Status I Never Wanted

Couldn't Find

When I was late in the conversation with Sinta's mother. I don't know why I don't look at my daughter anymore.

And when I thought back to see it in that direction my daughter and Sinta were. Not even seen them.

I felt panic at once. I began to turn my eyes around my daughter's place. From the left and right.

However, I did not find my daughter. After I looked around this place I was made to panic because I could not find my daughter.

From what I was sitting in the beginning now. I began to stand up even I did not pay attention to the whereabouts of Sinta's mother and just left her there.

I just keep looking to and fro. But I didn't get any information from people about my daughter's whereabouts.

My tears just flowed without asking. The guilt of neglecting to look after her always haunts me.

It almost made me think back about my son being forcibly taken from me. And I don't want my daughter taken back into my life. Like my son that I've never seen what his face looks like now.

And whether my son is happy, whether the man and the woman take good care of him, watching my son and the others. I don't know what I can do just to pray for him. May my son find his happiness even if I am not by his side.

Back to my current situation. When I feel that guilt. I kept trying nonstop to find my daughter. Even though this leg has felt pain because many stepped in haste and did not get what I wanted.

And I was frustrated even negative thoughts were not separated from what I currently feel.

Afraid that my daughter was taken by an unknown person. Then later my daughter was made a beggar, or even sold and worse my daughter was taken organs. That's what I'm thinking right now.

When I dissolve in thoughts between negative and positive thoughts I accidentally bump into someone.

Bruks....

Then I fell down because I couldn't balance my body. Until I finally fell down.

The man who hit me stretched out his hand to help me stand up again. When I received that comment I had hesitated to accept his help.

I finally extended my hand. Into the hand of the man who hit me. When I stood back up. I looked at the man who had hit me and helped me stand up.

Because just now when I received his helping hand my gaze was still looking down and not looking at that person's face.

Degs...

I was still watching that guy. The person currently in front of me is the person who used to be my past.

Time that makes me not want to see him again and do not want to be close to him again even for a second.

Seriate....

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