HANDSOME OJEG HANDYMAN

BEGINNINGS

Early on

Harsya that's me and my friends, as well as my best friend and fellow comrades-in-arms ojeg called and called my name.

My age is now twenty years or so, because I know living with my adoptive parents has been almost ten years in a village that is far from urban frenzy.

Day-to-day activities after getting out of the pencak silat store, Abah bought a file motor. Only become an ojeg since graduating from High School and graduated from the White Tiger Padepokan owned by Kiayi Sepuh.

For approximately five years studying martial arts and Religious Sciences in the village which is in a small town in the beloved Negri region of Pertiwi earth.

The work I do every day. Does not make myself prestige or embarrassed, even though some people say being an ojeg do not have a good future or look down. As an ojeg because of uncertain income.

For me personally what work is important halal blessing rather than asking - ask. Being an ojeg has made me happy and grateful to the Divine Presence, the creator of heaven and earth.

Rather than the large income from corruption, the results of selling prohibited goods and robbing and as its prohibited by Religion and the Government.

Kasian son of his son and his wife's wife who is fed the results of corruption or robbing gambling or as his.

"Huhhhhh." The handsome young man muttered a little annoyed.

"Harsya I don't know who my parents are?" Who's my mother?" Who is my Father? "Where am I from?" All I know is that Abah and Umi took care of me raised me until I was 20 years old." I was in deep thought at the time.

My best friend and my friend's friend and my neighbor called me Harsya.

Shocked and in disbelief at that time I heard the first time, from my friend named Riyan son Bandar Tomato in the next village, different place with me who lives with both foster parents but still one Village.

I was shocked and startled, hearing her at the time and without me accidentally listening to Umi and Abah in the room while I was walking into my room.

"Deg..! The deg...!

My heart felt like it was going to be dislodged when I heard the chatter of my adoptive parents in his room.

"So really what my best friend said at that time named Riyan son of Bandar Tomato. It is true, the fact that I am not the son of Umi Aminah and Abah Jaeludin." Harsya said in her heart.

Abah said I was found in the forest with a fainting state 'with a ragged shirt that was battered in the face due to a blunt object blow.

Then Abah brought to the puskesmas which was not far to find his small harsya because in Abah place or even in Abah village there was no hospital.

After Abah brought to the puskesmas and asked the village midwife who checked my situation at the puskesmas located in the village.

This child is affected by Amnesia or temporary memory loss and injuries in my body Alhamdulillah, not too severe, and will heal one or two days, said the midwife puskesmas explained.

My head feels excruciating pain, maybe the effects of Amnesia or something only the Author knows and who wrote his little Harsya disease.

Like I remember who I am now? Who are my parents?" And I was born, right where?"

Instantly my head was throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to break and the tremendous pain I was feeling right now.

'Umi..!......... 'Umi..!......... 'Umi..!........" Harsya's head hurts again Umi please Harsya." Shouting in the room as the hand held the throbbing head firmly endured the pain.

The middle-aged woman who was outside was sweeping straight ran towards the room where

a young man shouted to call Umi. With feelings of anxiety and worry, why in one child even though it is not his own flesh and blood.

Arriving at his son's room he gasped in shock and was anxious to see Harsya in a state of thrashing and his hands holding his head roughly.

"Why My Son.?" The middle-aged woman asked while scolding her head. Although He knew that the pain in his head He relapsed again when he remembered about the existence of his Parents.

"Harsya's head pain relapsed again Umi..! The pain is harder than usual like being hit by a hard object." Rengek Harsya who was holding his head by both hands.

"Harsya Umi please do not remember to remember the identity of you Nak." Said the figure who had raised her that, reminding her that the pain in her head did not recur.

"Yes, Umi." Lirih Harsya slowly while her head was already on the lap of the middle-aged woman's thigh and fell asleep right then and there, maybe her pain began to diminish, maybe, or the pain is still there but with her eyes closed the pain will disappear, so it is in Harsya's mind...!

After a few minutes of kneading Harsya's head, I realized that Harsya was asleep, slowly moving her head from her lap to her pillow, and covering her entire body up to her neck.

Seeing the condition of his son who was asleep.. Umi rubbed her hair with affection and said in a sad tone.

"Harsya the son of Umi and Abah. Actually Umi is afraid of losing you, son, if you remember your family and where you came from. Umi is afraid that you will not return to the arms of Umi and Abah, but Umi and Abah cannot resist your wishes, be patient, surrender, Your path your destiny your mystery Your secret will be revealed with yourself. Just got you Nak Umi and Abah even though Harsya is not Umi's biological child but you have been considered Umi's and Abah's biological child.

There were no tears of the middle-aged woman coming out of her eyes a sign of her newfound sadness at seeing Harsya in pain, or even a sense of yakut will lose a child that has been considered his own biological child by the middle-aged woman.

Seriate.

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