Tahajjud
My mind

The departure of Surahman made me a little afraid, because the middle-aged man who had approached me and said.

" What's your name??

" Alfie, I answered briefly.

" Come with me there, pointing to a house ala" the desert country.

I followed him from behind looking right and left.

Threshing,,

The sound of an iron door opened the middle-aged man..

After the door was opened by him, I saw that there were 30 women older than me were there.Those who looked at me smiled, I who was a little afraid had finally begun to feel relieved, I was a little afraid, Because it's not just me who's here, but a lot of people who are in a room with me..

" Mba also want to go back to Indo, huh?? I asked a woman who looked old..

" yes, Dek, that's how he called me, maybe he saw me younger than him..

I who was curious after going from here to where else, finally asked back to him.

" This Abis, where are we going??

" Our entar was delivered to Tarhil, he said, because Mr. Abu said it was so, while pointing to the middle-aged man who was talking to Kak Surahman..

" Oooh, that's it, mba, I'm just talking as you are, at least I already know after from here where you will be taken..

***

While waiting will be delivered to tarhil, I first told the mother, That this sa'at I will be delivered to tarhil and will wait for the process of my return for several days and even weeks"...

Immediately I took the cell phone in my pants pocket so that I immediately contacted the woman who gave birth to me,,

I

📞 Assalamu'alaikum Ma, Alfi gives greetings when the connection is connected..

Mamma.

L'm..

📞 Me, Alhamdulillah healthy ma, Inshaa Allah in the near future Alfi will arrive in Indo and will regroup with mama, I explained briefly..

I deliberately did not say the day and date of my arrival, because I also did not know when I was flown from the desert country to my homeland, so that my mother did not think too much about me..

Mamma..

📞 When did you get in her indos??

the question I didn't want was finally asked..

L'm..

📞 Anyway, if I have been flown I will quickly report it ma, I replied briefly..

Feeling it was time to talk I finally begged my mother for permission to end the call...

🦋🦋🦋

Now the middle-aged man I knew his name said..

" Come, get to the car, we'll leave now for Tarhil..

Me and the others immediately set foot on a bus that had been prepared by Mr. Abu and his other colleagues as the manager of the illegal return of TKW to the country..

Now the bus we were busking was heading to a building that read POLiCE, seeing how shocked I was..

* Yes'Allah, why go to the police station ??? Am I going to meet my former employer?? And do I have to be sent back to my former employer's house like hell??? No" I'll never go back to her house.. **

The questions I made according to my own version filled the space of my head..

When I got late in my own questioning, a policeman told us all to come down and enter the building..