Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapters 20. Portrait of the Capital

The twenty-seven-year-old woman's footsteps were directed to the bottom corner of the overpass. From a distance, there are several groups of children sitting cross-legged while counting pieces and sheets of money. Their faces look dull due to too long exposure to the light of the king during the day. The clothes they were wearing also looked so shabby and worn. However, it could not be denied if their faces gave off an aura of a carefree mood.

"Hallo all!"

The goddess greeted the little ones who were on average seven to nine years old. Although it looks a little clumsy but the Goddess is still trying to join. After all, these children will be his friends to hunt for luck in the city of Jakarta so that they can really become lucky people.

The children only briefly looked at the Goddess and then they continued the event to calculate the income of busking results throughout the day. The goddess gasped slightly, as it received no response at all. But he still did not give up, he was determined to be able to blend in and be closer to these children.

"Can you join us?"

"Can Brother sing? If you can't sing, you can't come with us."

In the end, a little boy about eight years old with a ponytail of hair responded to what the Goddess meant and intended. As if getting a fresh breeze, the Goddess instantly nodded her head and smiled meaningfully. He leaned his body towards these children.

"Do you want to hear Brother sing?"

"Please let Brother sing. And if it's true Big Brother's voice is good, Big Brother can come with us by the side of the road."

The goddess returned with a smile. He began to take and catch his breath to start singing.

Face with a smile

Everything that happens will happen

Face it, with a soul

Everything will be fine

"Hows it? Can you sit down with you?"

The group of children threw eyes at each other and were equally flabbergasted without believing. After that they circulated their eye beads towards the Goddess with eyes of amazement so obvious. Doubt that the voice of this newly arrived woman is not melodious but in reality is the opposite. This woman's voice could really make anyone who heard goosebumps instantly. Not because it is like the sound of kuntilanak or invisible creatures like this, but the voice of this woman can really shake a lump of meat that lives in the chest.

"Waaaa .. Sister's voice is really melodious. Then you can join us. After this, we'll be busking again."

A sweet smile framed the Goddess' thin lips. He did not expect if he would get this sweet appreciation. But in this way, at least a good start to start his new days in the city of Jakarta.

"Thank you, dear. Later on, you guys will definitely also be able to have a voice like Big Brother. Can you be a friend to all of you right now?"

"From this moment on Brother will be a part of our extended family. We're all gonna make some money together."

Falling was already a drop of dew that was writhing spoiled on the Goddess's eyelids. When he wanted to give up because he got an impressive reception with the mugging incident he experienced, in fact the antidote he had got now. Family recognition by some people who live in this city is enough to be a damper all the pain in the heart.

"Thank you very much, dear. I am so happy to find a family like you. May we be together like this."

The group of children broke away from the body of the Goddess. They nodded simultaneously as if to be a gesture that they welcomed the Goddess's arrival wholeheartedly. A plain face that exuded sincerity of heart.

"Well then, sister...?"

The horse-pouled girl hung her words when she wanted to call the name of the Goddess but she did not know who. The goddess could only give a small chuckle.

"Sister's name, Goddess, Honey. Nice to meet you and meet you."

"Alright, soon Sister Goddess is getting ready. We'll be busking again."

"Good darling, thank you very much."

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Hustle and bustle of iron horses seem to touch every corner of the capital's streets. The sound of the horn sounds ear-splitting. As if scrambling to become the ruler of the road that can behave as he pleases. Regardless of everything around him.

Young children with makeshift equipment began to take to the streets. Using their abilities to connect with life. Especially what they do if not by being a street busker.

A stern portrait of the capital's life can be witnessed at this time, right in front of her two eyes. Children who deserve a decent life and education, must sacrifice it all. Sacrificing their happy times to sustain their lives. Since childhood, they seemed to be forged to get rupiah coffers in the streets so that they forget that education is one thing that is so important for children their age.

But back again, that the happiness of each person and each child is different. It could be that for those who live in this place, being able to make money in this way has become one thing that makes them happy. Happy because they can be the backbone of the family. Perhaps in their dwellings there was a weak body lying down that forced them to join in the bitter fight against the world. Or maybe where they live there is a body that can not do anything so just rely on the results of the children become street buskers to just kill hunger and thirst.

It is no fault of anyone because circumstances may force them to choose this option to stay. So that makes them guided do not need school as long as they can eat. Portrait of the harsh reality of the capital like this is what makes the tears of the Goddess more unbearable. One by one they drip slowly.

How we who have a destiny far better than them are many grateful for the good that has been given by the Supreme Grasp of life. With the portrait presented by this author hopefully can be a reminder that there, below us are still many people who have a life that is far from perfect.

Sometimes we are so easy not to spend the food that goes into our taste buds when out there there are still many who even willingly scrape the trash can just to find a mouthful of rice, but there are many who are still out there, even if it's just rice. Hopefully this part can be a muse for readers and certainly Rasti Yulia herself.

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