WEDDING THORN

THE POWER OF PRAYER

All around the park, Imel was nowhere to be found. Asna is frustrated and almost gives up, but the feeling is so strong if Imel is still here.

“Imel, where are you?” Asna shouted to herself without anyone caring about her.

Miris, sadness, and pain become one. In fact, even reported to the park security no sign of Imel was found.

“Imel, sorry Mommy,” Ogated Asna walked like an insane person. He groaned while walking along the park road back on the main road.

He also asked the park visitors, while showing a photo of Imel and the answer no one knew. There was no stopping Asna sobbing to call the name Imel. I don't know where Imel is now, why he left without saying anything.

Asna's legs are tired. He also chose to sit for a moment while contacting park security because he had asked for a mobile number to exchange news.

It's been almost two hours Asna hasn't found Imel. He was to blame if Imel really disappeared, regretting not paying attention earlier.

“Argh, Imel you where, Nak?” asna said grimacing while holding her head that wanted to break.

Before long, the phone that Asna was holding shook. He rubbed his tears slowly, then looked at his screen perhaps from the security section. However, just turning over the phone with the name Mas Arkan made Asna sigh resignedly.

He turned his phone back, then resuscitated his body in the chair. He did not want to pick up the phone from Arkan, because he would ask about Imel.

He was not ready to be scolded and scolded because he could not keep Imel. Arkan is notoriously gentle, but he is very protective of Imel.

In fact, Asna had no intention of telling Arkan this matter. He does not want to continue to depend on it and as much as possible he can solve it himself.

“Maafin Asna, Mas,” groans Asna slowly.

The vibration was stopped, Asna immediately changed the phone mode to silent. Then, put his phone in a bag and went back to looking for the princess.

Imel groaned in pain under a tree with his knees bent. He also continued to call his mother. Imel did not know where he was, he could not walk because his knee was injured.

“Bun-da,” stubs Imel grimacing.

Hicks! Hicks!

He did not know the way home and the preoccupation of chasing cats, until he forgot the Mother who was waiting for him earlier.

Now, he contemplated himself watching around no one who crossed this road, even from earlier asking for help it felt like no one was listening.

“Mother ... Imel here,” said Imel slowly. He misses you and wants to go home.

Her cries grew and hugged her knees full of fear, hoping that someone would find out of her whereabouts.

“If something bad happens, don't forget to keep praying, yes, son. In the words of Allah, Allah gave you help.” Asna said embedded in the mind of Imel.

A meaningful sentence had just appeared in Imel's mind. He remembered the message of Mother who always gave her kindness.

At that moment Imel put his hands up, with his head slightly looking up at the tree, so thick that it could protect his body from the scorching sun.

“Yes Allah, please Imel, tell Mother if Imel is having trouble. You are the Most Merciful and the Most Helper. Aamiin.” Imel rubbed his face, may God hear his prayer.

“Imel, Son, Imel.”

“Mother, Bun, Imel here,” reply Imel when hearing the voice of the mother. He was sure if the one who called the bundle.

It is true what you teach, asking God to be given immediately, and your voice is getting clearer and heard in the ear.

"Imel, son." hugged Asna, so heartbreaking.

TBC.