It was deja vu, of merely 2 months back when Ayum went 'missing' from his sekolah agama.
I think it was only a minute of me trying to take a closer look at some tudungs that I glanced at Ayum and saw that Nisa was no longer with him. She insisted earlier that she waned to hold her brother's hand, so I held Aisyah n Ayum held her.
"Abang, mana baby?" Blank look. "Baby, mana baby?" he panicked. Ran the other direction, and came back. No baby. Aisyah started wailing. I started shouting to everyone within earshot, "anak saya hilang!" "berapa tahun?" "2 tahun!" The boy manning the stall rushed about as well, shouting to people that a girl was missing. "Pakai baju apa?" "Skirt, baju biru, ya Allah, baby!" Then someone said, "Dia ke sana tadi!" we rushed over, and saw my darling girl crying with one good Samaritan holding her still. She must have gone that way to look for me. I hugged her tight, Alhamdulillah... I only thought the worst had happened, that I would not see her ever again... Afterwards, Ayum kept blaming himself for what happened. I told him to be more responsible in the future. A few kind strangers comforted me, I really am thankful to them.
At home, I related the event to my mom, bro, Aduk n his wife what happened, everyone was stricken, we dare not tell my dad what took place, especially since he had earlier objected to me taking them all. When I called my hubby, he was speechless.
I am glad that no harm came to her. Syukur, and I hope that nothing untoward would happen to my babies...
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