I'm Not a Wild Grass

I'm Not a Wild Grass
Good News (POV Laila)



I reported Azki that night to the police station. After I told all the Azki-related information I knew, I went home with Papa and Darman.


Arriving home, I recounted our conversation with Azki to Mama. My mother was shocked when she heard this fact.


I myself am still very shocked to be able to believe that Azki was the one who kidnapped the children.


None of us realized that Azki had a mental disorder. Because all this time he looks quiet, polite and the most important is loving towards Mark and also Nila.


Mom crying. Regretting negligence. I comforted Mama with the phrase blame myself.


Yep. It is my opinion that I am the most guilty of what is happening to my two children at this time. I had neglected to recognize an Azki so that my children could now be in his shade.


I just hope God confirms Papa's guess. If Azki wouldn't hurt my children because of her obsession with Erlan.


And another hope also flashed through my heart. Hopefully my two children can remain resilient and not experience trauma for what they are experiencing at this time.


I don't know what happened to Azki in the past. I hope all the bad things that he experienced were not also he added to Mark and also Nila.


Because I once read an article that said that the victim of a traumatic tragedy would have the potential to be an active perpetrator of similar crimes that he had experienced in the past.


I hope Mark and Nila are okay. May my two ishtar remain bright all the time. Aamiins.


***


The next day the police conducted a sweep to work and also all the related addresses that Azki had visited. I'm following the progress of this search from home with Papa and the others.


After talking with Papa Ulum and Mama Mutia, I finally decided to tell all the events related to the disappearance of my two children to my two in-laws and also Arline.


Arline already knows about Nila's disappearance. But he was again shocked when I told him that Mark also disappeared.


When I told them about the identity of the perpetrator, Arline and my two in-laws were in shock. They didn't expect it to be like me that Azki would act so crazy.


"I'll ask Bang Amir. Who knows, he could help us with his military connections" Arline said.


Instantly also my eyes instantly condensed by the taste of haru.


"Thank you, Line. Whatever your help and Amir, I thank you very much. "my words are full of gratitude.


"Together, La. That's what family's for, isn't it?" Arline said with a smile strengthening me.


"Yes!" I'm nodding. Saying my brother-in-law's words.


"Actually, Arline also wanted to tell something to Papa, Mama and Kak Laila." said Arline later.


"Hmm?"


All eyes now turned to Arline.


After a while, Arline spoke again.


"Alhamdulillah, Mother.. Pa.. Sis.. Arline's pregnant, " said Arline.


"..."


"..."


"..."


For a few moments of silence. Until then I saw Mama Ilmaya who rushed to hug her daughter. Followed by me later.


Finished hugging Arline, I saw that both ends of my brother-in-law's eyes had gotten wet. Arline crying. Crying with happiness.


"Yes.. Mas Aryo and I were really not expecting this pregnancy. Though Arline is very hopeless to be able to get pregnant. But it turns out that God gave the child also to Arline's womb. Hicks.." Arline said those words while holding back her cries.


"Iishh.. Why even cry? You should be happy, Line! So young Mommy should always be happy. Let the dedenin later also be a happy child.." I reminded Arline.


"Dedenin?" Asked Arline with a puzzled look.


"Yes. Dedenine. Dede baby fetus, Line.." I explained my point.


"Ooh. hmm. I don't really know if I should tell you this news now or later. Given now we are still sad about the loss of Mark and also Nila." said Arline hesitated.


"Arline.." I said moved.


"Yes gotta tell her as soon as she dong, son! It's a happy moment for you and Amir. We should celebrate it with joy. About Mark and Nila.. Mama is sure, God will take care of both of Mama's grandchildren well. And Mark and Nila will surely return to us soon without anything less. Sure you are!" Mama Ilmaya said with so much confidence.


Me and Arline and Papa Gilberth just guaranteed Mama Ilmaya's words earlier.


"Aamiin. allahumma Aamiin.."


***


That day, after receiving the good news from Arline, my heart was slightly comforted. Given Mama Ilmaya's sentence and her belief about Mark and Nila, I contracted her optimism as well.


Secretly my belief that my two children will be fine began to rule my heart. The faith that I hope will be asserted by God as the Determiner of the Destiny of all His creatures.


Although until the end of the day, we have not received good news from the police, but I still believe that my Mark and Nila are in good condition.


***


The next day and the next day again, the search for Mark, Nila and Azki is still continuing. Several times Kiyano also contacted me to ask about my two children.


Steadfastly, I told Kiyano the truth. And the man said a word to me.


"Thank you, Kiy." I said by phone one afternoon, on the fourth day of Azki's search.


"Thank you for what, La?" Kiyano asked from across the phone.


"Thank you for telling me about Azki. And thank you also because you care about the situation of children.."I said sincerely.


"..that's not why you think, La. I did it voluntarily. After all, Lala also likes your two children. He always asked if Mark was healed."


"Keep, what do you say, Kiy?" Ask me a curious.


"I'll answer if Mark is still recovering. So you can't play free. About it if I don't answer that, Lala will.."


I was silent waiting for Kiyano to continue his words. The man suddenly fell silent. It makes me wonder what is happening to him right now.


"Laila! I just saw Azki at the supermarket. He brought a lot of groceries!" Kiyano said suddenly.


"...what?!! Azki?!! You see Azki, Kiy?!" I was shocked.


"Yes. I want to follow him first, now. If I already know where he lives, I share his location with you. You'll be forwarding to the police, La!" Tell Kiyano then, before he disconnects the phone between us.


Clik.


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