I AM POOR!

A. (Rain)

Rein Hasbi Asyifa is a tough woman who since childhood has borne the burden of life that requires her to live it.

Along with his sister Zabi, Rein is willing not to go to school so that his loved ones are happy.

Sweet bitter life he went through with the heart of joy and sorrow. Working hard from dawn to night does not discourage him to meet the needs of life.

Year after year through with his beloved sister, until one day fate changes their lives. Rein meets a man who is willing to marry him.The man he once liked but because of different khasta rein is forced to soak his taste and bury deeply.

Part 1's

This rain speck as my night friend. Sitting in a shop belonging to a lucky person. Hugging my sister who is 2 years old asleep with her own face.Cold air and faithful mosquitoes accompany our night as a child who does not have parents.The seedy and stinky clothes attached to this body we are forced to wear.Kardus the former bedding every day we wear if tired hit ourselves .

At dawn I woke up from my sleep looking around, then woke up my sister who was still asleep.

"Cold..."

That's what his skin feels like.

I turned my sister's zabi, and then she stood and hung around my neck.

In order to make it easier for me to tie it on my back with a long cloth that has been rounded. I got it from giving people who are eager to see us.

I stood up to pick up a large sack and a hook, then walked to the pile of garbage in front of the store on the side of the highway.Gathering used bottles for a bite of rice for the stomach organizer.

Walking limped mangendong zabi with both hands filled with sacks and hooks.My friend who has just entered 7 years must bear all the burdens of life that should not be the time for me to enjoy.

People say, life in the city is hard. Especially for us poor people who work as scavengers.

"No work no eat."

That's the right word for us as street kids.It has to work hard to get food.Right now that's what I have in mind, sometimes the money I get is not enough to buy a pack of rice.

When azan zuhur reverberated, I invited the zabi to rest first. In addition to the stomach that is hungry and thirsty, I also need energy.Because since then mangendong zabi while scavenging used bottles is quite tiring.Added again half a sack of used bottles of my work today.

"Why is that much I get? half a day of searching."

Maybe that's your question right now.All right let me answer.

"The scavenger is not just us, in this city there are still many other scavengers who may have taken it today.Yaa, maybe our sustenance today is just that, maybe,how do you know tomorrow more that we get again.Or, maybe I should be more diligent looking for more in order to get more"

I sat under a tree on the side of the road, bringing down the starving Zabi.

"This grandfather drink..."

I thrust the water I had taken from the faucet belonging to Mr. Sukardi.Of course the water was permission from the owner, he did not mind when I took two bottles of water for us to drink.

Stomach pains? thank God our stomachs are hardy.So there is nothing in the dictionary of my life whose name is stomach pain drinking that water.

Zabi drank the water that I gave then we ate together with a potluck side dish.I noticed my little brother was very greedy eating his food.Takaring with the disgusted look of people around, we still continue to eat rice a pack of both.

"Sad..."

That's how I feel when I see a zabi, a child as small as he has to live like this.

"Anger..."

Maybe I'm angry about this fate. Separating this little family in a tragic way.

Forget those memories.

The scorching heat of the sun stung this skin, the thirst and hunger that we felt.Seeing people around, the, there is not the slightest sense of pity.Sitting under a tree with clothes that might make people stay away from us.Letting off the fatigue and fatigue that continues to fall on my days.

"O Lord, give us strength to live this life.Give us patience and sincerity, do not let us think badly of you"

Didn't know these tears just fell down my cheeks.

"It feels so bad...."

I continued the journey to find used bottles after stopping under the tree.One by one litter box kais for a bite of rice.

At 11.30 pm.I looked for the role of the store that had closed. There I laid out a used cardboard for my bed with my sister Zabi.

Zabi's been sleeping on my shoulder since. I put it on the cardboard and covered it with a long cloth.

Tired of hitting my body, I fell asleep after hugging the zabi into my lap to keep it warm .We fell asleep until morning shone on the dawn.

This is my life every day. Searching for second-hand goods and sleeping in the emperan and this goes on for a long time. Ever since we ran away from a house called an orphanage.

There are probably many stories of people out there who are more pathetic than me.

Only patience will save all this.

The next morning, Zabi tugged at my shirt and called me in the typical voice of a toddler who is not yet very good at talking.

With a heavy heart I opened my eyes and saw kesekeliing it was already dawn.I brought the zabi to walk towards where the voice of the azan reverberated.

Half an hour drive we arrived at the Arrasyid Mosque.I took Zabi into the place to sit and bathe him.Salah 2 days Zabi my sister does not bathe.

But today I bathed her, Zabi looked so carefree when I bathed her.After shower I replaced her with a shirt that yesterday was given by one of the clothing store employees.

"God willing, you are very handsome Zabi.Definitely you like to wear clothes as good as this, is it not a pity?"

I looked at Zabi with admiration.

While Zabi widened his smile and spoke as if he was shaving with the clothes he wore.

"No.juuu...."

Zabi pointed at the clothes he wore to me.

"Yes Zabi, the clothes are good, right? Zabi likes wearing this shirt?"ask her.

Zabi nodded his head in understanding. Although the way he spoke was not yet accurate, but he understood what we mean.

So happy she was wearing clean clothes and still intact.

In my heart I made fun of.

"If you have money, you must have bought your favorite clothes on the deck. Clothes that can protect you from the cold and scorching sun.Honey.do not just brother get abundant sustenance so that brother can buy you clothes."

Alhamdulillah, clothes given mbak that in the store was made of thick with a head covering behind it.This is very useful for Zabi.

I am so grateful to be tucked away in sustenance for people like us.

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