Give me back my son
Heboh-heboh At the House of Vishnu

The taxi driver I drove several times went the wrong way to take us. I was furious to suspect that he was a plot of brother Dira. But when he apologized sincerely, I could see that the man who was old enough was not a bad person. I think I think too negatively about him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm very tired. My son is also sick, so his mind is messed up." I said, which is very unpleasant to have spoken quite loudly.

"It's okay, you're the wrong father. Not too memorized the road because it has just learned this week to meet the needs of the kitchen" he said. The old man told me about his current condition. Just living alone with his wife. If it doesn't work, no one will.

The father had previously been a lift in the market, but because it was getting older his strength was not as strong as before. That's why no one wants to use his services. Fortunately his front neighbor who was a former taxi driver kindly lent him a taxi without asking for anything in return other than he had to fill up with gasoline. Really kind neighbors.

In front of Vishnu's house, the children were not seen by a single person. I thought they were working inside. Although the numbers are many, but the children are used to calm because Bu Tari is always disciplined to educate.

After paying and exaggerating a little, I went straight in. Just in front of the fence, there was the sound of children screaming. Soon some big men came out. Apparently they locked the kids in the room. I'm sure it was the men of mas Dani or brother Dira, so I was about to run away, but when I turned back my steps stopped to find Alex and brother Dira were only a few meters away from me.

Please God do not separate me from my son. Please ....

I can only pray in my heart while holding Sean tight. My son remained calm in his mother's arms.

"Dine the boy!" said Alex. Once pulled he managed to snatch Sean from me.

I didn't just sit back, trying to take it back, but I lost my strength. Plus the thugs that came out of the house were holding me so as not to take Sean.

"Don't take my son!" I said to Alex. But he doesn't care. Brother Dira came forward, approaching me. Then 'Plak', a slap landed on my left cheek. A very hard slap. It's the first time in my life I've been hit so hard that this cheek is hot.

"Basic jal---!" exciting brother Dira. Then she beckoned her husband to go take Sean.

"Return my son. Don't take him away from me. Restore it!" I screamed hysterically, trying to make noise for someone to help, but everyone chose to shut the door tight because when they were about to get out the thugs held up the knife they were holding.

Dira's car and her husband left this place. Bring Sean in. For the second time I lost my son. It feels so broken. I was crying so much. Trying to get away from those thugs.

Maybe because their master had left so they let me go, then passed with two jeeps.

From inside the house of Vishnu heard the sound of children calling. I can't serve them because now I'm like a lifeless corpse. I think my life is over. How to save others, help my own son I can't.

"Sir, is it okay?" one by one Vishnu neighbors came out of their homes, convinced that the conditions were safe.

I didn't answer anything. Still crying so much.

"Sir, forgive us, but before we came we were all threatened with thugs, if we still interfered then our house would be destroyed!" said one of the mothers who saw this to me.

There are still no words coming out of this mouth other than tears falling down. Sean my son has been taken again. I have lost my son. Who's gonna help?

***

"Yan, relax. Don't despair like this. We're gonna get his son back!" the promise of Akbar finally followed to the house of Vishnu.

Likewise with Vishnu who has returned to pick up Sigit. He said he regretted going to the hospital, so he should have waited until I got back. Vishnu so because he worried I why after reading a message from me.

According to the Viennese aunt's story, the men of Kak Dira came a few minutes after Vishnu went after me. They hold the children in one room. Neighbors who wanted to help were beaten until their guts whistled.

"I've gathered all the evidence, we're going to fight!" mas Akbar said.

"I won't be allowed to meet Sean." I said in a stammering voice because it felt like there was no more energy to deal with all this. Destroyed by what Dira has done. Even more devastated than the first loss of Sean

"Don't talk so Yan, if you get discouraged then who will fight for Sean? Or are you willing to be taken care of by those bad guys? we have no right to it, only you can take Sean!" vishnu.

"But they'll keep separating me from Sean, even that woman could change my son's name!" I said.

"Then you should keep looking for it!" vishnu said again. "Don't give up Yan, I know it's hard for you to go through this. But God chose you because He believed you were capable, not other mothers."

"I'll help you. A little more Yana, fight a little more. Yea?" pinta mas Akbar's.

these tears fell back. What is all this? why it hurts so much. I'm his mother but I'm not allowed to see my son.

But as Akbar and Vishnu said, I had to fight to get my son back. I'll take it because I'm his mother. I am more entitled than anyone on this earth because his father did not actually want Sean but only to get money from Kak Dira if he could give him a child that flows the blood of their family.

"Sean, wait for mama in a minute. Mama's gonna hug Sean. A hug you'll never let go of even if you have to end!" I promised myself.

Today I have to go back and separate from Sean. But I'm sure sooner or later I'll meet my son.

We will meet, even though we are now in a different place, but I am very sure, my heart and my son are united. However the wicked seek to separate us but it is fate that will bring us back together. I'm sure of it!