NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#83
The hyyperspot lycan car stopped at Doyan Medaran street just as Adzan dhuhur was reverberating. Rahima, Rahini, Minang and Wahyu were astonished to see that the complex they had lived in for many years now looks flat without a lush banana tree. There are only a few mahogany and neem trees near the river that still stand in shade. A large building with a full front of clear glass is already in the stage of installing a steel frame for the roof. Really has changed.
Sulastri shook his head. He took Rahima's hand.
"It's only been two days, but they've almost finished one building this big" Sulastri said. Rahima nodded. His gaze was thrown towards the mahogany tree where he and Sulastri used to spend their day. It felt like just yesterday he saw Sulastri crying with his eyes. Seeing her now so beautiful and charming, she felt like she had never been together with Sulastri who was now holding tightly to her hand. Rahima glanced at Sulastri. There is no coincidence. Everything God has destined has a purpose. Including making Sulastri his intermediary enjoy his freedom. He was grateful to have been close to Sulastri when he was in his arms. It all taught her a valuable lesson. Doing good and thinking to someone without having to know him first, is the key to getting God's help.
Rahima sighed and smiled. He looked at the three friends standing behind him. He invited them to come near him. Rahima let go of Sulastri's hand and replaced it with a sling. Sulastri looked over and smiled.
"Don't go there all dong. Come here, beside me," Sulastri told one of them. Rahini blushed immediately closer and stood beside Sulastri. Sulastri took his hand.
"Money is not everything. But money brings a lot of changes in our lives. With it, I can invite you to enjoy what previously only we could enjoy in our dreams. With him I can help our fellow men in need. I can no longer just dream of reaching for the moon. But more than that. My suffering taught me many lessons. One of them, I can understand what it's like to starve. I can also feel what it's like for unlucky people to want to get out of their misfortune." Sulastri sighed and lowered his head. He wiped away the tears that began to flow on his white cheeks.
"I agree. But a clean heart like yours is what determines the change always in the good direction. You have forgiven those who have hurt you. If not for your clean heart, you will never forgive your mother Zelayin" Rahima said. Sulastri.
"God is fair. One by one the people who hurt me received their punishment. May God forgive them,"
"Amin" they said in unison.
Sulastri waved his hand towards Bayan sir who was sitting by the river. Mr. Bayan got up and immediately rushed towards Sulastri.
"We're home, sir,"
"Well, ma'am," said Mr. Bayan. He immediately rushed to the car. They continued their journey home.
"We stopped at the restaurant Bu Pratiwi yes sir. We had lunch there" Sulastri said. Mr. Bayan nodded.
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Mr. Bayan stopped the car after two hours driving from the location on the doyan medaran road. About fifty meters from the red light at the crossroads. He then turned his car around and entered the parking area of the restaurant owned by Pratiwi. Activities in the restaurant are as unusual. Some waiters seemed busy taking out chairs and some other furniture from inside the restaurant. Sulastri stared at Mr. Bayan. Mr. Bayan himself looked astonished.
"You guys were here first. Let me ask you what happened," Sulastri said. He saw Retno look out carrying a vase of flowers from inside the restaurant. He opened the door and went out. Once he saw and recognized Sulastri, Retno immediately took off the vase and immediately welcomed Sulastri.
"Sir Pastri?" retno. He kissed Sulastri's hand and hugged her.
Sulastri looked around him. Near the pile of chairs, he saw Pratiwi maam looking glumly lowered his face.
"Sir Pastri wants to eat?" retno. Although still confused, Sulastri nodded. He looked inside the restaurant. Looks lonely. Only a few women were pacing back and forth taking things out.
"Sorry, Brother. I think from today we'll be closed for good" Retno continued. He looked at Sulastri's face with a slight smile.
"close? I'm closing down, sir" asked Sulastri.
Retno sighs.
"This place is seized by the bank," Retno replied. Sulastri scrunched his forehead.
"Well, I can do it, Retno."
Retno shrugged both of her shoulders. His gaze directed Sulastri towards Bu Pratiwi. Sulastri stepped over to Bu pratiwi.
"What happened, Mom. Why did the bank confiscate this restaurant," asked Sulastri. Bu Pratiwi lowered his face again. His cries began to sound.
"I can't afford the debt in the bank, ma'am. The income from the restaurant is not enough to pay the monthly installments. Inevitably I have to give up this restaurant in sita," said Pratiwi ma'am as he pleased.
Sulastri rubbed Pratiwi's back slowly. He was silent for a moment. He saw Retno still standing looking at him.
"How much do you owe me?" ask Sulastri later. Bu Pratiwi rubbed the snot coming out of his nose. He tried to look strong.
"Seven hundred million, ma'am," he answered briefly. Keep putting your face. The blowing wind made his shoulder hair cover his face. Sulastri was silent again. He looked up at the sky. After a moment of silence, he turned to look at Bu Pratiwi and held his hand.
"Mother can still have this restaurant, provided that she will accept my offer" Sulastri said later. Bu Pratiwi raised his face and looked curiously towards Sulastri.
"You mean?"
"I'll help pay off my mother's debt at the bank. I'll invest in my mom's restaurant. The results of the restaurant will be divided by two. I will not limit the amount of money you will deposit to me to repay your debt. This restaurant is an icon of this city. People will miss pelecing kale, chicken taliwang or vegetable moringa this restaurant. The sisters here would not lose their jobs either. Being unemployed is hard, Mom. Enough of me to feel it" Sulastri said with a long explanation.
Bu Pratiwi held Sulastri's shoulder. He still did not believe what Sulastri had just said. Sulastri smiled as he nodded his head.
"What are you saying is, ma'am," said Ms. Pratiwi. Once again Sulastri nodded in confidence. The look on Bu Pratiwi's face changed immediately. Smile expands. He could not speak to express his happiness. He hugged Sulastri.
"Thank you, Mom. Thank you," Pratiwi cried again. The servants looked in wonder from a distance.
"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I shouldn't deserve this. You're a good man. You have no revenge at all. You even came to help me," said Pratiwi. He did not want to let go of his embrace.
Sulastri nodded his head towards Retno, telling her to come closer.
"What's up, sister," said Retno.
"We haven't eaten at all this afternoon. If there is a menu left, please prepare it for us" Sulastri said. Retno was confused. He did not understand Sulastri's intentions.
"I don't understand, Brother,"
"Evince the others to catch fish in the back pond. Serve food for Lastri and his entourage" Pratiwi said.
Retno is still standing. He still did not understand what the two meant. Bu Pratiwi. He grabbed Sulastri's hand and asked him to stand up.
"Come all. We cook as usual" said Ms. Pratiwi towards some waiters standing in the parking lot. He then pulled Retno's body and invited her in with Sulastri.
* * * * *
"You don't understand what's going on yet." Bu Pratiwi turned towards Sulastri like asking for approval. Sulastri nodded small.
"Mother Sulastri saved us. The restaurant will remain operational. Once again, we would like to thank Miss Lastri" Pratiwi said. He placed his palm on Sulastri's hand. Sulastri smiled.
"Thank you and thank God. He is this Enjoyer. Now, let's eat" Sulastri said. The servants looked happy. They whispered to each other because they understood the intention of Bu Pratiwi telling them to prepare food.
The atmosphere of eating by sitting on the floor adds to the atmosphere of familiarity between them. Until after it was felt enough, Sulastri was ready to go home. Bu Pratiwi and his servant stood in rows with a smile that expands to accompany the departure of Sulastri and his entourage.
