For the Sake of Heart
story 4

The fate of the Wni in Pakistan is always there like grief. After a long time Aini did not know the news friends friends. The Urdu Zuban group only has two members.

Today Aini again completed the group task. "Assynolajet. How are you doing?/ kia thing he? Is everything okay?/ sat khariah he?" ask Aini when opening a group.

"Vaalaikumussalam. We're fine! / hum sab thehk hn!, and you how?/ our ap kese he?" say them together.

"Well, well, by the way. Hopefully useful yes," said Aini.

"Mbak Aini's. I saw the news on tv Kamalia was so excited at that time! What's up, dad?" ask Mira.

"Hey... Don't ask. Horrified. Until now, I remember being afraid to go out" replied Aini.

"The other friend's friends are on a stop well!" ask Mira.

"Yes. They're on their way home. Last call was Aisha. He has returned to his homeland" said Aini.

"Ah. Cook it! Who really is Mama? He said he was happy here. Good husband in-law good. No one likes to interfere anymore. How come you're home now?" ask Rina.

"Yes anyway. But now it is her husband who wants to move," replied Aini.

"Well, if it's fun," replied Mira.

"It's the last month well we're in the group. Next week last material. And I hope there is a benefit," said Aini.

"Yes mbak. Since joining my Urdu language. Hopefully it will be easy to communicate with prospective in-laws" replied Mira.

"When is the mating plan?" ask Rina.

"If there are no obstacles next week I am already in Pakistan. I have also been boking round-trip air tickets" replied Mira.

"Oh.. Hopefully smoothly. Come alone is the same family Mama Mira?" ask Rina

"I was told to come by myself. Because of my cost, my husband is the responsibility of all. But father and sister do not go alone. And finally the three of us went along. Tickets go to the prospective husband who paid. We paid for the return ticket ourselves" replied Mira.

"Good then good good luck," said Aini.

"Mubarakh ho/safe yes," said Rina.

"Khair mubarakh/welcome back" replied Mira.

"Meri level bi mubarakh ho/of me also survived well. Our prayers ki liye hamesha khush raha karo/and prayers for you are always happy" said Aini.

"Sukria wedge/thank you Ma'am. Ap ne bhot madat kiye/you helped a lot," replied Mira.

"Will you not go home? Or stay here?" ask Rina.

"You don't know yet. He just wants to stay in the country.

"If you want to be in the homeland from the beginning you have to convince him. If it's not the same as us. It will be difficult to go home" said Aini.

One by one, many of Aini's friends came home. Three Urdu Zuban friends have also returned home. "Ah when is my turn," murmured Aini.

******

This morning the atmosphere was calm as if there was no disaster. But the flood began to sound where. No exception to disaster-prone areas.

Cring... Cring...

"Asalamualaik... Ma'am! How are you," asked the voice across there.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Good news, how are you?" ask Aini.

"Have you seen the news? There were massive floods in the swat region and surrounding areas. Almost all flooded. Many casualties fell. Poor thing," replied Rina.

"You know how. I'm not so attentive. Because since the shootout at my residence, I've been afraid of myself. Now it's getting horrible here" said Aini.

"Try to see on tv the news is very sad. Not long ago politics scared Imran Khan down. Food prices are rising. Now natural disasters are happening. Nearly 60% of Pakistan is flooded. Onions, wheat and other vegetables are all expensive in the future" said Rina.

"You know, though," asked Aini.

"Well know Ma'am. My husband has friends in the area. Wheat storage warehouses, and other dry food items are subject to soaking. Now the big loss of all those entrepreneurs. Cannot be saved. Not to mention the kidnapping of children," said Rina.

"If the news of the kidnapping is still safe in our place. The price of goods is expensive. I don't know here how it's going to be. Hopefully quickly return to the homeland," said Aini resigned.

"Wouldn't you go home? When?" ask Rina.

"Well if there's money coming home. Why here too. Better in the country. Country itself, the season there is normal. Not too extreme as here," said Aini.

"Daddy.....! I'm hungry to eat" Ali said. Ali arrived to eat. Winter wants to eat.

"Ok Rina said yes! My son wants to eat hungry" said Aini.

"Alright please Ma'am. Next time we connect again" said Rina.

Arrive arrive... In the mosque there is an announcement of the abduction of children. And in the hope that parents take care of their children. Don't let it play outside.

"Huhuhuhu. Where are you nakkkk. I'm worried, son! Home Nak! Huhuhuhu..," Shouted hysterically a woman. There was a loud noise of many people gathered outside.

"Yes, he went to the store. Just near home. And now don't go home. Someone saw the boy on the bike. But the boy didn't scream" said someone.

"Oh maybe in the dope. So don't scream. Now take care of the children. Do not play outside or go to the store alone. Someone has to accompany you" said another.

Aini who was peeking out from behind the window was getting more and more agitated. Because in recent times, there have always been crimes. I don't know what triggered all this.

It is clearly getting harder for the economy. The greater the cost of income decreases, hence making people do anything for money.

Crings..... Crings.....

"Hello mbak Aini. Please Mbakkkkk! My son was kidnapped. Mbakkkk," Meta said on the phone.

Aini stunned. "Mac Meta.....! The patient well. Hopefully the children can be found," said Aini calming.

"Yes Ma'am if there is news of the discovery of children in the place of mbak, please make sure he. This is a picture of my son. Huhuhoo.... Hiks..hiks...huhuhu..," isak Meta held back crying.

