When My Race Is Dead

the sikakak is missing ??

days continue to pass without feeling my content is now running 7 months and I still keep selling either until when my husband still does not have a bar car still depends on the former pity of other drivers sometimes bring home money often also do not bring anything but at least still trying to get out every day I know my husband is also not not not thinking about our fate so I do not demand that I accept all that he gave me that fortune I had .

as usual this morning I went to vegetable shopping at the mother market there was no inkling what I was settling the merchandise and continued selling while babysitting my son who Alhamdulillah not fussy he was a child who understood the busyness of people olden.

" Dek mas leave first yes ..?"

" yes mas smoga today there are those who love the car yes let bring money adek want to check pregnant later in the afternoon.

" heidol.."

" alisaacocksallam..".

I went back inside to continue my activities while looking at my son who was watching 2 bald children on television.

soon many neighbors were shopping for vegetables and I was busy serving until I was no longer focused on my son who was watching television.

" mama wants noodles can ..?" ask my son to arrive.

" sister who eats noodles anyway ..?"

" one time brother wanted to eat Dio noodles can be Ama his mama..", sahut suluk indeed I limit my son eating noodles because it is not good for digestion if the dryness of noodles will be digested to the maximum after 1 Week so that I can allow 1 Week as much as possible

" yes yes already but later Sunday can no longer be a promise ..".

" ready beautiful mama .." he said while kissing my cheek.

while I went to the kitchen to cook noodles that he wanted him to play in front of the neighbor's son who was sorry a bit slow growing up his name was Arif.

Arif is a lot older than my son but he can't speak clearly because of his delay.

after the noodles ripen I'll call her forward.

"Axis.. ".

" honey this is where's Mateng brother gone..?"

there is no reason why I am looking for my son but there is no nose .

I tried to find the house right neighbor left no one saw Aksa I also began to panic looking for him until the end of the alley and the alley next to our house.

while crying I followed my husband to the public transport base.

" Brother.. aka bang shouted me..!!" while pulling clothes bang Aldo.

" why is what..??" no less panicking.

" Aksa is missing I've been looking for nothing just asked for noodles I cooked in the kitchen right in front of her already not in front of bang I'm confused bang looking where ".

my neighbor took the initiative to announce at the nearest mosque in the hope that someone saw the child Aksa went both Arif aghhhh where Arif could not speak Aksa was only me who understood the language never ceasing tears of regret I left in front of "where do you want to go home mama was afraid .." I groaned in tears.

after looking for where to arrive there is a call to see the children of 2 people in Mushola who are quite far from my home, God easily may it be my prayer in my heart

bang Aldo rushed to the prayer room that broadcasts finding a child I hope to be anxious at home I feel like my body no longer has the energy to rise from my bed still crying over the loss of my son and my stupidity leaving my son in front alone.

shortly afterwards bang Aldo came to hold my crying son while holding a pock in his hand , o Allah it feels like getting a mountain of gold while crying hysterically I hug my son's face don't forget I thank God still given a chance to raise my son .

" Thank God ...".

" the deck said the guy over there the kid was following the scavenger apparently they were playing while pushing Arif's bike but there was a scavenger and took his bike this kid was following the scavenger because the bike was taken .." my husband explained the chronology.

"o Allah, dear why did you follow the scavenger for good brother can go home again .." I groaned while still I admired the face of my son who was confused to see me crying like this.

"do not repeat yes brother do not be far from mama ya mama fear ..".

" mama's scared..?"

" yes, dear, you're afraid not to go, yeah ..?"

rubbed my tears with her small hands even more swift tears that flowed it felt tight I could not describe what I was feeling at this time.

" cup cup .".", with the slightest innocence Aksa tried to silence my cries as I used to when she cried like this.

" it's a pity that my brother has come home you don't feel sad anymore." said my husband saw me still unable to stop my crying.

"i can not imagine that Aksa had not met mas .." sahutku limp while still hugging tightly my son .

My body felt very weak after the incident ahh I think I'm the worst mother in the world why only such a small child I can be careless oh God how if my son has increased later aghhh it feels I'm right true not be a mother .