Dream Jumirah

Chapter 3. The struggle of a street painter.

After finding out who he is, Jumirah finally went from the home of two parents who really are not his own biological parents to avoid his marriage to the landlord.

Jumirah went to look for the whereabouts of his two biological parents who he himself did not know who and where they were.

Jumirah just follows where the bus will take it.

After a night of walking buses carrying a large number of passengers, the bus stopped at the last stop.

"Neng... wake up neng, it's here!" Call a middle-aged woman trying to wake up Jumirah who is still asleep.

"Eum...." Jumirah squirmed and opened his eyes.

"Eh .. Has it arrived, Mom? This is where Mom is?" tanya Jumirah was surprised that the bus he was riding had arrived at the destination.

"This has reached Jakarta Neng, where is Eneng going?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"Nr ...." Jumirah looked confused.

"Lha .. Why confused?" asked the middle-aged woman in surprise.

"Yes, I got off first, yes Neng, my husband was waiting outside." continued the woman rushed down from the bus because her husband was waiting outside.

Not long Jumirah also came down, he looked confused after being outside while paying attention to the circumstances around him.

"Ec ... Jakarta, so I am now in the city of Jakarta, is this Jakarta that likes to be glorified by many people? I wish I could meet both of my real parents in this town." Mumbles Jumirah in the heart.

Jumirah walked aimlessly with a large bag in which there are clothes and also some money from savings and also money given by Farel.

Thanks to the help of Farel, Jumirah finally reached the city of Jakarta.

When Jumirah was walking suddenly the bag he was carrying there was something interesting from behind.

"Well... JAMBRET !" Shouted Jumirah.

A man ran while carrying his bag.

"What's up Neng?" asked the old man approaching Jumirah.

"Ja.. jambret, the guy was carrying my bag Kek." Jumirah explained in a panic. He looked at the man who was carrying his bag turned out to be away by riding a motorcycle.

"Hua .. hiks ... tasku ...." Jumirah said as he sobbed, he immediately dropped his body on the ground, his hope to find his biological parents ran aground already because all his had been taken away by the snatcher.

"Where are you going?" ask grandpa to feel sorry.

"Nr ...!" Jumirah looks confused.

"New to Jakarta?" ask grandpa again.

"Yes cake, hiks .. I'm really confused about where to go, I really came here to find my parents, but I don't know who and where they are." Obviously Jumirah innocently, he also told about himself to make him finally desperate to go to Jakarta alone.

"I was just given an address by my brother, I was told to go to that address, said my brother he who will help me later, but the address was also brought by the snatch earlier kek, hua ... I got to how to cake, hua ...!"Jumirah kept crying not knowing what to do.

"Oalah Neng, this is Jakarta you know Neng, many people justify all means to survive in this city, it will be very dangerous for people like Eneng to live alone in this city, here is not like in the village you know Neng, people here are mostly who you are who I am, unlike in the village who likes to share, help each other." explained grandfather.

"Have, you don't cry, if you want to stay with Grandpa, it happens that Grandpa just lives alone, but Grandpa's house is very small and messy like a warehouse, hehe? If the name is Grandpa.., Sebastian, people used to call Grandpa Bas.

"Hiks ... Thank you, my dear, what should I do to repay Grandpa's kindness, hiks, oh yes, my name is Jumirah Kek!" Jumirah introduces himself.

Since then, Jumirah finally lived with Grandpa Sebastian who turned out to be a street painter.

Sebastian's grandfather loved to paint and show off his work on the roadside in the hope that someone would be interested and buy it.

Jumirah who from childhood did like to draw, through Grandpa Sebastian he began to learn to paint.

They together market their work on the roadside to meet the needs of everyday life.

Jumirah always follows where Grandpa Sebastian went.

Jumirah who was forced not to continue his school because he had to go so as not to be married to the landlord who is old and has 6 wives. But he continued to learn through the books he bought from the sale of paintings.

His passion to become a great person never faded even though he was forced to quit school due to circumstances.

The name Jumirah began to be known by many people thanks to the works of his paintings are very beautiful and amazing.

Five years later.

"Sirah, Jumirah go first, Kek, pray Jumirah may our painting sell well today." jumirah stared at a photograph of a man as he was about to leave to show off his work in his usual place, he was Grandpa Sebastian who had died two years in an accident, when I just returned from my usual place Grandpa Sebastian showed off his work on the roadside while painting.

Jumirah was finally able to buy his own house three years ago using the money from the sale of paintings that he managed to collect with Grandpa Sebastian. Little by little they collected money from the sale of paintings until finally they could buy a fairly large house as a place to live for himself and Grandpa Sebastian, until finally they could buy a large house as a residence, because Grandpa Sebastian's house really belonged to Grandpa's long-lost wife, it was forcibly requested by the family of Grandpa Sebastian's late wife, after only a few months of enjoying the new house, Grandpa Sebastian left for good to leave Jumirah alone.

When Jumirah was painting on the side of the road surrounded by many paintings of various sizes that have been beautifully framed.

Without realizing it there are a pair of eyes that from earlier continue to pay attention to him who is painting on the canvas.

"So, come home." Invite a teenage girl to wake up the daydream of a man who from earlier continues to pay attention to the movements of the female painter who is painting on the side of the road.

"Don't you see what the hell?" Asked the teenage girl looking in the direction her brother was looking at.

"Nr ...." The teenage girl smiled when she saw a woman who looked like a boy, her long hair was allowed to unravel and cover her ears with a cloth hat covering her head and both ears.

"Lho ... Margaretha, how come you're so dumb." said the man to his sister.

"We go there first!" Take the teenage girl who has the name Margaretha.

Sabaratha knew that her sister would pick her up every time she secretly watched the street painter across the street, in front of the building where she took piano lessons.

"Why Deck?" asked the man who turned out to be a young businessman named Muhammad Aden Mahendra or often called Aden.

"You're looking for a painting." replied Margaretha.

"Sir, before he went to bring all his paintings." - whine Margaretha when she saw the painter was gathering his tools to bring back home because it was late afternoon.

"OK." replied Aden following the wishes of his beloved sister.

"Yes ...!" Margaretha cheered happily as she followed the footsteps of her brother who was walking towards her car.

Aden turned his car around to go where the street painter was.

"Sir .. wait for Sis!" margaretha cried as they reached the street painter who was collecting and putting his paintings into a large basket made of wood, which he put on his motorbike as a container or place all his paintings that have not been sold.