KARMA: The Female Hunter in MEDSOS

Chapter 22 FREE COFFEE AND CIGARETTES

"You should also ask for money. Tokens up. It will be dark for us all night" Rashid said as he walked out of Ayu's room.

Laras did not answer. Lazy serve Rashid who sometimes likes to be careless when talking.

"Wax cake, Ken!" rasyid said to Niken who was sitting at the side door. Because it's in a dark house.

"There is a candle" answered Niken.

"Hhhh! You're these. Help me think of dong!" Rashid then returned to the living room. He took the hape.

Turns out hape Rashid is still running out of power. He just installed the charger less fitting.

"Akhs! This is why again!" Rashid sat down in annoyance while fiddling with his hape in the middle of the darkness.

"Yeah, it's still lowbath." Rashid put his hape on the table violently. Then straighten his body with both hands squeezing his hair that is still disheveled.

"Life why gini is so, yes!" Rashid complained to himself.

Then he went back to laying on his couch. His mind drifted everywhere. Until he finally fell asleep.

"Sir, there's still no food?" ask the hungry again.

"No, there's only one banana" Laras replied.

"Then do this?" niken Protest.

"What does he want? That food will make all of Ayu." And some of it was spent on Laras too. Because Ayu will not eat that much.

"Hhm!" Niken slicked her mouth. But he also took the banana.

"Sister. It's dark," said Ayu. Hape Laras is also lowbath because of the flashlight.

"Yes. How else, Yu. We have no one else to buy tokens," said Laras.

"Where's the father, brother?" ask Ayu.

"I think I'm sleeping again. There is no sound." The barrel slowly walked into the living room.

Rashid did not close the window curtain nor was the door left open. So there's still light coming in from the street lighting. In addition to the sultry also, because there is a wind from outside.

Laras saw Rashid curled up on the butut sofa. Although annoyed with the attitude of Rashid who did not want any effort to find a solution, but Laras did not dare to disturb his sleep.

Barrel went back to Ayu's room. Then curled up next to Ayu too. The shabby curtains in Ayu's room are also open wide so that it can be light from the neighboring house.

While Niken, sleeping on the floor in front of the side door that he left open.

A very sad situation of a poor family who have no income at all.

Rashid himself has no intention to find a makeshift job. He wants a good job with a big income. While he who is old only has a High School Certificate without any additional skills.

In the end, he supported his three children by relying only on the compassion of others. In fact, not infrequently Rashid menobral false love in some women in medsos.

And Rashid will tell a sad story about his starving children, to get sympathy from them. Not infrequently Rashid also displays the figure of his children. And they were told to act sad to be pitied.

At a time like this, Rashid was still just sleeping curled up. I don't know what he expected. She doesn't care that tonight her three children are sleeping in complete darkness. Even Niken did not fill his stomach, until midnight he woke up because he heard a noise from his own stomach.

Niken walked straight into the kitchen. He'll be looking for water because he's hungry. But he's unlucky. The water in the refill gallon is exhausted. There's not a drop.

Niken again had to endure thirst and hunger. Not daring to disturb Rashid who was sound asleep, Niken again curled up on the floor.

Until the morning and the whole body Niken achy all because all night sleeping on the floor. He's squirming his body.

Niken is in school today. He looked at the clock on the wall, showing six at least a quarter. Niken to the bathroom.

Whatever happens, Rashid always teaches his children to stay in school.

After the shower, Niken looks for her school uniform in the closet.

"Sister! Which uniform, huh?" niken asked Laras who was sweeping his room.

"Have you washed yet?" ask Laras. Usually Niken is the laziest when told to wash, even though the clothes themselves.

A dull white uniform that never gets hot ironing. Also a gray skirt that has faded its color.

Niken looked at herself in front of the mirror. Then she pulled out her long hair and braided it. Rashid never took his children to the salon. Until their hair also dull after the clothes they wear.

Once tidy, Niken walked into the living room. Rashid had also woken up and was sitting daydreaming.

He didn't yell for coffee, knowing there was nothing at home.

"yeah. Take Niken to school" said Niken slowly.

Rashid bergeming. He was still daydreaming like a person losing his memory.

"Well!" Niken.

"Yes, I heard!"

Niken until the pinch. Then Rashid got up and walked to the bathroom. He just brushed his teeth and washed his face with water without soap.

With a potluck towel, he dried his face.

"Come on!" Rashid grabs the hape and the charger. He'll be hitchhiking at Niken's school security post.

"Rice! Watch brother. I'm taking Niken to school!" exciting Rashid.

Niken wore his black shoes that had broken off the ends. Foot t-shirt has not been washed for days until it gives off a distinctive aroma. White legs that are no longer white. He must also support it with a rubber band so as not to sag.

"Let's ride!" Rashid is ready on his bike.

They drove through the village streets. Rashid doesn't like to wear a helmet. He prefers to wear his beret.

Arriving at Niken's school, Rashid went straight to the security guard post. Niken had already run into his school building, because today there was a flag ceremony.

"Assynnya!" rashid greetings to the post guard with vigor. In order not to be seen that he is actually very hungry and also needs coffee and cigarettes.

"Waalalikumsalam," replied Mr. Slamet. An old guard at Niken's school.

"Sir, I'm hitching a ride huh? It was in a hurry, so there was no time to crack at home." As always, Rashid is best at making excuses.

"Oh, please. That's the cable" said Mr. Slamet.

"Alhamdulillah. How is it, Mr Slamet's health?" Rashid sok familiar. Though he read first the nameplate in uniform pak Slamet.

"Alhamdulillah" replied Mr. Slamet.

"What age should you know?" ask Rashid.

"Ah, I'm old. By sixty" replied Slamet again.

"Masyaa Allah! It still looks so young. I think it's still in my fifties." Rashid started looking for face.

"It could be this father." Mr. Slamet blushed in shame.

"I'm Rashid, sir. My son goes to school here. Second grade." Rashid introduced himself.

"Coffee, Mr. Rashid." Mr. Slamet offers coffee to Rashid because it feels bad to coffee alone.

"If it's not a hassle, sir." Rashid would not refuse such a tempting offer.

"I'll order you soon." Mr. Slamet walked to a coffee shop not far from the post.

"This, Mr. Rashid." Mr. Slamet gave me a black cup of coffee.

"Alhamdulillah. May Allah repay the kindness of Mr. Slamet." Rashid chuckled then started sipping his coffee.

"Cigarettes, Mr. Rashid." Mr. Slamet took a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Masyaa Allah. Really noble heart Mr. Slamet. Do you know if my cigarette misses." Rashid immediately took one stick and lit it.

It's so beautiful this life. Sitting sweet coffee and cigarettes free. Rashid smiled to himself.