A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Still not found

After I met Mr. Agus in the car, I then told him that Arif was no longer in school because he had been picked up by unknown men, after hearing my words, after hearing my words, Pak Agus immediately ran out of the car, the man who was about forty years old looked panicked, he ran into the fence of the Kindergarten school and shouted calling Arif's name. I know, the relationship between Pak Agus and Arif has been so close, during the school Arif Pak Agus is the one who routinely transports Arif.

''Don, how is this? Who has brought Arif without Non's knowledge? Unbeknownst to her own mother! Ah .... How could? What if Arif is kidnapped?!'' racau Pak Agus with bad breath. He hit the small car door. It seems so emotional.

''I don't know what to do either, sir. All this because of my carelessness. I have neglected to be a mother.''My reply was soft. I really feel guilty for what happened this time.

''Don better calm down first. Do not blame yourself.'' said Mr. Agus looks calming. I nodded small. After that a car was heard stopping right behind the car I was in now. I looked back, it turned out that my Husband and Mas Abdillah had come. I got out of the car. Mas Malik and Mas Abdillah set foot wide towards me, then when it arrived in front of me Mas Malik immediately hugged my body without shame and echoed with Mas Abdillah and Pak Agus.

''Honey, you are calm, yes. Mas promised Mas will look for Arif's whereabouts anywhere, see you. You do not have much thought.'' said Mas Malik softly while stroking my back.

''Yes, Mas. But I'm afraid anything will happen to Arif.'' I said with a restrained sob. Which mother did not feel worried, anxious when the son she had borne for nine months did not know where he was. Same who? What again? Is Arif with good or bad people? Are those people treating him well? And whether the man's motive was willing to waste time to bring Arif away with him. The question kept raging, until it became a burden of my own mind. Makes me restless and unable to think calmly for a second.

''No way, Mas make sure Mas will finish off anyone who dares to touch Arif. Mas and Mas Abdillah had sent some of our men to search for Arif. Hopefully today also Arif we can find.'' said my husband sound convincing.

''Hopefully Arif can be found soon.'' reply me by pretending to be tough. Crying is useless. Just crying, my son will never come back.

''Amen. Take you home, yes. I'm afraid that something will happen to you. Just like our son.'' said my husband, he stroked my stomach gently.

''I don't want to go home. I want to come look for Arif's whereabouts.

''Darling, plis, this time it's shrewd, yeah. It's for your own good.'' Mas Malik said as he looked at me. He scooped my face with both hands. I finally nodded. My husband also wiped the remains of tears on my cheeks.

***

Until nightfall, news of Arif's whereabouts is still unknown. Mama and I sat uneasily in the living room. Sometimes we stand up, walk around, while occasionally we stare at the phone screen, hoping for good news to come. Mas Malik and Mas Abdillah still haven't come home from this afternoon. My husband said he and Mas Abdillah prayed at a nearby mosque and ate at whichever stall they stopped at while tired of looking for Arif. They had been walking down the streets around the residential compound we live in now, walking down the streets near Kindergarten, contacting the parents of Arif's school friends and sending news of Arif's disappearance in the school wa group. But the results remain nil, no one knows for sure the whereabouts of my son at this time.

''Mama,'' I said softly calling my mother-in-law. Mama turned her head, then after that Mama and I hugged each other, we both strengthened each other. The news of Arif's disappearance had reached also in the ears of Teh Hamidah, Teh Hamidah contacted me with his hoarse voice, I knew he must be crying. Various kinds of prayers he pinned so that Arif can be found immediately in a state of good.

Until midnight, the hour hand had shown twelve o'clock late. I lay restlessly in a big, soft bed, certainly very comfortable. But my eyes won't be closed at all. I had finished my evening prayer, asking for a hint that there was a bright spot about Arif's whereabouts.

''Huh ... O Allah.'' I murmured softly while staring at the ceiling of the room. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, hoping the tightness in the chest diminished.

''Honey, I hope your brother is okay wherever he is.'' I murmured again while stroking my flat stomach. We have just felt happiness, but trials and problems always come unexpectedly. When will this all end? When will we really live a quiet life without anyone bothering our family? But isn't it that as long as we're alive in the world the problems will always come? I hope that after the trials that come, there will be eternal happiness waiting ahead.

When I was daydreaming, suddenly my phone on the nightstand was ringing loudly. I grabbed him quickly, then saw who was calling. It was my husband who called.

''Assalamu'alaikum, Mas.'' I said quickly.

''Wakaikum'sallam, darling. You still haven't slept either?''

''I can't sleep. How can I sleep while my loved ones are not home.''

''Mas and Mas Abdillah were on their way home. Sorry, Sweetheart. Until now we still can't find Arif. Tomorrow we will resume our search.''

''Alright Mas. I'm waiting at home. You also need rest.'' I said with a tight chest. Ah ... Arifs. Where are you now, son?

After that, the call was cut off. I closed my eyes while remembering my son's handsome and adorable face. I really miss his little babble and his very active behavior.

Seriate.