I had to delay the story about my schedule change because I have one story that I can't wait to write in the blog. It happened last night.
My husband's friend dropped by to borrow some tools from him. Since I was without my proper attire, I went inside my room and closed the door. Shahmey was outside. I wasn't worried about him since Abang was there to look after him. Sophea and Sobhan were already sleeping.
Shahmey knocked on my door. Before I was there to open it, he already left. I guess he went to his Abah. After a while, I heard the sounds of someone closing the door. I guess Abang's friend has left our house. About an hour later, I looked at the clock. It was 11 something. I didn't hear Shahmey's voice. I presumed Shahmey already felt asleep in the tv room. I was thinking, why didn't Abang brought Shahmey to the room if Shahmey was really sleeping.
I went outside to check things out. I saw Abang was sitting in the tv room. Shahmey wasn't with him! I asked Abang about Shahmey. Abang stood up and told me that he thought Shahmey was with me. I went inside the kids' room. Both Sophea and Sobhan were sleeping comfortably under the comforter. I asked the helper whom already went to sleep earlier. Shahmey wasn't with her either. I stood there with so many bad thoughts. Where could Shahmey be??
Abang opened the store room - searching for him in every possible angle. I really hope he actually felt asleep there. Nope! He wasn't there. Ya Allah! Where could my son be? Abang opened the bathroom's door. I was telling myself - no!! don't tell me he felt asleep in the toilet. But, my inner self was convincing me, nothing bad would happen to Shahmey. He was safe. I went to look in the kids' room again. I went closer to the kids. I pull the comforter a bit.
Shahmey was sleeping in the middle of Sophea and Sobhan! I didn't see him because he was small. His head wasn't on the pillow. So, it was kind of covered by the comforter. Alhamdulillah. My tear dropped. The tears of relief and happiness. I picked Shahmey up and hugged him tight. I can't stop from continuing crying. A 15 seconds lost had already made me stressed out like h*ll. What about those mothers who lost their child and still couldn't find them? Oh dear... I just can't imagine myself being in their position. Nauzubillah...