I AM POOR!

2.Continuance

Four years have passed.Today coincides with Monday. I now work to help grandma sell.

Maybe a busy word that fits me right now.

Look at this morning, the day I woke up from my sleep.For what?Yeah, to make money.

My job now is to replace the grandmother selling to the morning market.While Zabi lives with the grandmother at home.The merchandise has been prepared by the grandfather overnight such as spinach, kale and long beans.

In order to keep vegetables fresh I put them in water, plus my merchandise fruits such as bananas, papaya, sweet potatoes and cassava.The results of the garden back home.

Previously the merchandise of the grandmother was only a few and some belonged to neighbors.However, seeing the backyard yard is good for gardening. I took the initiative to buy vegetable seeds and develop them. Alhamdulillah, with the persistence of my grandfather to take care of it.The plant can I sell the produce from my own garden.

I set out to a market that was about 200 meters away with carrying merchandise.Kalo calculate the weight is good, but it does not matter to me. Because I'm used to working like this

I'd rather bone down to be able to meet the needs of life that continues to ask to be sought.

Half an hour drive I arrived at the market, where it turns out there have been many traders coming. There are those who arrange goods, transport goods into the market and there are also those who have finished arranging their merchandise.

Likewise with me, arrange the goods to look neat then prepare to wait for the arrival of buyers

At 5am, many buyers arrived. Of course the traders cheered their merchandise to sell quickly.So did I, join the cheering of the merchandise to sell quickly.

"Very 3 tie five thousand...Sir, the veggies... "

That's how I guess guys I call and offer to the buyer.

Two three buyers began to bid my merchandise, one by one vegetables and other goods sold out....

Thank you with pleasure and sustenance, today my trading is fast. Maybe this is the first time my trading record runs out the fastest.Typically there is still something left.

I am grateful for the sustenance that the Lord has given me.I also pray that the merchandise of others will also be sold.

Of course this makes my heart happy, I can't wait to go home to meet Grandma and Zabi. They must be happy to see me back soon.

I walked through the market that was quite crowded by visitors who were about to shop.

Upon arrival at the intersection, I just remembered grandma asked to buy massage oil brand G*U. Usually he uses the oil to massage the knee that lately often feels pain and pain.

Because the place is located near the market, I automatically go back there.

Don't let grandma get disappointed.

I got there and bought my grandmother's order and returned home happy.

At home I saw Zabi playing with grandma in the garden, grandma helped clean the bushes in the vegetable field.While grandfather has not returned from selling crackers.

I went into the house and put a place of useful goods to transport merchandise to the market.Tak forgot anyway, I took the martabak that I had bought when I came home from the market.

I walked into the house while carrying a martabak and drinking water.

"Grandma let's eat martabak first, then go cold"

I went to the garden where Grandma and Zabi were sitting.In the garden near the banana tree, we ate the martabak that I had bought. It feels good and the atmosphere in the garden makes anyone feel comfortable to enjoy.

Yes, fresh and cold.

This is my life after escaping from the orphanage that raised us.

It was at the Orphanage.

There was a problem that I don't know what it was, but what I do know, after that incident we often get physical and inner violence from the nanny there.

We have also been given food that does not taste appropriate to eat. This has happened often in recent years.

Maybe people ask. Are there any orphanages that treat children like that? Yes, it is true.People out there think orphanages are good people but turned around with the orphanage we once lived in.

Before I ran away,

I and a few others were uncomfortable and could no longer resist staying there. Especially seeing my younger sister participating in their violent actions.

It makes me very angry and sad, want to fight but what is my day.Self who are still children can not do anything.We accept physical violence so far.

Wanna complain....But to whom? we don't even have parents.

One day, though,

Me and a few others made plans and tried to find a gap in order to escape from that unworthy place.With various plans and efforts we escaped from a place that no one wanted to return.

After we got out of there, we separated. I carried Zabi in the middle of the night exploring the streets that we met.Without footwear let alone blankets.Just cloth attached to the body that is on me, while Zabi I put into my clothes which size is 2 times of my body.

I'm thin and tall like a malnourished. Short hair like men, soft skin with shabby clothes.

I walk and keep walking until this leg is tired to walk.Haus and hungry that feels.

But what is it, I don't know who complained to?I don't know.Just be able to hold it until morning comes.

When I woke up from sleep, I saw the day so bright, people passing by gave us money, we were like beggars back then.

Even so I am grateful there are still people who want to give a little money.Although in fact, I do not want to be like this.But, for the sake of the stomach filled, forced me to accept it.

I promised to find another job to earn money.That was my intention at the time.

Two days hanging in the middle of the city without money, made me to think hard how to eat. Then I tried to scavenge and survive a year.

Now I meet such a nice person.You accept us in such circumstances.

Thank you, Grandpa and I have accepted us.

I hope to repay their kindness and make them happy. Promise that there will be no more loneliness in their old age.

I hope to meet with my grandfather's son in Bandung, Rendra.

I plan to bring them together. It's been a long time I've planned, but because the conditions are still like this never changed so that makes my way blocked.

I don't know, maybe it's not time to bring the parents and their children together.

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