Sumayahs

Where Should I Go?

Where else would my feet take me

Where else will the heart find peace

Is there a place for me to take

From the cruelty of a wailing world

Where else do I have to go

Find a place for the baby

In my full life journey

Suffering and tears did not come to visit me

Where else should I take my wounds

Melt all the pain that never brimmed

A place where I can find peace

There are no tears and pain that I will feel

Keep heart! Strong faith!

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"Mother, who are they? Why should we hide? Why are they gathered in our house, Mother? Who're they?" scatter Salim with a whispering voice in Sumayah's ear.

He and Salim had just come down from the angkot that drove them back home. How surprised Sumayah is! While staying a few meters away from his house, he finds Kevin's bodyguards surrounding his house. Among them was a young man whose proposal he refused, and a citizen with him. Are those who report because they want a reward that is not small from the competition spread Kevin.

"Mother?" Salim tried to resuscitate Sumayah who was precisely staring at where they were hiding. In a large tree, the two hide themselves from the evil spies of Kevin's bodyguards.

"Yes, Salim! We better get out of here, those who want to catch Mom. They're bad guys, Salim. Go, Son! Let's just go," Sumayah asked.

Salim and turned from the place without a sound. Back on the highway waiting for the city transports to wherever they go from there.

"Mother, where are we going? Are we going to see Dad? Can't you help us, Mother? Why don't you just go to Daddy?" cerocos Salim when the two had reached the side of the big road. Sumayah did not stop the pace of her legs, she continued to walk down the street away from the village.

Hope the freight will come quickly so that he can leave as soon as possible from the danger spot.

"We can't go there, Salim. It's not safe there either. For now don't ask about your father, son. I'll tell you about it, but once we're in a safe place. So, calm down we have to go first" said Sumayah who made Salim speechless no longer asked.

Sumayah's feelings became relieved when a city transport passed on the road. He rode with Salim sitting on his lap. He still felt anxious even though his face was covered in a veil that made him not easily recognizable.

Not with Salim. Kevin's bodyguards will recognize him when they see the boy. His face was so similar to Kevin that Sumayah was worried about. He would have been caught or even separated and killed.

"Where are you going?" asked the angkot driver to glance at Sumayah from the middle rearview mirror.

"Where's the final destination of this angkot, sir?" Sumayah asked back because she herself did not know where to go.

"Mmm... is there a place to stay for immigrants like me? I want to find a new place away from the crowd" said Sumayah again while staring at the bead of the driver from the same glass.

"Oh, there's a fishing village not far from the market. You can go there if you want, but the people there are mostly fishermen. Life there was far from the city, Mom. Just be strong with the smell of fish every time," chirped the driver's origin.

"It's okay, sir. Please, take us there!" pinta Sumayah with certainty. Nothing for a while he will hide in the fishing village. Hopefully it's out of reach of Kevin and his guards.

The city's transport continued to go by carrying only one Sumayah passenger. The car stopped at the city terminal. It was almost dark when they arrived.

"Sir, which way is the fishing village?" asked Sumayah shortly after she paid the fare.

"Mom just ride a motorcycle taxi from here, the taxi driver who will take Mom," he said, pointing to a group of Fathers at a base.

"Oh, well thank you, sir," he said, inviting Salim to approach the group.

Sumayah's eyes scanned the entire terminal. The pictures of her were clearly plastered everywhere. At every corner, at the power poles and terminal poles. In the shophouses are also posters that are plastered very large on the side of the road.

He hid Salim's face so that the boy would not talk about his image. Many ears were open, and eyes were looking.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Sorry, Mister. Can anyone take me to the fishing village?" greet Sumayah to a group of men who are busy talking. Hearing the sound of greeting they turned. Their eyes scanned from the tip of Sumayah's head to the pedestal she was wearing.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, yes you can," replied one of them, "ayo, I intervened," he continued, approaching his motorbike.

"Alhamdulillah!" suhut Sumayah as he went up on the motorbike with Salim which he still hid his face.

Luckily, there is no photo of Salim in the picture, making it quieter because the residents certainly do not recognize the boy.

The motor that brought Sumayah into an alley that was not too narrow was also not too big. Maybe another access to enter the fishing village.

Long enough they were on the motorbike before entering the village. Houses made of bamboo. Also, the bamboo is woven in front of the house as a place for them to dry fish.

The waves greeted the two as soon as they started entering the village. A residential area not far from the coast and smells typical of fish.

"It's over, ma'am," said the taxi driver who drove Sumayah to enter the village.

"Yes, sir, where can I find a contract here? Did someone rent it out?" asked Sumayah while giving the fare to the man.

"Oh .. That, behind the mosque there is a contract. Just get in the middle, Mom. Contract here is fairly cheap," he replied pointing to a mosque dome that is covered with houses.

"Thank you again, sir. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum!" pamit Sumayah walked towards the mosque shown by the ojek maker.

He will rest there while performing three raka'at before going to the contract.

"Mother, are we going to stay here?" salim asked as they sat in the mosque.

"Yes, honey. The money that I have is a little, I have to raise money for us to get out of this town. Here, you can be a fishmonger or something. Once you have enough money, we will immediately leave this city," replied Sumayah as it is.

Salim no longer asked, they left when the Maghrib prayer rang. Performing three raka'at worship with the villagers. Receiving a ban after dzikir done.

After that, Sumayah went to the contract in question. Contracts that are not how wide, only two spaces in it. Bed and kitchen too. It's okay, the important place is comfortable to live in. Tonight, he will rest and tomorrow will begin his struggle in the village.