NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#119
The sun really stings. The sun in the middle of the sky looks so powerful in the midst of the blue sky. White clouds are seen moving away from the sun.
Entering the Zamora restaurant area, the sultry atmosphere is immediately changed by the shade of waru trees, as well as green ornamental plants with various flower designs. Two servants appear to be spraying water towards ornamental plants, adding to the cool atmosphere around the restaurant.
Qurratul Aini parked his car a little inside. In the parking lot, there is a black sedan parked. Special parking is only reserved for customers who rent a room in that place. Cristian's car hasn't been seen in the parking lot. Qurratul Aini looked at his watch. Cristian was 10 minutes late from the appointed time.
Qurratul Aini still did not want to get out of his car. He pulled out a shirt from his bag. He then removed the dress and the hijab he was wearing and replaced it with a shirt. His shoulder-length hair, let him unravel. After putting on his mask, he got out of the car.
Qurratul Aini was surprised when he heard the car horn once from behind. He sighed when he saw a silver capsule car parked behind his car. From behind the windshield, he could clearly see Cristian's smile. Not wanting to be seen alone with Cristian, Qurratul Aini chose to go straight upstairs to the room that had been booked.
Meanwhile. In the same place. Right behind the restaurant. At the very end of the Gazebo, Jamal sir, Efendi and Jeri were sitting coolly enjoying their kiss. The sound of rock music that sounded stomping, making their heads occasionally seen nodding to the rhythm of the music.
"How are your reports, Jeri," said Mr. Jamal. He thrust his foot towards Jeri. She gestured with her fingers for Jeri to massage her feet. Jeri put the cigarette in his hand and raised both feet of Jamal's pack on his lap. He started to massage.
"Nothing is important, sir. The first night I was there, I only saw a Yasinan event at the Daha street house. Maybe a salute event for Rianti's freedom" Jeri said.
"It is very difficult to get important information if you only see from a distance" said Mr. Efendi. Jeri stopped the massage. He looked towards Efendi.
"It's hard, sir. In the past, I had been in the house for weeks, but to get into the house, I had not gotten a gap. There are now three men guarding the house" Jeri said.
Mr. Jamal gave a rough sigh and pulled both his legs.
"If that's the only information you can give me, my losses cost me money to pay you. I'd better find someone else" said Jamal. He poured the drink into his glass and then drank it all over. Hearing Mr. Jamal's words that pitched upset, Jeri looks panicked.
"Give me some time, sir. I will try to find important info related to Rianti. I won't see you before I get that information" Jeri said.
Jamal's sir is lighting his cigarette.
"So dong. I'm not happy with your first answer." Mr. Jamal again thrust both his legs. He then laid his body. Jeri is back massaging Jamal's legs.
On the side of the bed he was still sitting waiting for Cristian to come in. Footsteps are heard climbing the stairs. His voice stopped in front of the room. Qurratul Aini smiled. His heart was beating watching the door leaf start moving upwards. Very rare things happen. This was his first meeting with Cristian. Maybe because yesterday he said the last words and will not meet Cristian again.
The door opened slowly. Cristian's signature perfume smelled fragrant. The smile of Qurratul Aini expands. Cristian with a cheerful face and a sweet smile was seen behind the door. Feeling unable to wait, Qurratul Aini got up and immediately shook Cristian's body. Two lips meet and puff on each other. They hugged each other tightly like lovers who had not seen each other for years. Cristian wiped his tears. He smiles. They feel funny about what they do.
"Hey, what's wrong with us. Isn't it not one day we haven't met?" said Cristian. He kept smiling. So too with Qurratul Aini. His smile was like water in a shower. Unrelenting.
"Come, I don't know" replied Qurratul Aini. Cristian holds the chin of Qurratul Aini. His eyes were fixed on the eyes of Qurratul Aini.
"That's because you're too early to signal farewell." Cristian again kissed the soft lips of Qurratul Aini. Qurratul Aini closed his eyes and enjoyed ******* soft lips Cristian.
" Now, tell me. Have you changed your mind?" soft Cristian whispers. Qurratul Aini released Cristian's handrails on his face. Cristian frowned. Qurratul Aini sighed and lowered his face. His once cheerful face turned moody. He shook his head. The creaking on Cristian's forehead is getting louder. He again held the chin of Qurratul Aini and raised his face.
"You mean?" ask Cristian like pressing. The two eyes of Qurratul Aini that had been glowing happily were now filled with twinkling sadness. He did not know what to answer Cristian's question because he did not prepare it first. His intention to go to that place was to meet Cristian just to please his sad heart all night until just before noon.
"Say, what do you mean shake your head, Aini. And what do you mean you brought me here if nothing changes from your decision. Don't make me cry again, Aini. I've been sleeping all night because I cried. Please, don't make me suffer again, Aini" Cristian said. Her tears look out.
Qurratul Aini lowered her head and shook her head. His body crashed on the bed behind him standing up.
"I'm sorry, Cristian. I just follow my heart. I just want to see you. I just want to see my heart amused a little after the whole night he cried for his lover," said Qurratul Aini. He covered his face with both palms. He started crying sobbing.
Cristian raised his head and let out a long sigh. After gazing for a moment at Qurratul Aini who was crying so much, he sat down near Qurratul Aini. He grabbed the head of Qurratul Aini and rested it on his shoulders.
"Why did you torture yourself, Aini. Why don't you come with me. We're going to get out of this as far as possible and we're going to be happy" Cristian said. He returned sighing. He knew these words he often uttered to Qurratul Aini, and he knew Qurratul Aini always answered him with the same answer. But this time he hoped, Aini gave him a different answer, which gave him more hope and certainty.
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