Sumayahs

The Struggle is Not Over

Sumayah was standing under a beam of car lights that shot into the forest. Her chest is blooming, tight squeezing. The drizzle is clearly exposed to the light bias of the lamp. The people lining up there are on standby. Sumayah.

Panic, confused also fear increasingly dampen his guts to fight. The wriggling of the baby in the blanket resuscitated him from despair.

"You're right, son! The fight is not over!" sumayah muttered.

"He's here!" The sound of screaming echoed into the forest.

Without thinking, Sumayah went inside the bush. The ground dropped slightly, causing her to slip and roll with her baby. The thunderous sound of baby crying blared, bouncing inside the forest signaled his existence.

Sumayah whimpered, grimacing feeling the pain that plagued her entire body. The sound of dozens of people approaching.

"Ssssttt .. don't cry, baby! No crying! They'll know where we are, please don't cry!" cry Sumayah in panic.

He unbuttoned his top shirt and took out the breast from inside. Cram it on the baby's mouth that's wide open. He's not asking for food, Sumayah! He feels the same pain you feel.

Nevertheless, the baby fell silent after his tongue managed to sip a grain of meat belonging to Sumayah. He got up despite his limp, still dragging a step away from the forest.

The quick steps jolted Sumayah, she ran with her legs limping. His head repeatedly looked back, ascertaining the position of his pursuers. He didn't care, the baby was still nursing. One thought, he must get out of this forest immediately.

Sumayah grimacing. The pain did not stop his feet from stepping. The protected forest ended, Sumayah arrived at the edge of a large road. By the early hours of the morning, the streets were quiet and deserted. The frenzied voices of those within the forest were still heard in his ears.

"Hurry up and get him! He couldn't possibly escape from this forest!" The screams echoed in the forest. Sumayah walked down the big road. He remembered that the protected forest was in the heart of the city where he lived.

"Not far away anymore! Any minute! Come on, feet .. be strong!" sumayah muttered continuously dragging her bare feet on the paved road. The clothes he was wearing were filled with mud and even his face was no longer clear because it was covered with mud.

Sumayah smiled, the faster she paddled her legs as large buses lined up in front. Arrived at the terminal. Sumayah is looking for a bus that will take her to her hometown. Luckily, the bus was still there. Maybe it will be going soon.

Sumayah became a stowaway. He got into the bus when the bus conductor caught his guard. Through the second door, Sumayah sat in the back seat. Back pain in the chair. He looked up, inhaling deeply into the air to widen his breathing path.

Sumayah lowered her head after quite gathering her breath. He rubbed the face of his baby who suckled. The body cools when the car AC hits it. She brought a blanket to cover her baby. Clutching her tightly channeled a warm feeling for her.

"Thank you, baby. You are indeed a great baby," said Sumayah who kissed the baby's hand that was attached to the skin of her chest. The tiny fingers were grasping Sumayah's thumb. He was still nursing until the car drove slowly away from the base.

The door closed, the conductor, who used to sit in the back seat, was shocked when he found Sumayah staring at him. She just finished breastfeeding her baby.

The woman's eyes glazed over, the face filled with mud increasingly made the bus conductor in disbelief.

"Please, let me hitch a ride out of town! My baby and I are in danger! We will be very grateful to you for helping us. Please ... allow me to hitchhike to the next city, "please Sumayah. Her tears flooded her mud-covered cheeks.

The bus conductor, looking at Sumayah from the tip of her hair to the bottom of her bare feet. His entire body was covered in mud. What happened to this woman? Not to mention the baby in his carrier, the blanket covering his body looked dirty. He felt pity, then gave a small nod after glancing at the driver in the steering chair.

Sumayah smiled, "Thank you," she softly exclaimed with trembling lips. The conductor who saw Sumayah shivering, turned off the car AC. Gives comfort to the woman. Sumayah shifted her seat giving room to the middle-aged man. They both sat in silence.

"I have no money to pay the fare," chirped Sumayah staring blankly ahead.

"It's okay" he said slowly.

"What happened to you, son?" He dared to ask.

"I escaped from the Hospital, sir. I just gave birth, my husband wants to kill me and that woman is after my son's life. I was forced to run away from the Hospital, but the people chased me until I was like this," Sumayah said as she showed her mud-filled condition.

"Oh Allah .. Why would he want to kill you?" tanyanya.

Sumayah sighed, everyone should have known her if only the mud did not cover her face.

"I don't know either, sir. I left not because I thought of my life, but my son's life is worth more than anything. I just want her to live" Sumayah said as she dropped a glance at the baby in her cradle. The baby's cheeks and forehead did not escape the mud.

"You guys are amazing, a baby this small should not be strong enough to withstand the cold. Plus out there the rain fell heavily until now is still drizzling. You're a great mom, son! Keep strong for your son!" said the middle-aged man who served as the bus conductor.

Sumayah turned her gaze to him, she smiled. There are still good people on the streets.

"Thank you, sir! I must be strong for my son!" suhut Sumayah's. His eyes flashed with determination. That was Sumayah, a strong woman who was willing to lung at anything to save her son's life.

"Father can't give you anything, but maybe it's enough to buy you a meal when you get down. You must have the strength to continue your struggle," said the kind-hearted conductor.

He clenched the banknotes on Sumayah who did not know how much the nominal. Sumayah cried haru.

"No need, sir! You just save this money," Sumayah refused, but the man pushed Sumayah's fist.

"For now, you don't need it. And you need more to continue your struggle," he said again adding to the novelty in Sumayah.

He knows what the life of a bus conductor is like. Really, the wheel of fate keeps turning. In the past, he was the one who supported the Bus Drivers and Conductors in this city. Now, this conductor pitied him without knowing who he was helping.

"Thank you, sir! I will remember the kindness of this Father," said Sumayah sincerely.

The bus travels at moderate speed on a large, slippery road. The drizzle is still coming down, continuously wetting the streets. Sumayah felt relieved, meeting with a good person like this father of the conductor.

He was tired, trying to sleep. Sumayah closed her eyelids slowly, holding on to her baby which she strengthened. After a few moments of sleep, the car suddenly stopped. Precisely a group of people in black uniforms blocked their path.

Sumayah who was closed, suddenly woke up and extended her neck to see what was happening in front of her.

"Quick check!"

Sumayah's eyes widened, it was the voice of the people her husband had sent. He was agitated, the conductor who stood up to see the situation returned to Sumayah's side.

"Nobody move! It's orders! If anyone moves, your life will be lost" the group's leader said, scaring the passengers.

Sumayah dropped down the chair. Cold sweat washed his entire body. The pace was getting closer to where he was hiding. Will he get caught this time?