they touched my heart~

Terketar-ketar nak tulis cerita ni. The scene still lingers in my mind, as if I am still there. Tadi ku balik from beli lunch, isi minyak kereta and I headed to 7-eleven to withdraw my money. There were also 3 primary school boys and 3 or 4 other customers in the premise. Pelik, I felt. Da pukul 1 lebih, camne ada budak skola ni. Eh, hari ni Jumaat, I remembered. Diorang skola petang kot. Then, after cucuk my card, got what I wanted and on my way out of the premise, I passed by the ice-cream machine and with such miracle, the Cornetto triggered nafsu ku. Ok ok, I said to myself. Ada boyish kakak in 7-e uniform leaning against the machine; it made me hard pick and choose a flavour. In my head, I marah-marah that kakak for standing in my way. Hello, I'm here. Your customer. Kan tak elok buat customer macam tu. Tapi, benda kecik je, I said to myself. Tak pe. I grabbed one and headed to the counter.

As I was about to pay, the primary school boys were heading out of the premise. Then I heard a loud cry from a small boy. "Jangan cik!" I turned myself around and saw one of the school boys was grabbed by the kakak. She took a hold of something outside of his pants' pocket; it curved beautifully through the clothes in her hand. Oh my God, I realized. A proof. He sto... I stopped myself; the words flew away. Two of them ran away, I saw. One kakak bertudung at the cashier left me and the counter and went to them. "Jangan cik," he said again. "Diorang yang suruh saya curi." He struggled himself away from her but couldn't. Instead, he was pulled forcefully to the back by kakak bertudung. The boyish kakak went back to the counter, replacing the kakak bertudung. Her eyes were still focusing on them. "Jangan cik," he said again. "Ayah saya marah nanti." Realized he was caught alone, I heard his cry as he said that. I heard him telling a story; maybe he was asked why he did that. Then I heard the kakak said, "Ok ok. Sekarang, adik pergi panggil kawan-kawan adik tadi. Cari cepat!"

Sobbing, the small, putih-putih skin, berisi boy rushed out of the premise and was followed by the kakak bertudung. I knew he will never come back and bring his friends along; I saw him running towards the primary school. The kakak could easily run along with him but didn't; maybe she's letting him go. For a moment, that boy distracted everybody's first intention being in the premise; the boyish kakak from dealing with her long-qued customers, me being in front of the line from paying my ice-cream, other people from choosing whatever things they wanted to buy.... I looked at the boyish kakak, the kakak that I marah-marah tadi. I paid the ice-cream to the her, silently mintak maaf for misunderstanding her reason for leaning against the machine. She was waiting for the school boys.

I burst into tears in my car, remembering the boy, remembering the incident. Such a small child to be doing such thing. Ya Allah, janganlah ku ever terniat untuk buat macam tu. Janganlah sapa2 buat macam tu. Janganlah anak-anak ku ever buat macam tu, no matter what reason it may be, no matter how desperate they could be.

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That brought to: semoga ku dikurniakan seorang lelaki yang bersama-sama ku raise our children up with endless love and a perfect teaching of Islam.
Amin.