The Crown

Finally

Mr. Raga saved the two children's bodyguards alone. While I was just silent because my strength was drained away.

Ambulance came, Mr. Raga immediately approached them and asked to immediately bring the unconscious people.

Not long after, Papa, Fateeh and Arzhan arrive at almost the same time.

"Itsia."

"Mr ...." I cried inside needing Papa.

"What's really going on?" ask Arzhan on the baby twins bodyguard.

"There were about four or five people coming here. They wear headgear. The kids were learning and we were with them. Those people came attacking mercilessly. We were outnumbered, he and I were tied up and buried in the back. After that we don't know what happened."

"Well, where are my kids? Papahs!" I was crying hysterically.

"Dear, listen. You need to calm down first. I promise I'll find our kids soon."

"Sister, I'm afraid they're why-why. If that happens, what do I do?"

Arzhan hugged me tightly. Even with Papa, he stroked my back and my head.

"Does this house have cctv?" ask Fateeh.

"No, Sir." Bodyguard replied.

"It's all Papa's fault for giving a bad house like this."

"You guys, go to the hospital. Treat your wounds. Mr. Raga, take them to the hospital. Wear this for medical expenses." Fateeh gave me his ATM.

"For a while, let's just go home."

"No, Pah. I'll take Iksia to the apartment. Even if it happens like this, it doesn't mean you'll receive Iksia home."

"I will take care of Iksia" said Fateeh.

Arzhan nodded.

Along the way, I was incessantly crying in Arzhan's arms. Fateeh drives in front.

"Come, we're here."

When I got out of the car, I lost my balance. My body is too weak even to support my own body. Deftly Arzhan carried me. We went into the apartment that Arzhan gifted me at the time.

"Drink this." Fateeh gave me warm ginger tea.

"Fateeh, wait here. I'll find my kids."

"I'm coming along."

"Dear, listen. With your condition as it is now, it is precisely I will have difficulty finding them. My mind will split in two. Think about your children and your condition. Stay here with Fateeh."

"But, Brother."

"Issia! Please, I'm afraid they don't have much time."

I can only cry, what Arzhan said is true. They must be found at any time.

"Yes, Pah. I understand."

"What did Papa say?" ask me after Fateeh finishes talking on the phone with Papa. They have been in communication since.

"The father asked the police for help. For now the police are still checking the scene and those who were at home. Hopefully there's a bright spot."

I took the bag, reached into the cell phone inside. I want to call Arzhan.

While unlocking the phone, I noticed two missed calls. Yeah, I remember. In the car, someone tried to contact me.

Out of curiosity, I tried calling back the number without the name.

"Hello, who is this with?" my many.

"Sorry, what is this with Miss Iksia?"

"Yes, I'm alone. What's up, huh?"

"Thank God. Just a minute, Mom. Somebody wants to talk to Mom."

I frowned.

"Hello, Mom."

Sakya .. Is this really him?

"Sakya? Son, baby."

Fateeh.

"Hello, Sakya. Give this phone to the owner." Fateeh took my phone.

"Yes, Sir. I knew. Okay, I'll be there. Sir please I take my nephew, sir. I beg you."

"Sister, where are the kids?"

"Let's go." Fateeh walked quickly while calling Arzhan and Papa.

Nearly an hour or so we were on our way, finally we came to a slum that seemed to be the settlement of garbage collectors.

"Sister?" I doubt.

"Just calm down, Papa and brother are on their way here. If we get framed, they'll help us."

I don't doubt, even if framed as long as they exist, I don't mind. I will help them even if life is at stake.

Fateeh called back and asked where the house was.

Fateeh and I walked back, from our car park to our house, very far away. Passing through houses made of used items such as: cardboard, used wooden slabs, plywood and many more.

Piles of garbage that seems to have been sorted decorate some of the pages of houses here. It smells amazing making me want to vomit.

"Excuse me."

Not long after a middle-aged man came out. His body is thin and of course, slum.

"Where's my son?" ask me in a tone like accusing.

"Sir." Fateeh shook his head.

The man laughed. "It's okay, sir. Her name is also a mother."

"Mom ...."

I heard Sakya and Chana's voice from inside. Not long after that they appeared from behind the man.

"Sakya, Chana." I ran to hug them both. My crying broke again. Cry of happiness and relief.

"Dad" Sakya said as she saw Arzhan and Papa coming from behind my body. Arzhan approached and hugged us from behind.

Thank God for still giving me the chance to meet them.

"I didn't know they were being chased by kidnappers. I was scavenging rubbish with a cart. Seeing their faces frightened, I thought they were being chased by stray dogs. That's why I put them in the trash cart. Not long after, I saw some men coming running. They asked me, but I pretended to be deaf and mute. Lucky they didn't tear apart my wagon."

"We're very grateful, sir."

"The boy asked me to take a picture and send it to my mom, but my phone is old-fashioned. Ha ha ha."

We sat in the man's house. A house that is only made of cardboard and walls of used zinc. Looks rust and tear in some parts. Clothes that look like washcloths hang in some places. The bed she was wearing was very thin. Sultry taste.

I held Sakya, while Chana sat on Arzhan's lap. Arzhan's other arm hugged my body. Still trying to calm down because I was still crying.

"It's just a little bit of us. Thank you for helping my grandson." Papa gave me a pretty thick envelope.

"No need, sir. I am helping my grandfather's grandson. They accompanied me. A little while, but I'm happy. They can treat my longing for the grandchildren in the village."

"I'm also sincere, sir. It's a gift thanks to your father's kindness. Please accept."

With a little coercion, the man finally accepted the money from Papa.

"Sakya, Chana, say thank you to his grandfather" Papa said as we bade home.

Without hesitation, Sakya and Chana approached the man. They kissed the back of his hand and hugged the tapa there was the slightest disgust.

"We go home first, yeah, Cake. We'll be here again for the horror of the fairy tale again."

"Ha ha ha. Yeah, play here often, yeah, play here."

"We're saying goodbye, sir. If there's time, we'll come back here."

"Sir, thank you for saving my son" Arzhan said.

Now I say goodbye to that man. I felt so embarrassed that I was disrespectful at the beginning of the meeting.

"You're great" said the man. I looked at him in wonder.

"They're smart, smart kids. You manage to educate them until they grow up well."

I smile. Just this time there are people who praise me after all this time just the inconvenience I received.

I decided to stay in my apartment which is still one building with Arzhan. Not as big as the house you gave me, but this apartment is enough to accommodate me, the children, and the sisters.

Hopefully in the future there will be no more misfortunes that befall the twins.