NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#112
The sedan carrying Mr. Efendi and Mr. Jamal were seen stopping at a crossroads. The car was again seen moving towards a small road on the left and right side filled with a grove of waru trees. The place was similar to a plantation when viewed from the highway. There was only a small plank with white writing that started to blur and peel.
"The Zamora Eating House"
About 300 meters from the highway, Efendi stopped his car. Right in front of a large building with a roof model barn. From the large, translucent clear glass, some people were seen enjoying the food. Several luxury cars of various colors neatly lined up in the parking area. The atmosphere in that place looks beautiful. Various ornamental plants neatly arranged in the courtyard of the restaurant. At the back of the building, rows of brown-painted gazebos. The dominating palm tree grows neatly behind each gazebo. There are only three gazebos visible occupied. The rest is empty. Mr. Efendi took Mr. Jamal to the last gazebo.
"We're relaxing here, Mr. Jamal. Forget the anger and annoyance Mr. Jamal," said Mr. Efendi as soon as he arrived and sat in the gazebo. Mr. Jamal nodded his head. He was still standing around looking at the surrounding atmosphere.
A female servant came to them. He thrust the food menu in front of Efendi sir.
"Come, Mr. Jamal. What message," said Mr. Efendi. Jamal sir is approaching. He saw the waiter. Jamal smiled faintly.
"How about I order the Mbaknya," said Mr. Jamal. His gaze was fixed towards the waiter. The waiter just smiled.
"That's a look, Mr. Jamal. Sit down and order the food. Another reservation, later above 10 p.m. It's all here" said Efendi. After ordering food, Jamal took the time to poke the butler's ass before sitting down. The waiter smiled and left them.
"It's a restaurant or something" said Jamal, looking curious. Mr. Efendi smiled.
"It's a plus restaurant, Mr. Jamal. It's Graham's. He's a former employee at Black Casino owned by Mr. Yulian Wibowo. But after the woman took over, Black Casino was sold. Many employees and employees lost their jobs, including Mr. Graham," said Efendi. Mr. Jamal's teeth sound frictional. His face turned red. His mind again remembered the incident that happened in the field this morning.
"Bad. Rianti really doesn't think I exist. Instead of defending his uncle, he defended the obscure woman. Aghs! I have to reply to him" said Jamal furious. Mr. Efendi just smiled.
"Patience, Mr. Jamal. We're dealing with a cold head. We were happy-happy here. If you are happy, bright ideas usually appear," said Mr. Efendi.
Not long after, two maidservants were seen coming with food. Mr. Efendi immediately grabbed a bottle of wine on a container carried by one of the servants. He then poured it into the two glasses in front of him.
Mr. Jamal took turns to look at the two beautiful waiters who delivered food. Mr. Efendi just smiled at the behavior of Mr. Jamal while tearing roasted chicken meat on a plate.
"Indeed still strong, Mr. Jamal," continued Efendi. Mr. Jamal puffed his chest. He raised his hand and clenched it. The two servants smiled.
"Sorry, Sir. If you may know, until what time it is here," said one of the servants. Mr. Efendi glanced at his watch.
"Maybe until night. What's wrong" said Mr. Efendi. He went back to eating the chicken in his hand.
"We'll park your car to a special place,"
Mr. Efendi nodded. He pulled the car keys out of his pocket. He threw it at the waiter. The servant swiftly caught him. Mr. Jamal began to eat food in front of him after downing the drink in front of him. The big belch of Efendi was heard several times.
A tall, hairy man came over. He put the car keys near Mr. Efendi. Mr. Efendi looked over. He looked closely at the man in front of him. He scrunched his forehead. It seems he's seen that guy. The man in front of him was also seen staring at Mr. Efendi. Both of them seemed to be remembering something. Mr. Efendi rinsed both his hands with the wine he was holding and dried them with a tissue. He pointed towards the man.
"Now I remember you. Aren't you Rianti's former men?" said Mr. Efendi. The man smiled. Jamal turned his head and noticed for a moment the man's face.
"Sir.." The man scratched his head. He began to remember the face of Mr. Efendi but he still had trouble remembering his name.
"I'm Mr. Efendi. We met once during a meeting with Castella. Come on, you sit here" said Efendi. He shifted his seat and gave a place to the man.
"Whose name are you" said Efendi. The man smiled. He crossed his legs and sat down cross-legged.
"I'm Jeri, sir," said the man who turned out to be Jeri.
"Oh yeah, yeah. Jeri. How's it going, Jeri. You work here?" said Mr. Efendi.
Jeri nodded his head.
"I work as a parking attendant, sir. Well, weigh the idle," said Jeri smiling wily. Mr. Jamal looks still cool to enjoy the food in front of him.
"Where have you been all this time when your boss was in prison" said Mr. Efendi. Jeri gave a short sigh.
"I'm also in jail, sir," Jeri said with a smile.
"Well, I can,"
"I was prosecuted for raping Ms. Sulastri" Jeri replied.
Jamal turned back. Mr. Efendi gave his thumb.
