The Crown that Be snatched

Concerns of parents

This afternoon, Mr. Junedi and Ms. Astri were still in the living room.

Mr. Junedi has since been trying to contact his brothers to inquire about Safia's current whereabouts.

But of all of them, no one knew where Safia was. Mr. Junedi began to worry and worry about Safia's condition.

"Mom, Safia's not anywhere. You called our brothers. But no one knows where Safia is" said Pak Junedi, staring at his wife's face.

"Try the father call his friends Safia. Who knows if they know where Safia is. There is no way Safia would have gone far" said Ms Astri.

"Yes, Mom."

Mr. Junedi then called Asma a friend who was quite familiar with Safia.

"Hello. Assalamualaikum."

"Halo Wa'alakiumsalam Asthma. This is Safia's father."

"Oh. What's the matter, sir?"

"Is Safia the same as you?"

"Oh. There is no sir. Why is it sir?"

"So morning Safia left the house. I've called all of Safia's brothers. But Safia wasn't there. And they don't know Safia's whereabouts either."

"Yes my. Safia wasn't allowed to go by the same father. He didn't say where he was going."

"No. Safia just left. He left with all his clothes and left a letter."

"Duh, lest Safia go far sir. Is Safia having trouble at home making her go away?"

"Yes. Safia has a problem. Please son Asma, please call Safia's other friends and ask them where Safia is. Later Asma call dad again."

"Yes Sir. I'll help you find Safia. Just calm down."

After calling Asma a close friend of Safia, Mr. Junedi then put his phone on the table.

"Where's Sir?" ask Ms. Astri.

"Safia is not the same as Asthma. But I told Asma, I asked her to ask Safia to other friends."

From a distance Shakira still peeked out from behind the wall of conversation to her two parents. Shakira had since been staring at her two sharp parents and listening to all their talk.

"Mother and father panicked when Safia left home. Would they panic too, if the one who left the house was me" Shakira murmured.

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This afternoon, Safia has arrived at one of the terminals in Jakarta. Safia got off the bus and looked around. Just this time he set foot in that metropolis.

There are no relatives or friends in Jakarta. But with a strong determination, Safia emboldened herself to go to the city.

Safia stepped in to look for food. He reached into his shirt pocket. There was only a few coins left in my pocket. Safia had not eaten since this morning. And at this moment, he felt his stomach ache because he had been holding back hunger ever since.

Safia crossed the road to get to a restaurant near the terminal.

"Mom, I want to buy food" Safia told the restaurant's mother.

"Oh, yes Neng. Want to be wrapped or eaten here?" ask the owner of the food stall.

"Eat here, ma'am" Safia replied.

"Please sit down first Neng." the mother allowed Safia to sit down.

"Yes, Mom."

Safia then sat down to wait for her ordered food to come.

"What does Neng drink?"

"Yes. Wait a minute."

Moments later, Safia's food and drink orders arrived. The mother owned the food stall, then put a glass of warm sweet tea and rice on the table.

"Please enjoy Neng."

"Yes, thank you."

Safia then started to devour her food.It just so happens that the food stall is quiet. Maybe because it was late afternoon and the shop was also about to close.

"Have you closed the stall yet?" asked Safia on the sidelines.

"Yes Neng. I'll close the stall soon. I sold this morning too. At this hour I am tired. Just want to eat this food."

"Oh, what kind of mother? have you been selling here for a long time?" ask Safia.

"If I were a Tegal. I've been selling here for almost ten years. Was the same husband. After my husband died I sold it myself."

"Oh. Well, sometimes I need people to help Mom. I am ready to work here. It's okay if you just want to feed me. I just need a place to stay, actually, ma'am," said Safia hoping the mother of the owner of the food stall would help her difficulties.

The mother approached Safia. He then looked at Safia and the clothes bag that was on Safia's side sat down.

"Where are you really going, Neng?"

"I'm from the village too Mom. I just set foot here. I want to change my fate by wandering here."

"Oh so? Got a brother here?"

Safia shakes. "No, I don't have a mom."

The shop owner's mother looked at Safia Iba.

"I want to find a contract and I want to find a job, ma'am."

"Duh, if you don't have a hard brother also live here Neng. This is Jakarta. The lives of the people here are very harsh. Where are you going after this?"

"I don't know where to go. I don't have a destination."

"I'm sorry, mother's condition is also like this Neng. The stalls are many rivals and deserted buyers. So you can't pay employees. And it just so happens that the children of mothers are all women. So every day they come here to help mom. Sorry Neng, I can't hire neng here."

Safia looked sad. He just needs someone who will help him. But it seems the shop owner's mother seems to mind accepting Safia for work in her stall. Safia did not ask for a salary. He just wanted a place to stay and eat.

"Oh yes. What's your name?" ask the mother.

"Safia Ma'am," Safia answered briefly.

"Oh. If Mary's mother's name. You can call me Miss Maryam."

Safia nodded.

"Yes, Mom."

"Mom actually has acquaintances. He has his own laundry. If you need a job, then I can take you there. Who knows if there are job openings."

Safia widened her eyes and looked straight at Miss Maryam.

"Oh yeah? is that really Mom? I want you to work there."

"Yes. I'll take you there. After this you come home mom. For a while you may stay at mother's house."

"Oh yes, Mom. Thanks a lot, Mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

Safia is happy because there are still good people who want to help her.

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