Aini's getting restless. Just now her friend Rina reported the kidnap. And Aini said that in a safe place, suddenly Meta called his son missing.

Aini's head was getting pulsating. Pakistan is in a chaotic political time. The leaders of the country are just busy fighting over seats and blaming each other. Even the streaks start from the top.

While Imran Khan's stronghold, always blame the new leader for this calamity.

Suddenly someone came to Aini's house. "Assynolajet. Sorry do you know this kid? He speaks Indonesian! And say his mother's name is Meta" said neighbor Aini.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Oh, my God, Robb... Just now her mother called me" said Aini with glassy eyes. "This is the photo that his mother sent. Meet me where? Let's go in first! Please call the police. His mother also called the police. Tell me to meet his son. It's in Kamalia" said Aini.

"Anti knows my mother. Huhuhuhu..... Ibuu... I want to go home..... I want to see mom" sobs the kid. Name Muskan.

"Here's my boy! Tell me how it happened?" ask Aini.

"I went to the store not far from home. Then there's anti anti call me. I don't know him, but he keeps getting closer. I was scared, and I wanted to run. I arrived at the back. I can't scream. Take me in the car," said Muskan still frightened.

"Trus how did you get away from them?" ask Aini.

"Car stops. Because the road is jammed. Then I thought about running away. Get out of the car. I bite strongly at the hand of the woman holding me. Then I opened the door and ran. Apparently people were suspicious and I met the uncle who drove me to meet Anti," isak Muskan.

"Yes, you don't worry. Now your mother's on her way here. Now you eat first. You are safe now. Ok," said Aini to appease Muskan.

Not long came Muskan's parents to pick up Muskan at the police.

"Where is my son" isak Meta. Impatiently.

"Mother....," cried Muskan. While running to hug his mother. Meta also sobbed holding back the cries of hugging his daughter.

"Let's go in first" said Aini.

"Thank you Aini. I was so scared. And I could go crazy losing Muskan. Because I'm not sure why it happened" said Meta sadly.

"We thank you Ma'am. Already found Muskan," said Muskan's father as he stroked his daughter.

"Thank you to this guy. He was the one who brought Muskan to see me. Because Musan speaks Indonesian. And this happens to be Kamalia. So the man remembered I was Indonesian" Aini said, pointing at the man.

"Thank you bang. I saved my son" said Muskan's father.

"It's okay. Next time heart. Don't let the children out on their own" said the man who saved Muskan earlier.

"Everything is clear. From now on, for the public please cooperate with the police, if anyone suspects his movements. Child abductions are rife now. What else is flooding in swat. Many children were kidnapped. And his organs were taken," said the police escort earlier.

"alright. We say goodbye to Aini. You are also careful" said Meta.

"Mbak well," replied Aini.

They're all out carrying the Muskan. And the neighbors began to dwindle into crowds. The police went with the Muskan family car accompaniment.

Kringg.... Cring.... Aini's phone rang.

"Yes, baby" replied Aini. Apparently from Furqan.

"What was that? I heard someone's delivering the kidnapping news?" ask Furqan

"Who is delivering?" ask Aini.

"Samer" Furqan said.

"But Samer didn't meet me. Strange is people. I came here but didn't ask what was wrong with me. Uh even report to you!" said Aini.

"I'm worried about you and the kids. Now in Pakistan there is a lot of crime. What is hard. People don't think halal is haram" Furqan said

"You know Meta? That was the day I met in front of the house. Well his son who was brought to my house. His son was kidnapped and escaped. Meet our neighbors. Because his son uses Indonesian, so the same neighbor was brought to me," explained Aini.

"Oh. Poor thing. Have you met your parents?" ask Furqan.

"It has. Because it also happened that the Meta earlier called me, saying please if there is a missing child found. And he sent me a picture of his son. That's what I knew. And the police and neighbors also believe. Then soon came the same Meta husband," explained Aini.

"Oh sukurlah's. Now take good care of our son. Don't let play by yourself. What else go to the store," Furqan said.

The news returned Muskan to his parents horrendous group Wni. Many are concerned because they also have children who are small. And not a little say congratulations have been found.

******

"Why did it get out?" sniff the man.

"He bit me. And it just so happened that the car stopped because the road was jammed," so the woman did not want to be blamed.

"If it leaks out and we know it's the culprit. Then you're the first one I shot" said the man.

"In this week there should be five children. Understand," snapped the man again.

"Those in the room were three children. I think they're 9, 8 and 5 years old. I will look for it again" said the woman annoyed.

Kamalia's situation seems normal. Even though the news of the kidnapping is still spread, children still play in front of the house. Like not afraid of her. But Akram and Ali were not allowed to play outside. And the boy just nodded.

Akram is silent on his next mission. A secret code that must be sent to disburse funds. Help for victims of flash floods.

Like playing hide and seek, Akram must be careful. If not, mother's life and her adek are a bet. Even if handed over to the police, it would be suicide. The only way remains alert and leaves Kamalia immediately.

There's an incoming message.

Give me the secret code. And send to the disaster area. With a few different points.

I meticulously sent that message. There are three more deliveries. After it runs out by itself the laptop becomes lost data data.

The person who left the laptop was just fateful that night. He's a genius.

Clik. The message has been received and the money has been liquidated. Please delete this message for personal security.

Immediately Akram remove. In a place where the youths that were being held by the Jamal master were already out of sense. How to find laptop traces. Suddenly, Mr. Jamal gave orders to release them. Soon lord jamal's men liberate.

And...

......

They followed him silently. Dor... One young man died.