A CHILD AS PUPPET

THE LOSS OF ALL SATRIA'S TREASURE

Satria who was in the office Satpol PP when drunk and now fully aware is allowed to go home.

Satria who no longer has a motor runs weakly to the shelter Om Dian entrusted to him.

When stepping into the house, Satria was like seeing his Mama in every corner of his house until the tears of Satria berlinang wet his cheeks, the face of his Mama, the smile of his Mama, the piety of his Mama, the piety of his mother, everything seems clear pictures together with Mama, it does not make Satria happy but feels very painful, if Satria can repeat the time He will be a good Son for both parents, he said, regret always comes too late.

"Ma, whether now Mama is happy in heaven, whether Mama's stomach is no longer sick and whether the wound on Mama's hand has healed" said Satria as she lay and looked at the ceiling of the room.

Satria's tears fell apart, her heart felt very lost with the departure of her beloved Mama.

Satria feels life is very unfair, Mama is a good woman but why her life must be taken cruelly.

Satria could not sleep in the least because at home too many memories with his mother, finally Satria decided to live on the streets with money left at his ATM.

Satria only brought a few clothes and went to walk through the night, now Satria lives on the streets like a vagrant, but He eats from money at the ATM.

Satria slept soundly under the bridge after eating, her legs curled up to withstand the cold of the night. The cold wind and the sound of the night beast became his faithful friend and sleep comforter. The night air was getting colder, Satria from home did not bring a blanket but she was grateful to find a holster carried by her.

Now Satria is far from luxurious life, Satria only wants peace of life especially now He is alone in this world. Used cardboard became his bed, backpack became a pillow for his sleep and thin gloves became the warmth of his cold body.

Time passed so quickly, the morning began to come, the sound of passing vehicles on the bridge above his bed woke up his sleep.

Satria fold the cardboard and the sheath then put it in the backpack he carried.

"It's morning, I'll find some water to bathe in, '" Satria said.

Satria searched for a toilet and hung her bag in front of the toilet door and immediately took a shower to keep her body refreshed.

But to Satria's surprise, the bag hanging was no longer in place, on the floor every way around the toilet and Satria asked if anyone saw someone carrying his backpack, but no one knows.

"Damn it, who took my bag, how I live next, the ATM and all my money are in that bag" Satria said in confusion.

In his pants pocket, Satria found 5000 in his pocket. "It's not enough to buy breakfast," said Satria, looking at the money he held.

Satria's footsteps were very heavy stepping into a warteg.

"Masuk Mas," bargained the shop owner who saw Satria standing sculpted in front of his stall.

With shame and anxiety Satria entered and sat down at the place provided by the shop owner.

"What's the food going to eat?" ask the shop owner.

Satria swallowed her saliva then said. "Sorry Sir, I only have 5000 if there is any food I can get with this 5000 money" said Satria nervously.

"There Mas, for a while I get it, drink it for fresh tea or plain water," the shop owner bargained after handing over a plate of rice with vegetable lodeh, a side dish of tofu and tempeh and a slice of fried egg.

"Would unsalted tea be sir" said Satria fearfully.

"Of course you can, for a moment you prepare," said the owner of the shop.

Since his stomach was already very hungry, Satria immediately ate voraciously. Satria did not expect this simple food to feel so delicious in taste even his stomach now feels very full.

Satria saw Mr. rice seller who was alone in the stall, "Is this Father living alone," Satria bathin who saw the Father was deftly serving buyers while lighting the stove for cooking.

"Sir I have," said Satria.

"Yes my son, 5000 the price" said the seller.

Soon Satria hand over the money which is just a sheet. After coming out of the stall Satria confused where to step foot, now Satria does not hold money nor do they have a job.

Then Satria sat under a shady tree to enjoy the air while thinking how to get money.

An old woman wearing a street sweeper uniform approached Satria.

"How are you, son?" greet the woman.

"Whose mother?" ask Satria back.

"Have you forgotten Mother" said the woman.

Satria tried to recall but still did not remember. Satria shook her head.

"This me, the street sweeper Mom who helped you when you passed out on the street and gave you a packet of rice, remember?" ask the mother back.

Satria remembered and.

"I remember Ma'am, didn't the Mother who used to give me advice to ask Allah SWT for guidance" said Satria who had begun to remember.

"Yes right" said the street sweeper.

"My news is very bad Mom, when I met Mom, my Papa is gone now My mom is gone too Mom, this morning the stuff I brought in was stolen people, now I have no relatives, no place to live, no job, I don't know if I can survive without anything because this is the only treasure I have right now," satria said while holding her shirt.

"My son, why should you be sad? Do you feel you have everything? even if it's not, son, everything in this world belongs to God, so if God takes it again I don't think God is wrong, have you ever seen a baby born in a dressy state, there is no human being dear to all that is in this mortal world, try to sincerely accept it and wake up from the slump then the results that you can exceed everything," said the Mother of street sweeper.

Satria felt very low in front of the Mother of street sweeper, He who incidentally a scholar lost to a street sweeper.

"Son, have you eaten yet?" ask the street sweeper.

"Already Ma'am, just now" said Satria.

"If you want to temporarily stay with Mom, let me introduce you to someone" said the street sweeper Mother.

Satria followed him until the warteg where he had eaten.

"I've eaten Ma'am, why did Mom bring me here" asked Satria.