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Lonely, desolate encompassing every strand of air that blew incandescently swept through the fur of Rome, I stared in the distance that described the beautiful brilliance of lights that resembled a sprinkling of stars in the dimly shining sky

the night sky unfolds with darkness that covers all parts of the earth that are not hit by the rays of the sun

seeing how wonderful God created such an amazing painting, it made me feel gratitude many times.Thank God for every event that God outlined in my life, my encounter with Louis, I said, it was a terrible event that brought me closer to God and every second that I went through in a place I had never been before

how quickly night came, and how quickly day changed, I never even knew what would happen in the next few seconds. but I will still be thankful for what God has given me

because Allah is the All-knowing of the best for me, I hang every hope, hope and dream in the hands of God and whatever results of the examination later, all I need is one, sincerely accept, even if asked if I am not sad....? it could be that later when I receive a verdict from the doctor I will be sad, angry, disappointed and a million other feelings

naturally, it's human.

but remember if the Prophet shalallahu alaihi wasallam once said if patience was on the first blow, not after it

"Fear Allah, and be patient .Verily patience is found in the first beat of”

(CHR. Bukhori I/430 no.1223, Muslim II/637 no.926 and Abu Daud)

so whatever the outcome will be I will sincerely accept it in the Lord.

I was lost in thought when a knock on the door distracted me, at first I thought it was Louis, but why did Louis knock on the door....? or Daddy's bodyguard coming in.....?

I slowly stepped towards the door, lucky I was not put on the infusion earlier, so I was still able to move freely

when the door opened in front of me stood 3 men above the average Asian, he greeted respectfully before starting to convey the intent of his arrival

" may I help you...?'" I asked politely, though my heart was racing, worried, fearful and alert at this moment was enveloping my mind

"good evening Mrs. we are officers from Indonesian foreign ministry"

(good evening madam.we are officers from the Indonesian foreign ministry in Italy)

One of them began to describe representing the other

upon hearing that, I felt a slightly unnatural awkwardness

How can the Indonesian foreign ministry officer, when facing his own people who certainly can speak Indonesian even use foreign languages....?

isn't this a little weird ?

"we received a report to pick up Indonesian citizens on behalf of Atiya Az-Zuhruf

for the repatriation of the name concerned as a form of protection from the Indonesian state in connection with the current unstable condition of Italy"

(We received a report of the pick-up of the WNI on behalf of Atiya Az-Zuhruf

for the repatriation of the name concerned as a form of protection from the Indonesian state in connection with the current unstable conditions of Italy)

he continued, even though I saw the strangeness clearly, it does not mean that I will directly accuse them without evidence, or do something very inappropriate in the hospital area, angry anger maybe..?

"May I know who gave you the report....?"

(may I know who gave the report...?)

I tried to face them calmly, as much as possible to buy time to wait until Louis came

"one of the Citizens of Indonesia, part of your family"

(one of the Indonesians who took the name of your brother)

'one of my family ...? that's right' I'm insinuating

it is very unlikely to happen, because all Louis families are currently in the middle of a party, which they are certainly busy at this time

my family ...?

it is highly unlikely that Rama and I knew that I was with Louis, so it is unlikely that my parents would ask the foreign ministry for help, while they could contact Louis directly

when I think about it one thing comes to my mind, if they are not part of a ministry agency, or they are part of a plot that kidnapped me some time ago....?

"May I see the official letter...?"

(may I see the official letter)

with a trembling voice that I could not cover I tried as sensationally as possible to avoid them, though I seemed calm at this time, not with my mind that kept chanting do'a asking for God's help, he said, and hope Louis will be back soon

with my eyes carefully following every movement of those who were standing firmly before me, I tried to scrutinize their every move, timidly instead of issuing a formal letter, they instead pulled out a weapon

instead of me su'udzon with them, keep in mind if we are in a free country, free to do anything at will, including having weapons for those who can afford it

money is not everything

but everything is good with money

remember the formula

it depends on how much money you have, the more money you have, the more power you have

that is the basic nature of capitalists, all centered on money, money and money

how are my lives....? maybe the next few seconds I can't predict whether my life is still in place or has already moved....?

na'udhu billah min dzalik

only to Allah do I surrender and surrender

just as I was about to receive a letter they took out from inside a black bag, Elio's voice interrupted us

"Mommy...?"

hearing that, my heartbeat grew more and more crazed, the fear pounced on my mind, not the fear of my own safety, but the fear of something happening with Elio

sometimes we are not afraid if the ordeal befalls us, but it will be very scary if it befalls our family or loved ones, the pain can be many times over.

"a moment, please"

I asked for permission to approach Elio, I deliberately did not allow them to enter, not because it was disrespectful, other than the fear that was struggling in the mind, in this room also was no Louis, Louis, so it is not appropriate for me to accept male guests, in addition to just in case there are things that are not desired, it is also to keep us from being slandered

there, on top of the bed Elio was already sitting with his hands waving towards me, asking me to carry him

I smiled gently and lifted him into my arms, as soon as I got a comfortable position Elio put his head back on my shoulders and went on to sleep

after confirming Elio's comfortable position I returned to meet the 3 people who were waiting at the door.

one of them brought back a letter with the symbol of the country and also the flag of the country neatly decorated the top of the letter

I read carefully, making sure every word is in the mail, trying to find out if there are any irregularities in the letter

while I was researching and reading the letter, a woman with a typical Southeast Asian stature came to us

he introduced himself just like the three men who were still loyal in front of me, after he greeted me and introduced himself to the fluent Indonesian, the woman I just knew named Ayudia, who I had just heard of, he explained with an explanation that I was easier to accept, although I was still confused about the person who gave the report, whether he was who, my family which I did not understand

after understanding the situation, I asked to leave when I said goodbye to Louis and explained the condition of me who had just lost a letter and some valuables after the incident

but unfortunately they did not allow me to follow them anyway.they reasoned that the plane that would take me home would soon fly to my hometown

no matter how hard I try to explain the answer remains the same, I still have to go with them right now

right now I'm in lema, I don't memorize Louis's number and don't know who to leave Elio with....?

finally, I want to borrow Ayudia's HP to contact my mother to inform my condition and also ask my mother to contact Louis.

Thank God there is always the best way in every problem

now all I have to think about is Elio, what about this puffer baby....?

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