NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#153
The clock on the wall has shown at 8 am. The drizzle began to flutter since dawn. The cloud looks flat to cover the sky. Morning activity was only seen in some farmers who were seen busy in the middle of their rice fields. Someone is repairing the water. There are also those who look to improve their rice fields. As long as the eyes look, already spread the green rice cools the eyes. This year's rain is abundant. Looking at the weather today, the sun can certainly not appear for a long time, maybe even until nightfall back.
Mr. Efendi looked furious and repeatedly hit the table when he found out the number used by Mr. Jamal could not be contacted anymore. He had tried to send some people to look for him in rented houses or ordinary places he used to stop. But Mr. Jamal seems to have disappeared in the swallow of the earth. The person he sent even came back with a search flyer. Mr. Jamal has entered the East Lombok Police DPO.
His cell phone rings. Mr. Efendi immediately picked him up. After noticing for a moment the name on the phone screen, he stuck the phone in his ear.
"Sir, we found Jamal's car and motorcycle in the Zamora restaurant's special parking lot. The parking attendant said the car was three days away from Mr. Jamal" said someone from across the street. Mr. Efendi sighed.
"Bring it home" replied Efendi briefly and immediately closed his call.
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In contrast to Rianti, Mr. Guru Izzul Islam who has since learned Nyai Mustiani match him again with one of the santriwati who often accompany him before his sleep, he looks not calm. Not because this time it's possible that the marriage will happen. But more to think about the feelings of the santriwati who did not dare to reject the wishes of Nyai Mustiani. Maybe both parents will be happy to see his son married to one of the famous scholars in the region. But he does not want to live with someone who is not based on the same likes, although it can appear by itself when married later.
"Yes, Allah, is this the patience that I have to live? Is this especially the blue hooded woman of the batik motif until my mother, who never thought this hard to oppose it, is now the biggest stumbling block? Too many people are victims to actually achieve that dream. Give the servant steadfastness Yes, Allah," Inner Master Izzul Islam full of hope.
Rumbling sounds rang out between the sound of rain and the crashing wind. Master Teacher Izzul Islam rose and stepped towards his bookshelf. After examining the several large books in front of him, he picked up a single book and led it towards the sofa.
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