GRUDGE (I'm Not A Shadow)

Awal (Jakarta City)

In the afternoon, Rahmat who was dressed shabby with a sling bag that was considered unfit to wear had just arrived in Jakarta City, first arriving in the city something he noticed was the giant buildings of skyscrapers. He was really amazed to see it, because this was the first time he came to Jakarta.

“Wah.. Is this the city of Jakarta? The big city that mom mentioned, it's beautiful,” he said as he spread his hands. His nose was flattened when he felt the wind in the metropolitan city.

“It's late afternoon, where should I stay tonight?” ask him to yourself.

He also walked along the sidewalk, the seconds changed minutes changed minutes. Time passed so quickly, the bright sky had now turned dark but Grace had yet to find a suitable place for her to rest. Not unsuitable for him, but with the state of his pocket even to fill the stomach of the money that is on him may not be enough for the next two days.

Feeling tired and tired, Rahmat was sitting in front of the closed shop. He decided to sleep at the store.

“The day is getting late, I better sleep here.” He said while pulling the cardboard that was in that place. He slept with a cardboard box that night.

Bend morning.

“Build.. Wake up! Where is this bubble from?!” Shouted someone while clamping down on Grace's feet.

Grace immediately woke up after hearing and feeling a kick on her leg.

“Go from here, the base of the gembel spoils the scenery of my Shop only!” maki The man who owns the store.

“Sorry sir, I didn't mean to ruin the view of Dad's shop. I am also not a gem,” said Grace apologizing. But again he was even in caci maki.

“Where is a gembel want to be called a gembel, and also who do you call a father? I am not your father!” exclaimed the Shop owner while pointing at the face of Grace. “Quick get away from here!” banish the store owner then, Grace immediately left the place.

That morning, Rahmat began his goal of coming to the capital of Jakarta. Seeking the whereabouts of his father and brother. He tried to ask the passersby that morning.

“Buk, do you know where this address is?” ask Grace to a mother while showing a piece of paper containing the address of the Father.

“No,” replied the mother while looking down on the shabby-looking Grace.

Grace came here with an address, but no one answered the question correctly. Even now the morning has changed with the afternoon, the sun is getting stinging. Thirst and hunger dominate his throat and stomach.

“Ah.. Hungry once, my throat also feels very dry,” said Grace while wiping her sweat with her hands.

He also walked to the food stall. But he saw the price listed in front of the food stall display.

“Any meal here, rice and sambal alone is worth 10000 thousand,” he said while walking into the stall.

“Hei.. If you want to beg, don't be here! Shit for my shop!” throw out the shop owner's mother, who thought Grace was about to beg.

“Buk, I am not a beggar. I am here to order rice,” said Rahmat quickly replied.

“Indeed you have money?” ask the mother.

“There's a buk, wait a minute ,”Answer Grace while reaching into her pants pocket. He also issued several pieces of money denominations of ten thousand and five thousand.

“May pesen here, but you sit outside only yes. I am afraid that if you eat inside, my customers will run away,” said the owner of the stall and immediately nodded by Rahmat.

“This side dish pack what? Keep drinking what?” ask the shop owner.

“You wait a minute,” the stall owner's mother goes directly inside.

Grace sat in front of the food stall. Suddenly a young couple passing by gave him money.

“Mas, mbak, I am not a beggar!” said Grace refused the 20000 thousand money that was thrown at him.

“Take aja,” said the young couple while walking away.

“This is how the City people treat the Hamlet like me,” he said while holding the money given young people.

“This rice and drink you, after a quick meal go yes from here! I'm afraid my shop got unlucky because of the presence of people like you!” said the owner of the stall with ketus.

Grace did not listen to the babble of the shop owner's mother, he just took a rice plate and also a glass of water in the hand of the shop owner, then immediately ate it.

Long story short, it has been more than a week he searched the address of the father who wrote the late mother before dying. But the address was not found yet, every night he had to find a bed to move from one role to another. What a sad nasip.

“Aduh, my body hurts all.” His complaint. “In Hamlet is poor and difficult, but never felt very difficult and humiliated like this,”.

“Better tomorrow I try to find a job, who knows if anyone wants to accept me as a porters or pelvic workers market. Yesterday I saw, not far from here there is a market,” he said, after which he immediately slept on the floor of the store with cardboard.

***

“This time you've been so outrageous!” maki someone.

“Marco apologize, Pa. Marco Khilaf,” said someone who looks like the son of a cursing person.

“If it is like this, how should we?” ask the Father to his Son.

“Papa a lot of money, bribe again. Must be a problem right away,” said his son took it lightly.

“It's not as simple as you think Marco is! You know, whose daughter have you been harassing? He is one of the children of the conglomerate in this city!” furious with Papa. “Papa no problem you want to drink or spend money at the gambling table. But Papa doesn't allow you to play women, especially if you have to force it! You see right, now it should end like this?”

“Marco has already apologized, after all it is not Marco's fault either. That woman alone came to tempt Marco,” said her son tried to defend himself.

“Entah! Papa is dizzy thinking of you, have one child but his brain is not sane!” after saying so, the Papa left his son.

“Servant.. Server!” marco shouted as his Papa was gone.

“Iya Den, what is it?” the waiter came with a joke.

“I'm hungry Mbok, please get me some food!” his orders and the waiter who was known as Mbok Mumun immediately returned to the kitchen in a hurry.

If in the House, Marco is ordering his servant to prepare a meal, another thing with the Papa who is ready to go to the office. In the car, he was calling someone.

“Hallo!” tell someone from a phone call.

“Search for ways to release Marco from this issue!” his orders. After that, he cut off the phone unilaterally.