100 Days of Being a Widow

Part 29 I hold you Azka...

Hustle and bustle of night life in a city called Jakarta, not inferior to life during the day. Many with passing vehicles and noise by his voice. Man is replaced by man of the night. Alternate like a factory with workers in three different shifts. They have their own interests, but some goals are the same, making a living, fulfilling the necessities of life and happiness.

Jakarta life is hard. We may not know who is around us. Life competition is so tight, that high crime rates are life-threatening. If you are not careful, Jakarta is like a wilderness with wild animals living there. When you find good helpers, thank God, Jakarta is still worthy of the angels who descend from heaven.

A grocery store under the bridge. Stained zinc former potluck. This partially weathered plywood wall, there are still humans with angelic furniture. A couple who feel sorry for a little boy who walks around at night. From his clothes and appearance, he was not a street child. After questioning, apparently a child who sought the whereabouts of his mother, and separated with his sister. His eyes seemed to have gone so far. Very visible fatigue from the look of his innocent face.

The couple agreed to help this poor boy. Feeding her, changing clothes, helping her find her mother and sister. The wife's husband was named Bu Ratmini and Pak Subur.

Two of Azka's eyes slowly opened. The day is approaching dawn. He hurried to get up to pray. The glove he wore for the blanket last night, he used it for prayer. In this place he did not understand the direction of the Qibla. Want to wake up Father or mother who helped him last night he was reluctant.

Finish the greeting he did do'a. The Do'a that Azka had promised this time was more than the day before. He has not heard from his sister.

Husband and wife wake up almost simultaneously. Both of them were stunned to see Azka who was solemn with her prayers. From the way he prayed, it is seen that Azka had matured prematurely. Six years old, but the ordeal forges him into a person who loses his childhood. If street children may lose their childhood to forge themselves in search of a bite of rice, Azka and Zidan are forged by the search for a mother figure who gives them a whip of affection, a source of happiness.

Two pairs of eyes welcomed Azka yes finished closing the do'a.

"Son Aska your sister has been with my father at this time. I'll pick you up this morning, too. Get ready, son".

Mother Ratmini.

"But Mom I don't want to see Papa I don't want to go back to Papa I want to find mama".

Hearing Azka's reply, Mini and Pak Subur's letter were surprised what had actually happened.

"Actually I have run away from my father's house with my sister to find my mother. I don't want to go home to Papa" .

The cry of Azka was unstoppable. Story after story about the pain experienced by six-year-old children was flowing. Making Bu Ratmini and Pak Subur could not bear to see it. After deliberating, they finally agreed to look for Rania's whereabouts.

New time shows five o'clock in the morning. Under this bridge, many people sell vegetables. If it's morning, in this neighborhood it's made into some sort of impromptu market. They sell vegetables, fish, and some market snacks. Mr. Fertile is ready to heat his Astrea Grand motorcycle. The motorcycle has been quite eaten age, but it is very helpful for Pak Fertile activities. Usually this early he will shake. Delivering mothers who need a ride after shopping for basic necessities. But this morning, he will not shake. He will help Azka to find Mama Rania's address.

The journey takes almost an hour. Stalled roads and some road access that can only be passed by four-wheeled vehicles make the journey longer. They arrived at a shop that covered more than an acre. In front of the gate that is still closed there is a large neon box with Latifaa Group shopping area and a large acrylic that reads Latifa Bakery and cafe.

They are not allowed in. The area will open at eight. Azka with a spirit of waiting. His eyes sparkled waiting for his meeting with his mother. He spent almost two hours looking around the place, playing fish in the pond outside the fence.

"Please enter sir. Ms. Rania is in the office".

Said a security man. Previously they reported wanting to meet Bu Rania. That security certainly recognized him because they lived in the same pavilion.

Azka's heart beat was erratic. He moved his legs quickly as if he wanted to run as fast as possible. Elsewhere, Rania went down the stairs to the visitor room. A space reserved for guests who want to meet the officer Latifaa Group. Rania's heart was curious when a security man reported that there was a father who brought a small child to meet him. This part.

Rania is waiting. His heart began to worry. Trying to calm down.

"MOM..........!!!"

Rania barely saw who had just called her. He only felt a small child calling for his mother as she rushed into his arms. He could hardly believe that the child in his arms was Azka. The child he missed so much, the one he had been fighting for.

They dissolve in crying for quite a long time.

"Azka, where's Zidan, son...?"

Suddenly Azka took off Rania's embrace. Crying subsides.

"Mama, forgive Azka. Yesterday on my way here, I left Zidan at a bus stop looking for food. When I got back Zidan wasn't there. I've been trying to find him. But, apparently father has found him, ma. Zidan is with dad now" .

Azka said bowed with guilt.

Rania hugged Azka. Unimagined by how six-year-old children have thoughts to run away from home by bringing with them his sister. How a little boy like Azka tried to conquer the streets of Jakarta, traveling a considerable distance, only to meet his mother. Shouldering the burden of carrying with him a younger brother who was much smaller than him. Feeling responsible for looking for food when his sister cries from hunger.

"I'm sorry this weak mama, son, you shouldn't have borne such a heavy burden!"

Their cries filled the room. Making other employees.

That day, Rania decided on permission not to enter work. After being treated with a special dish Latifa Cafe, Pak Subur decided to return to his house, and Rania decided to take Azka to his Pavilion. Azka looks shabby with her clothes. Fortunately, there was a neighboring Pavilion that had a child of Azka's age and was willing to give some clothes. Having bathed Azka. Then Rania feeds the fried rice Azka's favorite beef egg. There is a sense of haru that infiltrates Rania's heart. Since having a sister, he rarely feed Azka. If not sick, Azka will be accustomed to eating alone. However, the experience of life makes Rania realize, that giving love to the firstborn is an opportunity that will not be repeated as an adult.

"Mama, we need to get Zidan's sister"

Azka's words awakened Rania. Yes.there is unfinished. He hasn't met Zidan, even for a very long time.

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