Bakoh Shoulder

Chapter 160

As told earlier, Sakti is an independent child. She was only seven years old but she had already thought about the cost of her own education. Not that he did not want to ask his mother but he knew the burden borne by his mother was also not easy.

Shopiah herself did not know about Sakti who was secretly selling snacks owned by her school cafeteria mother. As usual, Shopiah always gave his son an allowance, which turned out to be his pocket money on an atomic piggy bank under his bed.

From the day Shopiah slapped Sakti on the cheek, the boy became quiet. And Shopiah considers the change in her son's attitude as a form of obedience and legowo to the destiny that separates her and her father.

Without Shopiah knowing if the child is even more closed. It shrinks the world, as if it doesn't believe in anyone. Including his own mother.

No one understands him, even though he has tried to talk about what he feels but the advice of those closest to him just tells him to be sincere and patient. While Sakti did not understand how to apply that sincere and patient in himself as well as his life.

Silence is the last option when everyone doesn't understand how he feels. Inside the boy was a feeling of anger, disappointment and great sadness. Only one thing kept him going with all this, which was that he loved his mother very much. He has no father, and mother is the only parent Sakti has. Losing his father's figure frightened him if one day his mother would leave him. That's why she chose silence over speech but made her mother's heart hurt.

Currently Sakti is ready with the task of the canteen mother. The tray of cake and the ice thermos was ready to bring him to go to sell.

"Sakti, here!" Call the canteen girl to him.

"Yes." Yeah." Sakti answered looking at the canteen.

"This. In the first meal, bulek see your body is getting tipped. How many times a day do you eat?" Bu canteen opened two packs of orek tempe rice placed in a plate, then given stew also fried side dishes directly put on the table so that Sakti eat it.

"I ate a barley. This morning, it was still full. If I don't rush to sell this later to hunt down the abis break." Sakti rejected it subtly.

"You said you ate that this morning?! Pantes body cungkring. Eat first. If you don't obey, put it again. Bulek do not want you to get sick later, let alone starve when you sell food. Don't ndablek! Abisin this first, later sold after your rice runs out."

The canteen bu command was immediately given a nod by Sakti. He also did not want to constantly argue with parents who had been good to him.

It didn't take long, Sakti had finished his lunch. "Thank you, but.. I don't have any money.. Hmm later my sale results in the cut aja bulek, make pay for food earlier." Sakti just remembered if he never brought pocket money.

A soft smile was engraved on the shady face of the canteen bu. "Who told you to pay, huh? Eat stay eat. You work with me so I must make sure you are always healthy, not eating less. Not thirsty, let us both profit. My trade is in demand, you can also get money. Yes to?"

The words of the canteen bu were greeted by a quick nod by Sakti. Bu canteen knows, although a bad stamp has been attached in Sakti but in fact the boy is just a victim of the rigors of life. Bu canteen knows, the child actually has a polite nature and is patient. It could be seen from the way he thanked her with a sincere look at her earlier.

Sakti is already in the alley near his school. Indeed, he will not be far from selling, because it can be late to class later if the break sign bell ends has sounded.

"Heh boy, what sale? Here!" Hardened from a young man to Sakti.

Sakti looked at the young man who was hanging out with his friends. They wear white-gray uniforms. Among them were those who smoked, staring intently at Sakti.

"So this is the boy who broke your legs? How can a malnourished kuntet boy give away your adek." Said another young man starting to approach Sakti.

Afraid? Sure. Sakti is not a superhero who can keep calm when there is a situation like this. It was as if she was being held by someone more mature than her. But instead of running in fear, Sakti tries to stay calm and still stay in place.

The young man who had approached Sakti was now pulling the collar of the first grade elementary school boy to get closer to his friends gathered.

"Buset cake sales. No, poisonous no hahaha." While saying so, the young man immediately ate the snacks on the tray.

"Mas, if you want to eat, you have to pay first!" Sakti said firmly.

"Hahaha, laugh at that boy! Pay what? This is not good! You're stale, you can get sick eating!" Denying the young man was still with a wailing mouth taking some more snacks. The young man's friends did not forbid even laughing as if it was a funny thing.

"Yes, don't take it again. It's selling mas people! I'm just helping you sell it." Sakti seemed undaunted even though the ones before him were some people bigger than him.

"That's great, a lot of ba_cot!!" Jerk the young man earlier while pushing the rough Sakti to fall down.

And the cake on the tray immediately fell to the ground. The ice thermos also automatically opens and makes the contents inside the flask out scattering.

Although not crying, Sakti's heart hurts to be treated like that. Sakti also thought about how to replace the dirty canteen mother's merchandise all that. He tried to pick up some ice that could still be saved, put again into the flask.

But another young man came forward and forcibly seized the ice flask that Sakti was carrying and threw it away. Sakti's eyes turned fiery. What are they really having problems?

"Don't dong mas!! I have no mind!!!" Not only did the young men dare to yell, but Sakti also did not want to lose.

"Gee.. Which I believe is the seed of rebellion! Don't you fear we are the same, huh? You don't know who we are??"

The young man approached Sakti. Not afraid of Sakti going forward. Not Sakti in the direction but snacks and ice scattered, the young man was trampling on the food while laughing mockingly. Others chimed in. Not wanting to continue to be played, Sakti took the stone that was there and threw it.

"Bang_sat!! You dare to be like me??" The stone hit the young man's back. With one move Sakti fell for getting a hard slap on his cheek.

The boy's body staggered but was still trying to get up. There was no crying, he just wanted to vent his emotions. Although he knew, fighting was useless as well. His little body would be unable to fight a young man who was definitely no match for him.

"Here you!! I'm matiin all of you!! You're the one who broke my leg!! I broke your leg too, let me know what it's like!!"

Seeing the anger of his other friends instead of mediating, they instead encouraged the young man to continue beating Sakti. But someone got up from his seat and approached Sakti, he rubbed Sakti's hair slowly.

"It's a boy, Gini.. We-we want to change your merchandise. Just so you want to do what we asked for! My friend just wanted to mess with you, don't take it seriously." The other, who may have a little more mind than others.

Sakti did not answer, he looked with the eyes of his eagle. Through the eyes of his eyes, Sakti seemed to ask what he should do to the young people.

"You're abysine with cigarettes! If I can, I'll change all your merchandise five times! How's it? Easy right?"

It seemed, there was indeed no one sane from the group of youths earlier. Sakti stared at the slices on the cigarette sticks that were thrust at him. His hands stretched out to pick up the nicotine-containing object, others laughed at Sakti's obedience...