I'm the Newspaper Seller

22. Guys

The bell rang a lesson sign ended. All the elementary school students stepped out of their classrooms.

"Now you want to go see friends?" joy asked Bastian to nod his head excitedly, impatient to meet his friends.

For a long time he had not met them all, the friend of the newspaper seller.

"Then I told them and they didn't think you'd be the son of a rich man."

"Did you really say that to them?"

"Yes I said it."

...****...

Awe-struck gaze was fixed towards Bastian who was standing in a clean white school uniform, well-groomed hair, who was standing up to him, skin that looks whiter than usual and appearance that really shows something new from him.

"You're much whiter. Look at your skin so white and clean!" praise Mandra while touching Bastian's hand as if Bastian's hand is a very valuable object.

"Well, look at Bastian's tidy and fragrant hair!" puji Badrul's.

"Are you wearing fruit-flavored perfume? This is very fragrant," he added again made Bastian wriggle as Badrul almost kissed his neck.

"Ah, not really. It's just cheap perfume."

"How cheap is it?"

"I don't know either. Mr. Dewantoro bought it."

"Who is Mr Dewantoro?"

"You forgot, huh? I told you yesterday" Joy reminded.

"Oh, you pick up, that" he said, making me nod.

"Well, if it's like this I'd like to be raised to be his son too. Can't you tell Mr. Dewantoro to raise one more child? I also want to be his adopted son."

Bastian just scratched his head with a small laugh, there's only this friend of mine.

"Oh yeah Bastian, how about being the rich kid?" ask Mandra.

"It must be really exciting, right? You're definitely gonna sleep in a soft bed, a big closet"

"And good food," Badrul cut with the look of his face that seemed to imagine good food.

"And also get in the car. I never even got in the car" said Sodiq.

"Oh yeah Bastian how many times have you eaten there? You ate five times, huh?" asked the badul who raised a few fingers.

"Well, eat three times. I only ate one meal" Badrul said.

"It's worth it now that Bastian's getting more and more contained for sure." Sodiq spoke while patting Bastian on the shoulder.

"God! Don't hold her clothes dirty! This shirt must be expensive. Isn't that Bastian?" tanya Mandra who had hit the back of Sodiq's hand made Sodiq slightly grimace while Bastian just shook his head slowly, these friends love to exaggerate.

Just now Bastian wanted to talk suddenly the food deliveryman put a few bowls of meatballs on the table making his friends sparkle with both eyes. Yes, today Bastian is buying his friends meatballs.

Actually this is their desire since long ago but, there are always obstacles. Either because one of them did not get much wages or those who prefer to buy rice instead of eating meatballs together in a stall.

"Well, this meatball is definitely more delicious because-"

"Free!!!" they said compactly while Bastian seemed to laugh, happy enough to be able to eat together with his friends.

Now a few minutes pass they are still engrossed with a bowl of meatballs they enjoy eating with greed even the spell was ignited when he was too fast when eating his meatballs made them all laugh at each other.

Moreover, with Bastian long enough he could not laugh like this with his friends. Today he really enjoys being with his friends because his laughter will still disappear if he arrives home because of the presence of Melinda and Reno who will certainly hate him more.

...****...

"It's money for the manda, Badrul and-"

"Sodiqs!" shouts Sodiq made Mr. Dewantoro laugh and stick out the blue money.

"That's money for all of you, yeah. Next time we see you, I'll give you some more money."

Sodiq who had been petting the blue money in his hand looked up at Mr. Dewantoro who was still in the car.

"What's really sir?" asked Sodiq who was clanging on the car window.

"Yes really."

"Well, tomorrow we'll see you again, sir."

"Well, that would want you!" tegur Mandra who intends to hit Sodiq's head however, is quickly restrained by Joy.

"Then you go first."

"Yes sir."

"Me too, Bastian said," said Bastian then not long ago the car was turned on to make his friends step back.

"Be careful! Next time we'll see each other again."

Bastian nodded until not long after Mr. Dewantoro plugged the gas to drive the car leaving Mandra, Joy, Badrul and Sodiq on the road siren.