Class 10 A's
10. The Talk Part 5
I know basically this world moves in a very cruel way. People who are born with abundant wealth and have everything will surely live a much more successful life. Very inversely related to my miserable condition. Being born into a poor family made me really have a hard time meeting the needs of my life. I have nothing and can only go through with the situation.
I've always been jealous of rich kids. They can go to school and feel the facilities that are adequate to support their education while I am only a child of the poor who will continue to be colonized by ignorance. People like me will only be a burden on the country.
Capitalism among the rich and poor is a story clearly written in the book of my life. Because I will only continue to be a poor person until at any time, I will only be a subordinate to the rich who have abundant treasures. Nay! Even people who are not rich once but still able to meet their own needs still make me an easy target to experience oppression.
The children in the neighborhood where I live often bully me. They like to mock me for my family's condition is very poor.
True my family is very poor.my mother is a TKI who never returned to her home country. At first I believed that my mother had worked so hard there that she could not return to Indonesia. But gradually word emerged that my mother had died in her country place of work. Many people told my father that my mother died because she had been raped and killed by her employer.My father certainly did not believe the bad news that befell my mother. He was still waiting for his mother to return to Indonesia in good health.
Just like my father in the beginning I did not believe and assumed everyone had lied to my family. But one day I could no longer deny the news of my mother's death. Because. mother really has returned to Indonesia in a state of lifeless.
It is sad and painful when a child learns that his or her most beloved parents are returning home lifeless.
I was really shocked by my mother's death. So too with dad. He was shocked at the death of his beloved wife. Not even long after my mother died, my father also finally left me. At that time he had a heart attack when he saw the body of the mother. The father's immense love for his mother has brought him to the mother who is already in the realm of death.
In the end all that was left was me and my little brother. I was actually very desperate at the time. But considering that I still have a little sister inevitably I have to keep fighting for my family the only one I have.
To fulfill my life and my sister's I worked as a freight carrier in a traditional market. In addition, I also work as a garbage collector to increase my previous income very little. Every day I work very hard and tirelessly to meet the needs of my sister. But even though I have worked very hard, still the misfortune never ends in my life.
One day my sister had a heat illness that never healed. It's been almost three days my sister has been in heat pain and never healed as well. I who don't have much money can only buy heat-relieving stalls for my sister. Even though I have given the drug to my sister but still my sister never healed.
Seeing my brother's weakened condition I really wanted to give up. There was hardly any hope left for me. If my sister dies maybe I'll go with her. I won't hesitate to kill myself, catch up with my sister.
My life is full of endless misfortunes.
Lord...have you been good to me once? Please give me one more chance, and I will never waste it.
Finally, in desperation, I left my sister alone at home in pain. I decided to pickpocket in order to earn a larger sum of money. Even though this is the first time I went to pickpocket, but I already know very well who the person who will be my victim. Only capitalized with an endless sense of recklessness and despair did I intend to pickpocket a rich man whom I knew enough about.
Plus the man was very fond of stopping by at his subscription shop every lunch hour. Every day I saw the man eating his boiled noodles with solemn taste. And on the basis of that observation I was determined to pick up the man. It just so happens that this is lunch hour. I'm pretty sure that guy must be in the noodle shop.
I moved my feet very quickly to the noodle shop. And by the time I was outside the store very carefully I started to run my actions. After confirming that the man existed and also happened to see a seemingly silent situation without hesitation I started to approach the man then took the wallet he had placed on the table. I never end up thinking that there is a person who deliberately blows his wallet on the table even though the wallet is not far from the person but is not it the same as inviting a thief? The important bodo period I've got the purse of the old man.
Because in the noodle shop there was no one other than the rich man and the shop owner who did not look. Makes my actions run very smoothly. Oh devil. You seem to ease my path and make me fall into sin.
With all my might I ran even though no one had bullied me. Still I was worried because this was the first time I did pickpocketing, which strangely all seemed to run very smoothly.
When I got away from the noodle shop and hid in a small alley. I opened my stolen wallet and was shocked to see the dollar bill and the hundred thousand rupiah in the rich man's wallet lined up neatly. With this much money, of course, it would be enough to take my sister to the hospital. Well even though I feel sorry for this dirty act but inevitably I have to do it. After looking at the contents of the man's wallet very carefully I kept the wallet in my shirt. Of course I don't want anyone to realize my loot.
After making sure my stolen money had been safely tucked away behind my clothes, I intended to leave the small alley. Maybe I should turn around so as not to pass through the noodle shop.
When I was about to turn around suddenly there was someone of great stature who blocked my path. "No, you can take the money. As long as you can fight me first." said the person who confronted me.
With a body that shook violently, I tried to look at the person and how surprised I was when I found the face of the man who owned the wallet that I stole now appeared before me with a smiling face that looked very terrible.
"Your sister is sick, isn't she? You must really need that money. You may take it as long as you can fight me, even if you don't win as long as you try to attack me just once then I will release you with the money. How's it?" hail the man.
Strange..why did he give such an unreasonable offer. Does this guy have a disorder? But even more strange why he could know with the condition of my sister who was sick.
"Sir, where is my sister sick? After all, the offer of the master is absurd!" I said to the strange man.
The man reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette as well as a lighter. The man smokes in front of me. After sipping his cigarette with a sense of pleasure the man then exhaled his cigarette smoke through the mouth.
"You don't need to know the problem of knowing. Now you just have to fight me!" After saying that. The man then immediately kicked me with his long legs right in the upper part of my heart.
"Uhuk... uhuk." I coughed and vomited a lot of saliva from my mouth. Even though I feel a very painful pain due to the attack does not mean I just stay still. I know, I've never fought before but I've seen this one technique. Without a second thought I began to directly attack this man in front of me with the technique.
