmad," asked Mr. Bayan in surprise. He lifted his body from his back.
"It's like a pick up car. If you don't see it wrong, it's black" replied Ahmad.
Mr. Bayan scrunched his forehead. He looked at Ahmad's face.
"So it was the mother of the guests, two women who drove a pick up car. But it was a few hours ago," said Mr. Bayan. He looks confused. He lowered his head. Like back to remembering.
"Or? Did I sleep for a while, sir?" Ask Mr. Bayan. Ahmad raised both his shoulders. In the smoke of his cigarette that lives half deep.
Mr. Bayan sighed and held the hand of Mr. Ahmad. Because curious, he took Mr. Ahmad out to the road. Mr. Ahmad directed his flashlight towards the car at the end of the road. Mr. Bayan sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Ahmad. That's like the car that came here. But why is he still here?" ask Mr. Bayan curious.
Mr. Bayan turned his body and rushed in. Soon he came out with a wooden club in his hand. He pulled Ahmad's hand and took him to the car.
