Scavenger Becomes New Director

Sita 2's

"Honey too dear," the aunt lovingly kissed the child's mere forehead while forgetting Sita's spoiled behavior and unreasonable whining before.

" Aunt Santy, a great mother," I murmured inwardly.

" And it turns out that there is this most handsome brother here," Sita cried after seeing me sitting casually at the dinner table. He approached me with his flirtatious attitude that was a bit excessive and of course with the promise of coming to hug me who he already considered like his biological brother.

Sita's emphasis on my handsome brother does contain a little hyperbole. It's just that fact. Almost everyone says so well neighbor's red light friends even Santy's own aunt. I'm not like the son of my late father and mother because I have a slightly different look, skin color and facial bones. My father and mother are not too white but sapodilla mature because they are immigrants from outside the island of Java who come to complain about the fate of this metropolitan city. While I look like a Chinese descendant if my skin and physique are clean and well-groomed.

" Today our English lessons are harder than last week, sister" said Sita, sitting next to me in her study bag. He took two of his English parcel books and handed them to me.

This knowledge sharing routine has become a habit for both of us after Sita entered Junior High School. He understood my desire to continue learning even though we did not have to sit in an official school level we gave each other private at home.

Every time Sita went home from school I always came to aunt's house and started unpacking Sita's school bag to learn according to Sita's lesson today. I easily understand just by reading the writing in Sita's books that sometimes do not matter. Understand it because Sita is not too good in intellectual matters.

While I from the first grade elementary school until the end of the Elementary School bench was always the general First Champion. This is what makes aunty very enthusiastic to send me to help Sita who prefers to busy themselves with watching TV in terms of understanding subjects.

Maybe also because he often hangs out with gangs in his school, lately he began to behave strangely by asking auntie to buy expensive items.

late Aunt, Sita and I continued with lunch.

" Jimmy, don't forget to always eat in this house, don't push yourself to work. Your savings from the proceeds of snacking, scavenging and selling your cake are good enough. Aunty still keeps it anyway" said the aunt as she chewed her food.

We finished our lunch and I decided to go back to my house to help Mang Dadang pick up some used plank slats in the aunt's barn. Aunt Santy still keeps the remains of the board in the warehouse which is still very feasible to patch up some parts of the walls of my broken house.

With Mang Dadang, my front neighbor who was very deft, we finished the work in my house until the afternoon before night. Tired that night I stared at the rusty roof of my house and some of its parts leaked and finally closed my eyes while accompanied by the frenzied sound of children crying in our slum.

" Oh my God, today is quite tiring."

mutter me.

The whirling of the rainy season winds and the flow of river water brought me to dreamland.