"Great, this is big history. You are an ordinary person who managed to fuck the richest top ten people in Indonesia. Great of you, Jeri," said Mr. Efendi.
"Great, great" said Jamal, giving his thumbs up. Jeri blushed in embarrassment and lowered her head.
"That was, sir. Time is still a non-Rianti man" said Jeri.
"You know what, your boss is free now. Did you not visit him" said Mr. Efendi.
"Oh yeah? When is he free?" ask Jeri.
"Include me, this is Rianti's uncle. We just picked up Rianti, but dear, Rianti does not want to come with his uncle" continued Efendi. Mr. Jamal grunts. Given the incident, his anger always soared. Jeri nodded his head towards Jamal sir.
"I also visited Non Rianti the day after I was released from prison. Looks like he's changed. He told me to repent" said Jeri.
"That's why Jamal is so angry. He does not want to reclaim the company of his papa that has been seized by the woman you once overlaid his body" said Mr. Efendi. Mr. Jamal's emotions are getting hooked. He shook both his hands. Some of the plates in front of him were upside down.
"Anyway, I wouldn't be satisfied if I hadn't avenged my heartache" said Jamal Beringas. His eyes are sharp and red. He really looks very angry.
Jeri sighs. He looked at Jamal's face. He scrunched his forehead. He smiles. Something that pleased her heart flashed through her mind.
"Sir, I have something that might be useful. It's about non-Rianti and Bu Castella" Jeri said.
Mr. Jamal and Efendi turned their heads towards Jeri.
"Tell me what it is, Jeri," said Efendi, curious.
"But I'm asking for rewards for this, as well as protection," Jeri said. Mr. Efendi smiled. Mr. Jamal looks curious. What Jeri was about to say might be something very important. Something that might smooth his intentions made Rianti suffer.
"Come on, what is it. Ask what you want if it's worth what I want" said Mr. Jamal.
"I have a debt with someone as long as I am still in non Rianti. Non Rianti was willing to pay it before he finally went to jail." Jeri sighed and looked one by one the faces of Jamal and Efendi sir.
"I asked for sixty million," continued Jeri.
"That's a small number, Jeri. Tell us what you will give us" said Mr. Efendi.
Jeri pulled out her phone. For a while, he seemed busy sliding the screen of his phone.
Jeri showed a video on his phone to Jamal and Efendi.
Smile on the lips of Jamal and Efendi sir when he saw the video on the phone screen. Mr. Jamal looks excited. He immediately snatched the phone from Jeri's hand.
"Campus you, Rianti. You'll make me ashamed of this video" said Jamal, full of satisfaction. Alternately, Efendi took the phone from Jamal's hand.
Mr. Efendi is smiling watching the scene in the video. After being satisfied to see the video, Efendi gave the phone to Jeri. Then he grabbed his phone.
"You recorded my number and sent me the video" said Mr. Efendi. He gave his cell phone to Jeri. Jeri immediately recorded the phone number belonging to Efendi sir.
"Jeri, I'll give you eighty million, on condition that you work with me" Jamal said. Jeri smiled and nodded her head. He looks so cheerful.
"What can I do, sir," said Jeri excitedly. Mr. Jamal lit a cigarette in his hand.
"You spy Rianti. Report any significant incidents you find regarding the child" Jamal said. The smoke of his cigarette was thrown in the direction of Jeri's face.
"But where can I find non Rianti" said Jeri.
"Stop mentioning non Rianti. He's not your boss anymore" Jamal said.
"You must know better where he is. And it's your job to find out" Jamal said. He leaned his body on the gazebo pole.
"Come, you call the waiter over there. Tell him to bring these plates," said Mr. Efendi. Jeri nodded and immediately got up from her seat.
"Later I'll call you to take your money. But remember, you have to start working tonight" Jamal said as Jeri left. Jeri nodded and immediately rushed to find the waiter.
Mr. Jamal looks so satisfied. He asked Efendi to return the phone and move the video that Jeri had transferred. After that he again leaned back his body while watching the scene in the video.
"Damn, this child's body is very good," said Jamal.
"Remember, he's your nephew, Mr. Jamal," said Efendi.
"Now not anymore. Even now, I want to rape her" Jamal said. Mr. Efendi suddenly laughed out loud. Seeing that, Jamal followed laughing.
"Keep, do you want what the video is," said Mr. Efendi after their laughter subsided. Jamal sir looked up.
"We're going to pressure Rianti to take his share. After that, I'll press him to hand it to me" Jamal said.
"Keep, my share?" ask Efendi sir. Jamal looked at Efendi.
"We share those two assets. You're my best friend. So, you also have to enjoy the results," said Jamal smiling. He shook Efendi's hand and held him tightly.
The chants of the holy verses of the Qur'an sounded melodious melodious goals carried by the wind before ashar arrived. The dry season winds blow cold. Some trees on the street look slurred. The dried leaves that fall down are thrown everywhere by the wind. Not long after, azan ashar was heard reverberating.