MAY MOTHER BE LOVED BY GOD

START THE TEARS FALLING

Ten kilometers from the big, luxurious and beautiful house on the hillside earlier.

At the same time. In the corner of the city is dense, cramped and sultry.

The fate! Although dense and looks rather shabby, a piece of the corner of this city remains

it just looks interesting. Houses crammed like hundreds of mushrooms

they're in the rainy season. See it like

watch full-power Latin American films with gypsy culture

that's. What a classic view!

Two-three-story house. Narrow alleys. The window meets the window

second floor. Opposite. Flower pots scattered on the upper terraces.

So close that the ends of the branches touch each other. Even

one-two you can easily step from one terrace to the terrace

othersmore. Hence in this complex ngetop really term: 'Pacar Seberang

Window'. The shy chick peeked behind the window curtain, which

guys playing guitar style, tight, already like birds

cendrawasih who seduces couples by spreading their tails

high-up. The sun is also getting higher. The streets are filled with

babble the kids who go to school. Run about. Pull each other bags.

Cap. Pulling pants (some slump, do not use buckles anyway). Laughs. Babe mothers who swarm vegetable artisans. Hmm, they bought it

the vegetable took only half a minute, exclaiming "Regular, Bang!" Then the

Vegetable brother who memorized dead menu Monday-Sunday one complex

the housing immediately issued the order of the mothers earlier. Money

hand-to-hand. Done it. But the next fifteen minutes were spent

mothers to discuss the hot topics of neighbors around. Report

eyewitness. Viva! Very cool, when in fact the simple word yaa, yaa,

gos-sip! So if you want to know the business of one complex, just interrogate the handyman

vegetables!

In one of the houses near the mothers crowded earlier, just on the second floor

partitions. The room with furniture is just a dull wooden bed. On top of

that old wooden bed, the matted-gold of a young man.

Fall asleep on your back. By ourselves. Indiscriminate. His face was far from neat.

Even if at a scary glance see it. Like looking at terminal goons

inter-city bus. Crossed mustache, unkempt sideburns.

Long hair like a rocker that has been for months does not shampoo.

Don't ask how many lice are in her hair. Maybe I already have it

children of five generations. The room should feel roomy. Especially with high ceilings. But it's stuffy. How not?

The windows are always tightly closed 24 hours a day, 7 days a day

aweek. Though the large window of the room was exactly facing the vast ocean.

So if the owner wants a little to set aside energy to open it, then,

the beautiful expanse of sunrise scenery directly unfolds

throughout eyes.

Books were scattered around the old bed. Unmanaged. Bittened

cockroaches, pissed rats. Dirty clothes hang on the wall, so

favorite places mosquitoes hide. Jeans bell. Kumal shirts. T-shirt

chocolate (brown because it is dirty, not because of the color

chocolaty). An old typewriter was lying on a small table. Next to him

stand up colored hot water thermos

blacker. Also small snoopy patterned glass. The rest is messy. Frowsty.

The inhabitants don't care. Nor do they care about the noise of the broadcast

directly in the lower narrow alley. Sleep with heavy breathing. Odor

alcohol smells from the mouth. A 27-year-old. Sleeps

with shoes still on feet. Just got home shajuh. Too tired.

Too tired. Too crowded. Too....