Man Seeker Cuan

Part 3

Day after day the boy worked hard under pressure. Every afternoon, the money scavenged, also never fell into his pocket even one coin. He worked more in the workshop than any of his other friends. Also for dinner at home, he had to wash dirty dishes and clean the kitchen first.

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Finally, that one month came. When her uncle and aunt were sitting on the porch, she ventured to talk to them if she wanted to go home.

"Uncle, aunt, I was going to tell you that I'm not going to work here anymore. I want to go home to help mom in the fields."

"Lho, why? Why suddenly gini?" Aunt's.

"Yes, you're not well."

"When did you come home?" Ask uncle.

"If I could tomorrow uncle."

"Oh, did you buy a ticket?"

"Yet. That's why I'm here to ask my uncle for a ticket."

"Oh, just ask your aunt." Reply uncle.

His aunt took him and invited him.

"Wait here. Aunt get the money first." His aunt said before going into his room taking the money, while he stood at the door.

Before long her aunt came out and handed her a little money sheet. "Well, here's your pay."

He saw that the money sheet was so little in number.

"Kok just this bi?"

"Well, your salary is cut by food, cost, and water."

Hearing that, his heart was struck, 'How can his aunt treat him like a stranger?' Her thought.

When his uncle and aunt visited the village, they were so sweet-mouthed. Convince her mother that she will be treated like her own child, and taught like her own. But the truth is just the opposite. His salary was cut by the calculation of the money to eat three times a day. But in fact, he ate only once, rarely had breakfast, and had lunch he bought in the cafeteria with the rest of the allowance his mother gave him when he left.

Her aunt detailed all the expenses she had to pay during her one-month stay at her house. How much does it cost, and how much water to pay each time you shower and wash your clothes. Until the salary he received in the end was not enough to be sent to the village. His salary was just enough to cost him to go home and eat him on the road.

Feeling unfair, he also alluded to the money scavenged for one month.

"Where's the money I got back for a month?" Ask with a heartache.

"Oh, it also deducted the cost of gasoline to the workplace every day."

"What?" Shocked not playing like you can't believe it.

"So I have my own gas money? The one who goes to work is not just me. Why just me? Why not uncle?" Ask in the heart.

But her aunt left immediately after no more reaction.

Then the boy immediately went to the counter to buy a ticket. After that, he looked for a quiet place and contacted his mother.

There he told a story while crying because he did not expect strangers to be much better than his own family. He also said that he could not send his salary to his mother because all that was left was a piece of money worth a hundred thousand. Money that was even mediocre during the trip home a day last night.

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Then the next day when he was going home, he forgot to ask for his izaz, which his uncle had previously held as a guarantee. Because his uncle thought, 'My nephew will not be able to mess around because I keep his diploma. Suppose he acts out and takes my money away, I have his identity to report to the police.'

His uncle and aunt always thought badly of him and were suspicious just because his family was poor.

When the bus he was riding was far away, then he remembered that his diploma was left to his uncle. He immediately contacted his uncle and asked for help to send him to his hometown.

But until the years passed, the diploma never arrived because they threw it in the trash.

Every time his mother asked, his uncle and aunt told him it had been sent through a driver whose vehicle was on its way. But as long as he asked every driver in the terminal, not a single person confessed.

But not wanting to argue, his mother let it go and regretted all the circumstances, regretting the decision she had made to her son.

Now the boy has no diploma for him to use to find a job in the country of people.

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Two days after he arrived and stayed in the village, suddenly his schoolmates contacted him, offering him a job. But as his heart was already broken, he replied, "Ah, you are. I don't have a diploma."

Hearing that, his friend laughed out loud.

"Hey, where there are people climbing mango trees using diplomas. Climb the mango tree it needs hands and feet."

"Haha...." He laughed embarrassedly and continued, "Where do you want to climb the mango tree?"

"On the island of tourism. The salary is good, 70 thousand a day. Eating, drinking are covered. How's it? Wouldn't you?"

"But how long?"

"Well, I don't know for sure. Maybe a week. Then we go somewhere else. How's it?"

"Well, I can. I'll let my mommy go first."

"OK!" Then he hung up the phone.

Indra immediately reported to his mother and said that tomorrow morning he would leave. But his mother initially refused.

"Ouch, far away from the mango tree to the other island senses. There are also many mango trees."

"Yes mom. But the mangoes in this village are not fruitful because they are never taken care of.

"A lot of people in the village have mango trees."

"Yes but his salary is only 50 grand. Climb the mango tree here for at least 3 days. End that?"

"It's up to you."

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So the next day, he prepared early in the morning to go to his friend's house, also because the vehicle to the city left quite early in the morning.

To save money, they boarded a truck loaded with rocks. They sat on the rock. In order not to get cold, they wear thick jackets and cover their heads with a veil.