The Lost Kid (II)

In one morning I woke up or my mom might have waken me up and bathed me, feeling so fresh with an innocent feeling, didn’t bother to think about any thing but play…yup that’s the nice thing of being a kid, got some money my mom or my dad gave me. I went to play with my friends at the field where we could find some street sellers selling toys and snacks. I went there to learn to ride a bicycle, my friend was helping me hold the bike while I was pedaling, I fell to the ground e few times but didn’t stop or cried, even though sometimes I was yelling and shouting because of bruises on my legs and arms.

By noontime I went back home with a dirty cloth, my mom usually kind of yelled at me. But I knew my mom never really yelled at me, she loved me and cared with me so much. Then my maid usually took my dirty cloth off and got a change, and started feeding me, after that I usually took a noon sleep. My father usually got home late at night, very often I was already in bed when he got home and still in bed when he prepared him self to work. I think he’s a very workaholic man and I know I could hardly see him.

The next morning I went t to play with my friends again, brought some money my mom gave me and bought some snacks. That day there was a “Topeng Monyet”(monkey mask) show. We the kids gathered to see the show. One show normally took around 10-15 minutes upon someone’s request or sometimes the “Topeng Monyet” performer just decided to perform in one location where there were many kids around and collected coins with a can or the monkey tamer’s hat afterwards.

I was so excited to see the “Topeng Monyet show” and followed them wherever they went, I couldn’t remember how many shows I had seen, until I felt tired and wanted to go back home. I was walking back home to the direction I passed by, but…. something came up…there was a dog, it’s right on the road I was going to pass, I was so afraid, and didn’t dare to walk trough and started to panic, I then went to other direction and didn’t have a clue where I was going to. I kept walking on the sidewalk of the street and started crying. It’s already afternoon, I was walking by my self and crying, cars and motorcycles passing by near me.

It’s getting dark, a five-year old kid alone in the street without his parents. I was still walking without direction,. I was tired and hungry, stopped crying for a while and continued walking. Until I got so tired then I decided to take the alley instead of Main Street. I was slowly walking in front of a house, I saw some kids playing with his parents, it made me remember my parents….”where are they”?, “where am I”?…..knowing that I was only alone and realizing that I was lost, I started crying again and hoping to meet my mom and dad. Luckily I wouldn’t go away from the house where I saw the kids playing with their parents, I saw the kids’ mom who looked like my aunt Yulia. I kept passing by their house and crying, until they saw me and apparently brought me in. They were very kind with me, they offered me food and drink. I stopped crying and was playing with those kids.. I didn’t know what time it was, but it’s late already. Finally the people from my “RT” (block) and neighbor who had been looking for me found me there. I didn’t know how they found me, apparently the kids’ father who took care of me happened to be the head of “RT” in that area. I was back home and met my family again….I should say thanks to them who already took care of me and the people who helped my parents find my self.

to be continued...