Scavenger Becomes New Director
Sita
" Oh yeah, aunty asked Mang Dadang for help to fix it" Aunt Santy finally ended our conversation behind the house or rather my old hut.
My aunt and I entered the house through a small room and finally reached the door. My parents' house is very small in size only one living room one room and one kitchen. Bathrooms and WC rooms have been smashed to pieces because they are only made of old sacks that are sewn into walls without a roof. Until recently I used the bathroom and the WC room at Aunt Santy's house.
While walking to the aunt's house not far from my house because in this settlement the house is only limited to a small gutter that gives off an unpleasant aroma, aunty chattered about Sita who lately was getting spoiled and wanted a lot. Aunt Santy in addition to famous affectionate also spelled out in KIC (a plot of chatty mothers).
Because when we tell stories we are not able to interrupt or reply to aunt's stories. " Hehehehe, if written aunty's story could be a novel that can be recommended to the famous library" my inner self with a slight smile.
" At the end of this aunt was confused to see the change in Sita's attitude, she began to look spoiled and often angry if her wishes were not fulfilled aunt," auntie started her babble and I started scratching my head because this prank would be fatal to me. I will be the fall. For I will be the best listener with hours of listening without interrupting a word.
" Since entering this Junior High School, she began to act strangely by commenting on all the gifts of the aunt, ranging from bags, books, shoes that she said were lacking, what her name, mooodiss, until yesterday he forced aunty to buy HP for millions. That's a jerky, he's not Jimmy?" aunt tried to ask for my approval and I was forced to nod my head slightly so as not to get a similar rant from my beloved aunt Santy.
" I've said many times, we only come from poor families. To finance her school just aunty ngosan looking for money by selling left and right even you you will be the growth, he said, must help auntie sell cookies on the streets and all for the lives of the three of us even though you prefer to sleep at your parents' house!" Bibi continued to babble at length until finally we both went into the yard of Aunt Santy's house.
Aunt Santy's house is better than mine. Aunty's house even though only half the wall but neat and more well maintained. There were three rooms inside and plus a small kiosk in front of the house. Aunty takes care of this house because it is the only legacy of her husband who she loves so much. Aunt said so.
" Oh yes, son, because this morning you sold your aunt's cake and sold out, aunt went to the market and aunt bought you a pair of clothes. Auntie knows, you don't have good clothes. So auntie try to pick and buy this as a gift for you. Hopefully the size fits your body," said the aunt while giving me a black plastic bag.
" Aunty was too kind to me, I didn't really need new clothes because my routine was just about selling cookies, cramming at red lights and scavenging in the garbage heap," I said as I stared at Santy's pity in a raw smile that was still being forced. Although in my little heart I am grateful because very rarely I get new clothes and pants. The clothes I was wearing were old clothes that some of them were almost said to be unfit to wear because there were holes everywhere.
" Aunty's money should be saved for Sita's needs later," I continued with a guilty look.
But the auntie quickly chimed in and said, "no son, you and Sita should have the same rights, even if you are not aunt's biological children."
While Aunt Santy and I were arguing about the new outfit, there was a knock on the door.
" Mother's Good Day!" Shouted a teenage girl dressed in blue white clothes while carrying an umbrella because outside the rain seemed increasingly heavy.
