I'm the Newspaper Seller

14. Dewantoro

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Bastian was unceasingly smiling as he licked every side of the ice cream that was so incredibly delicious. The cold sensation as if fused in his throat made him truly happy.

"Do you like ice cream?" asked the old man who had bought her ice cream in the supermarket.

Bastian's still wet hair the old man had given Bastia some coins and faithfully waited for Bastia to bathe in the public WC and buy her some clothes for Bastian to use while the clothes were the dirty smell was thrown in the trash.

Now there is no more stinging smell that soiled his whole body. The toiletries were bought by the old man.

The man was named Dewantoro, an old man who is the owner of a famous company in Jakarta.

Bastian only learned about it after the Board explained and introduced himself to Bastian as they sat in front of the supermarket after the time he bought the ice cream and some of the things Bastian wanted.

He glanced here at the woman who had earlier this morning scolded him for having successfully touched the surface of the glass wall until it was dirty.

It was like getting a trophy in rotation, he also wanted to laugh to see the woman who seemed to not expect if she was with a man in a rich uniform. Yes, for Bastian the people who wear black suits like that are rich people.

The man who had a lot of money and a lot of treasure then right now look at what was next to Bastian! A large bag of items he deliberately chose inside the supermarket and with the permission of the Board.

At first Bastian did not want to because of fear but the man continued to force. The opportunity doesn't come twice, does it?

"Where do you live, son?"

Bastian's lick stopped. He now remembered the order of the newspaper master if anyone asked about himself then had to answer something that had been determined by the kotan master but whether it was necessary he lied to the old man who had given him the goodsthis much stuff.

There's no way he's lying, it can't be obeyed by the paper's master. The newspaper master simply did not want if his identity as a pressure boy to sell newspapers on the streets was revealed.

"Bastian lives in a shantytown, behind the pigeon complex's rich people complex, sir."

The Councilman nodded then asked again, "If parents how?"

"There's still, it's just that you're gone."

"Where's go? Monitor?" guess it.

"No sir. Mr. Bastian ran away saying he left."

"Where's going?" ask the Board, the more curious.

Bastian scratched his head slowly. Apparently this old man was much more curious than what he thought.

"No idea but he went and ran away with the girls" Bastian answered truthfully.

The look on the face of the Council sir seemed surprised as if he was so unexpected by what he heard.

"Oh, what if your mother?"

"Mama?"

"Yes Mama. Where's your Mama?"

"She's home, she's sick."

"What pain?"

"Don't know," replied Bastian soberly and busy with food still in his hands.

"Bastian is just the two."

"No brothers?"

The Councilman again nodded quite understanding of the situation of this child.

"Oh yes, why would you want to help your father when we don't know each other."

"I don't know just don't like it when people take something that doesn't belong to them. Especially if you push the Father until he falls. I think Bastian just wants to help."

The Councilman nodded. He patted Bastian's shoulder as if so proud to make Bastian feel happy when someone took it like this.

"Oh yes, I want to ask you again."

"What sir?"

"Do you know what's inside this suitcase?"

Bastian paused for a moment and then finally spoke, "Don't know sir."

"You haven't opened it yet?"

"Never again it doesn't matter, sir because it's important that the suitcase already has the hand of the Father."

"Then you don't want to know what's in it?"

"Come, sir, if you want to show Bastian, then Bastian will be happy to see him.'

Hearing that made the Council smile. He put the suitcase on his thigh and opened it to make Bastian's eyes sparkle.

He did not expect if the contents in the suitcase was a pile of red money so very much. I don't know how much money that is.

"It's money, there's a lot in it."

The Boardman smiled. He could see the two eyes of the child in front of him looking sparkling and amazed.

"You want to?"

That question made Bastian smile a little.

"It's okay, sir. This alone is enough, thank you," he gently refused while patting the black crackle bag to amaze the Council sir with the figure of Bastian.

The question seemed unrelenting to make Bastian quickly rise up and hold a large pocket of crackers containing the items he had bought.

"Bastian apologizes, sir. Bastian has to go first" he said, then ran away leaving the councilman who was screaming trying to tell him to stop running.

The voice that called out his name was as if ignored by Bastian. Bastian really wants to go home now. This old man talks too much. Let him not ask about the Master of the newspaper and he could not imagine what if the man of the Council sent the police to the assembly place of the Master of the newspaper.

He did not want his job selling newspapers and tissues to be evicted, so if that happens, what about the fate of his friends like Mandra, Joy and Sodiq.

The Councilman breathed a long breath. The boy was still running while occasionally looking at him who was still standing in front of the supermarket. I don't know why it felt like something was hidden by the boy.

However, he hopes to be reunited with the good boy.