On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Persuading a Dumb Man to Work With Me

Now all I have to think about is how to stay alive. I need to live, because I haven't felt how to fall in love. I abstain from dying before God gives me a little space in a woman's heart to be happy, hopefully from the poem I wrote on the campus was able to give me a little hope.

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As always, the morning was the fragrance of all the time that I was cross-leaning in this city. But not this morning, the smell was so foul, it was difficult for me to tell, sometimes it was like the smell of blood, sometimes it was like the smell of a human carcass that had been left for half a month, very rotten.

I took the bag I made my sleeping pillow last night. It was a last resort, because there was no door for me to go home to, so sleeping in the wild was my choice.

I had put myself to sleep in front of the closed shops, but some city guards like the PP police expelled me in the end resting in a bad place of death was my choice.

A bridge that the government has planned for landfills and human carcasses.

That morning I brought my body back to travel. The higher the age of the day, the more urgent the hunger is in my stomach. If I remember just yesterday morning I tasted food, it was also a snack I bought at the foot of five.

Now the hunger is back to collect the debt and I don't know what to pay. It is not possible with stone, or plastic waste. Not likely.

I kept walking, at the intersection of the red lights, I saw several boys approaching one by one the car stopped.

I saw them sing and put a plastic on the owner of the vehicle, sometimes giving but very much not caring. And that's why I didn't walk through my verse because the people in this town never knew they were living because of the pity of others. You dickhead.

Not long after that I saw the attraction of a pickpocket. He pulled something from inside the young lady's bag. It was so smooth that he did it all. Without sweat, he immediately earned a lot of money.

Yeah, I should be like him. Otherwise, I will find my death in this city. Dying without a cry, the saddest thing is that my body will not bury. Only allowed to rot and dry until it blends with the ground.

No, I don't want to die yet. I have to be happy first, after that it's up to God to kill me please want to torture me too please.

After thinking for a while, I approached some of the buskers, then invited them to talk.

"Hey," I shouted a little loudly between the sounds of the vehicles ringing the horn because the red light had moved to the blue.

"Hey, I called you guys."

They looked at me, I waved my hand for them to come.

"You want to work with more results?" I said a little loud and believed like someone who already had the effort.

"Yes, we want brother." A boy answered with a happy face. It's possible that his fate is the same as mine, equally sad, so the face he showed was very appropriate for him to show me that I was able to cover up a little of their hunger. Poor human beings.

"That's right," I said excitedly but not all of them are willing to come to work with me. Only two people with the poorest and most **** face *****. It's okay at least the two of them can already be my surveillance cameras if I'm on duty.

I took them to a place I had been drawing since this morning. That's also I still do not believe in that place there are residents or not if there is no, then for a while the place will I make my hiding place also a place to organize tactics and plans, and so on, or the jerks call it headquarters to eat his brother's heart.

Before arriving, 2 people***** next to me always ask, always ask,

"Where are we going, brother?

"Relax and believe me, this job is a hundred times more promising than being a busker."

I saw two people ***** it looked at each other and whispered the number one hundred until they smiled widely.they also said, saying,

"How many times is that?"

I smiled wryly while looking at him.

"More times the pipe is innumerable, only the money-making machine can count it."

"Yes the printing machine. We're gonna have a money-making machine." My timpalku while continuing his steps.

After getting into the culvert, the two people***** it was getting weird.

"What are we really going to do" whispered the two of them wishing I hadn't listened.

"Have no doubt, the work is very easy. We're almost there."

After going through several uninhabited buildings and narrow alleys that had died, it only seemed that the place I was headed to.

A very old building, if I look from the writings on its walls, maybe this building is a place for the deliberation of ancient leaders to decide the color of the flag. But fortunately the flag of this country is not like the song titled rainbows. If so, I'm sure the flag will be more expensive because the cost of paint increases. Red yellow Green added with blue, most sadly should be in the sky blue hoisted. Thankfully, the flag of this country is not like that.

Before freeing myself to talk to the two boys **** who will be my new friends, I first noticed all the corners in the building, from the first floor to the last floor.

I went back down, and I said, "We're safe in this place."

"What are we going to do?" Typal is one of them, which I don't know his name yet.

"Just wait for the date of the game, I've dreamed that this job is the best job of all workers."

The two boys***** were just a gasp smile while counting the money that had not yet been seen.

now let's go to the final floor, we're on top, so that when an uninvited guest comes we can quickly greet him, such as making an offering dance or other dances.

"Are there going to be special guests coming to an ugly place like this, brother?"

"Yes, can. If you are hungry, anything must be eaten one of us. We have to be careful, because there are a lot of rich people out there who are still hungry. They're aiming for the hearts of the poor, just like the two of you."

I laughed knot.

The night began to appear, when a strong wind slapped the trees around the old building where we lived.

"Ti and Lol it's the names of the two of you, you to," I pointed to the biggest man. His face was pitch-black, his teeth yellow probably never touched pepsoden.

"And you're Lol, point me to the smallest man. He was a little white, his hair was a bit long, his teeth were regular nothing was striking. Perhaps his mother managed to educate him to become a clean man.

"That's not my name, brother!" Timpal To with a pitiful face.

"Now brother again but boss. Now I'm your boss, all right!"

"He's the boss, we get it."

"The name is just a pseudonym, no more comments. Accept it, it's your fate."

They both talked about the name I gave them, "It's not To and Lol it's the word *****. Are we indeed the person *****?" Said To to Lol.

"That's it, don't argue. If we're right*****which may be the Boss invites us to work with him."

"Oh, yes, too."

The night deepened, me and my two men To and Lol had almost reached the point where the dream was coming.

Before I actually fell asleep, I was still planning to see the verse I had placed on the mading of the great University. Yeah, I gotta get there. My first goal to this city was to find my love, so I had to go there and make the next verse of course if anyone returned the call of my heart.