Lailatulqadar (Song of Missing For Fathers)
Chapter 23
''Laila please go to the market, yes, today Auntie is not feeling well. You are shopping!" mira Pinta.
"Yes Bi." Laila approached her Aunt who was writing groceries on a piece of paper.
"Now, here's the money. You know the market, not far from this complex kok walk also nyampe do not have to ride angkot to ngirit!" said Mira.
Laila nodded slowly, grabbing a piece of paper containing a list of groceries and some money.
From the complex to the traditional market is actually quite a distance away but Mira instead told Laila to walk while the groceries must be many and heavy.
Laila is not surprised because Mira does like itung-kalung money problem that is not how much. Just the cost of public transport alone seems like he objected to spending money. Fortunately Laila still keeps the money from the sale of takjil so she can use it for the cost of freight and in case the money given by her aunt mediocre may even be less.
Laila rushed away in the morning and the weather was not too hot.
In front of the Laila complex stops the angkot where the angkot will pass the path to the market.
The car stopped in front of Laila. Soon the teenage girl climbed up and sat on a row of facing benches.
Exhaust noises roared as the car drove back, emitting thick smoke that contaminated the morning air mixed with other vehicle fumes on the highway.
The situation in the angkot jostled, enough to make Laila feel stuffy let alone he sat in the middle of the other passengers.
"Surge bang!" the man in black clothes sat beside Laila.
The angkot driver stepped on the brake until the car stopped even though it was a bit slow.
The man got down and paid the driver. Angkot again drove split the highway.
Feeling soon until Laila reached into her pants pocket to take a small wallet to pay the fare.
But after he fumbled he could not find the small wallet in his pants pocket.
Laila's eyes were perfectly rounded, she was surprised to find out that her wallet had disappeared. It was likely that the man who came down earlier was the copet who had taken Laila's wallet.
"Why deck?" asked the thick-bodied mothers sitting in front of his seat, he saw Laila like a confused person.
"My wallet is gone, ma'am, " answered Laila in a panic.
Spontaneously everyone in the angkot looked surprised to turn towards Laila, including the driver he glanced through the rearview mirror.
"Well, let's not let that guy come down again!" the driver was busy driving his car.
"It could be, it looks suspicious!" say other passengers.
"Then you stop here, sir!" pinta Laila was in a state of panic and confusion.
The driver stopped his vehicle.
"Sorry before sir but I don't have any more money, all my money is in that wallet" Laila said after he got out of the car.
"Let me pay the child's fare" said the fat mothers.
Laila looked at the back door.
"Thank you Ma'am, may Allah multiply mother's rezeky." Laila's humbling.
"Aamiin, you're welcome."
The transport car passed from in front of Laila.
"Who knows what exactly poppies are, sir, besides I see he's a good boy." The thick-bodied mother believes more in Laila.
"Yes today's children love to cheat using their appearance and innocence, "the driver seems not to lose the debate.
"Let's just pay me a favor sir, not for a million of this freight!" the word of the thick-bodied mother silenced the driver's mouth.
Meanwhile Laila walked like a dazed person. He was confused how to shop if the money to buy it was lost in people. Can't imagine how angry Mira will be if she knows her shopping money in the pickpocket. Laila's gonna get angry.
Even at home he did not have the money to change his aunt's groceries. Laila was confused as to how. Now he keeps walking back home.
Whatever happens later he will face, all this is indeed his fault that is too careless. He used to live in a village where crime was rare. He forgets he's in a big city where criminals roam while they get the chance, so they will act even if the victim is a child. They move indiscriminately. Though if you think the money taken from children sepantaran Laila will not be how much. But still they want to pickpocket because the opportunity is there when Laila is off guard.
Arriving at Laila's house ready to get her aunt's nagging. Mira would definitely scold him.
Sure enough, Mira widened her eyes when she saw Laila coming home empty-handed. Without any groceries in his hands.
In addition, Laila was so quick to return when she had just left.
"Well, where's the shopping?" ask Mira.
"Sorry Bi, right at the angkot earlier I was pickled. And he took my wallet. All my Auntie's shopping money goes into that wallet" Laila replied.
"What's? Your pickiness said?" Mira looked surprised as she turned her waist.
"Don't lie to you. Must be the money you're using, right?" mira Tudding.
"Neither Bi, it is really a pickaxe. I can't dare use aunt's money." Laila denies Mira's allegations.
"Halah..gaku! I know you need money. You never gave me a snack, you used the money, right?" Mira kekeh accuses Laila who is not.
Suddenly Dita came out of the room after hearing the noise in the television room.
"What's the matter noisily?" ask Dita.
"This bratty child is using a pretend show all over again. Money shopping I'm not afraid to wear it with him!" Mira was still muddled with her perception.
"God be brave! Her appearance is innocent years her morals are bad!" hujat Dita's.
Laila shook her head she didn't feel like Mira was accusing.
"I'm sorry Bi, but the real money is in people's pickpockets. Let me change, bi!" laila.
"Replace what? Daon's clothes?" dita Cibir.
"I'll be able to profit from selling takjil!" laila.
"Let me be a prick," he continued.
"Was.. No selling today! You have used up where you can sell! Bankrupt people! " surprised Mira.
"For a long time make us destitute!" connect Dita.
Laila just bowed down unable to say anything even to defend herself it felt useless they would not believe. Laila chose silence instead of wasting energy fighting them.
seriate,
