The Shabby Wife You Ignore
Aslam Intelligence

In the afternoon that was cold, because of the cloudy and the wind blowing quite strong, a little boy named Aslam Anggara was facing a calamity that made him feel scared. That she should be with her mom and dad, anyway, now he must be with a man who works as a child kidnapper who will later be sold to certain people who are abroad to be taken organs.

"Om evil huh? Om did not have children yes, why bother bringing Aslam here. Will his son be envious? Aslam has vanished. Where would Aslam be thrown?"

The little boy did not understand the mysterious man's words. As far as Aslam is concerned, he will soon be banished not to be killed.

For a moment the man was silent when he heard Aslam's words that amazed him.

Aslam's words remind the child of his only puppet that he used to sell to child trafficking syndicates. And after his son was sold and known by his wife then, the man's wife killed herself in a terrible way. At that time, he sold his own son because of the bad economic situation.

In fact he loved his son and his beautiful wife very much but, because he was used to holding a lot of money, he was willing to sell his own son.

At that time, his two-year-old son was the same age as Aslam. His manner of speaking and posture were similar to Aslam's clever and adorable.

Unexpectedly, the man shed tears. He remembered his dead wife and son. Maybe the bones are only now.

"Yes. Om is evil. Sis, sorry Om huh? I'm sorry for making you part with your Mom and Dad. Now, let me take you to your house! Promise will not be evil anymore. What's your name?"

The mysterious man suddenly approached Aslam and hugged him. Tears poured out remembering the son and his wife who were gone because of the crime of his own.

The man is now knocked on the door of his direction since hearing the innocent words of Aslam Anggara that he accidentally said.

"I'm Aslam. What's the name Om? So, Aslam will come home. Hooray, cool, Aslam can meet Dad and Mama. But who are they, Om? Are they Om's children?"

Aslam was jittery when the mysterious man would drive him home to his family. The boy was indeed miraculously able to conquer a high-class villain like the mysterious man with just plain words. At that time, Aslam also asked who the children who were eating packaged rice were among them.

"Om's name is Wira. Yes, Om will take you home. You're Hamzah's father's son, aren't you? CEO OF 'JAYA GROUP'? Um. They are your friends Aslam. So, you don't have to worry. Thanks to you, Om will not do evil to you, Om insaf."

The man collapsed to the floor because he could not bear the sadness of seeing the snot boys he had managed to kidnap. However, whatever the risk, he will repent and will leave from the dark black world.

"Om, how come you cry? Yes, my father is Hamzah Anggara. But Aslam doesn't know what a CEO is. Om don't cry. If Om misses Aslam, can play to Aslam's house," replied Aslam while approaching the man named Wira. Aslam held the man's shoulder and calmed down.

"Nature, you remind me of my son and wife who are gone. I can't stand to see this suffering. If Om wasn't evil, Om would still be with them."

The man explained about his dead family to Aslam. By telling a story, the sense of tightness that enveloped his heart, slightly diminished.

"Oh. Who is patient, right? Then we go to their graves. Ask God to pray that they will be happy in nature. Usually, Mama and Dad go to the grave of Rumi's grandmother who has not continued to pray together."

"Oh. That is true, Aslam said. But you don't want to go home soon? Take you home first, will you?"

The man wiped his tears and stood up. Now a little bit of a smile on the face of the man. He never visited the graves of his wife and children. He was blinded by the black life that made him a very cruel person. It did not occur in his mind to look at the tomb of the late wife and child. Fortunately, there was Aslam who reminded him.

"Let's Om after the tomb. If Om is good, then Aslam need not fear the same Om. Because Aslam likes to be friends with people but also good friends, of course," replied Aslam with an answer that amazed the man and made the man shake his head.

"Oh. Okay. Let's go to the tomb right now. Rian, Dito, Rio and Rara let's go to the tomb. Om apologizing to you guys huh. Om promise, you guys don't so I take it to the syndicate of bad guys. You guys I consider Om's son."

Instantly, Wira approached the four boys who had finished eating the packaged rice. The hero hugged the children with a sincere hug. The children are street children who are either parents who are deliberately smothered by Wira when they sleep in a quiet slum of people. It happened three days ago before Aslam came.

"Is that really Om? If so, we'll have a lot of fun."

One of the tall, thin-skinned, mature-skinned boys, answered a question from Wira in a tone ensuring that he and his friends were free from evil.

"Yes. I will find work by lawful means and will seek to send you to school. One more thing, Om won't let you be colonized by thugs and criminals. With me, you are safe. And if I'm going to be in jail, I'm going to propose that you be treated at the Orphanage. You must live a decent and safe life free from evil."

That's the expression expressed by Wira. What he was once so cruel, now turned into a good heart and became a savior. He is conscious now. The lives and futures of these abandoned children are far more important than billions in money. His heart began to rumble to save the poor children like the children who were in front of him.

"Horay!"

The children were jubilant. Who had looked gloomy and frightened, now turned into cheerful and merry. Their future is long. To deserve he does not deserve to be abandoned and made a victim in the business of getting billions of money by illegal road.

At that time, Aslam also smiled and had fun. Now Aslam feels to have many friends and not naughty. Even though they are street children, they do not like to prank their friends. They live together, and work together.

Sometimes, limitations and downturns, make them more mature and understand the true meaning of life. Their lives were bitter, there was no time to fight over toys or other luxury items. Because they don't have all of that.

They just need food, shelter and affection from older people. They are still small, but already bet on living by working as they can. Become a busker, sell newspapers or become a hawker.

As Wira and the five boys gathered in the living room, several officers in police uniforms entered the house while pointing guns right in front of Wira.

"Lift your hand and don't move if you want to survive!"

One of the police officers firmly told Wira to turn herself in to the police officers. Behind the police stood five tall men who were also standing ready to ambush the alleged criminals for the kidnapping of minors.