Sumayahs

Allahu Musta'aan

Duars!

Thunderbolts struck, ringing every ear that caught his sound waves. The terrible flash that struck earlier, made their eyesight blurry. A very bright light, dazzling the view. They have to cover the view so that their cornea is not adversely affected.

The shrieks that accompanied the deafening ears, those who did not dare to get out of the seat curled up on the chair. Raise both legs, and hold her tightly.

Their bodies shiver with fear. Fear of people in black uniforms on the bus plus a lightning strike so fierce.

"Shut up!" One word as an outspoken command made all of them shut up. Silence in the bites of the body that shrinks their guts.

The men with the roar's face, scoured every bus seat occupied by passengers. Thorough, observant, none can run from the look of their cold eyes. The roar of hunting breath, the mud-filled clothes were also wet, making all the passengers on the bus ask who they were looking for?

None of them dared to speak up even if just talking to colleagues. All passengers were seated with their mouths locked.

The pace of those who knocked on the floor of the bus made the heartbeat of the person sitting at the back even more soaring. Cold sweat poured from every pore in his body. Caused him to get wet without water.

"Nobody misses a chair! He can't escape!" shouted the person standing at the very front of the bus. Every under their seats check even the bathroom did not escape their eagle eyes. The pile of blankets just blew away. The figure they were looking for was not on the bus. Where is Sumayah?

Allahu Musta'aan's.

"He's not here?" shouted the person who had inspected the entire inside of the bus.

"I found something!" Another shouting sound made their leader thrust into the back of the bus.

"What did you find?" the tanyanya so up. The one who shouted earlier pointed at one chair that left a puddle of muddy water. Where'd it come from? They looked up, there was no way it would feel if the roof of the bus was hollow!

He glanced sharply at the man sitting in the seat next to him who was none other than the bus conductor. His body shook violently, fear clearly visible on his almost wrinkled face. Pale eloquent, the trace of shock was still clearly visible.

"Do you know anything?" asked the leader of the group coldly pierced.

"L-yes, earlier ... there was a woman sitting there," he said stuttering.

The man's eyes growled sharply, looking at the seat beside him and then back at his frightened manic.

"really? Is she a woman who wears a Hospital patient's outfit and carries a baby!" That doesn't sound like a question commonly asked by people who want to know something, but rather a statement containing a nerve-wracking threat to anyone who confronts it.

"Right, Master! In-he was just sitting there, his clothes and his entire body were covered in mud. S-So he's still sitting there!" he said it was shaking violently. Obviously he felt cornered because his position was sitting right in that waterlogged chair.

"Then, where is he going now? Do you want to play with me?" threaten him with a low tone of pressure. In his hand was a sharp dagger he hung on the middle-aged man's jaw.

Sweat dripped profusely from his face regarding the tip of the dagger stuck to the skin of his chin. The male eyeballs before him, snarling intently stared at the water that had just fallen and fouled his sharp dagger.

"Curtain! You're such a coward!" his lips. He pulled his dagger, rubbed sweat earlier on the clothes of the bus conductor who threatened him.

"Say! Where the hell is he?" he continued to press while playing a dagger in the hand.

Hearing the bus conductor's words, he was stunned. The back door of the bus was wide open. There was also a point in what he said earlier. He glanced out the window. To the right and left of the road is a forest.

"He's running away! Tell them to catch up with us here!" he quickly ran out of the bus and gathered his men.

"Sir, can we leave?" ask the conductor timidly.

He did not answer but continued to step down the bus. The driver took the initiative to run the bus. Drive away quickly from the stressful place earlier.

"I'm sorry, son! But I have no other choice. I'm responsible for the safety of all passengers on this bus. Forgive me, may Allah help you" he murmured, only to be heard by his own ears.

The bus drove away feeling relieved by everyone inside.

"We'll split the group in two! Partly to the right, part to the left! Understood!" loud shouting.

"understand!"

In one command, they split into two groups. Some ran across the street and into the forest, some directly through the bush in other parts of the forest. Go back to chasing in the dark forest overgrown with wild trees.

In the heart of the forest, Sumayah leaned against a large tree. Take a deep breath to continue the escape. He grimaced, the more the wound hurt in the former birth canal. But he can't stop here!

The drizzle no longer goes down, the full baby suckles back asleep in a blanket package. Sumayah strengthened her weakened leg muscles. Tearing wounds were ignored. He held the pain in his bare feet.

Back swinging a step leaving his place leaning. He could clearly hear the sound of people chasing him running around in the forest. Sumayah broke through a tall bush, no matter if there were any slithering beasts inside there. He kept going in and walking in the bush. Hiding himself from a pursuing evil spy.

He who was tired of running, repeatedly stopped his steps. Just to fill his lungs with thinning, lost air. Inside the bush he saw a pitch-black cave. Just a small hole, Sumayah dragged her steps into the narrow hole. Trouble, he crammed the body until finally able to pass through the narrow hole.

Sumayah threw herself against the stone wall. The situation in it is not as narrow as the entrance of the cave. Only, his pitch-black state made his eyes unable to see anything. He rested from the pursuit of the enemy.

"Thank you, God! You bring me a savior" he murmured gratefully. He gulped for the sake of wetting his dry throat.

"I'm thirsty!" ogre.

Sumayah was pensive, recalling the incident just moments ago inside the bus. Where he was shivering in fear under the bus seat. His hands squeezed the cloth he used to hold the baby.

Sweat and tears mixed into one. Inside that despair, the Conductor quietly opened a slight gap on the door. Sumayah knew, it was her chance to escape.

But how do you escape? They stared at every corner of the bus. Help came just in time. Before they got close, lightning struck fiercely and long ago.

When everyone was scared, Sumayah ventured out of the door that was slightly open. He continued to run under the lightning strike that hid his body from everyone.

His light seemed to illuminate the path he had to take. He broke into the forest and continued to run until the lightning disappeared and darkened the world. Sumayah was grateful in a few moments she was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"For while we're still safe, son! I don't know after this, can we still escape your father's pursuit?" Sumayah held her baby tightly. In the state of the cave's skin, only the two small beads shone.