Scavenger Becomes New Director

Shit Day

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The next morning, I returned to my routine. Even though it rained quite heavy at midnight last night I still walked carrying a basket filled with cakes that were still warm made by Aunt Santy. I tried my luck this morning around the compound who knows who's going to buy it.

When the basket was finished, I returned to deliver the money and basket to Aunt Santy's house, breakfast style then take a thousand steps to go and start carrying a small guitar to snack in the parks and at the red light. The morning weather that still looks cloudy, accompanied by pools of water puddles here and there makes me rather carefully carrying a small guitar that has accompanied me for many years. I was afraid I slipped and finally fell with my guitar in small pools of ground brown water in the hallway of the hollow complex.

I kept walking and started shouting loudly while singing favorite songs of the present as well as warming up to ngamen me for a while.

" Living. in bui.. torturing myself.." I continued to sing while chirping who knows who is comforted by the sound of my voice.

"hahaha," I laughed in my heart because my voice was mediocre and nothing special, let alone my guitar playing was more chaotic. But I have always been confident because it is not about the merdunya sound but about the meaning to be conveyed and the resulting abuse. While walking I continue mating someday after the results I scavenged and ngamen have started enough, I will do business with my savings.

" Oh shit, why is this morning so quiet? Though usually every day many people are always hanging out in coffee, smoking at each end of the hallways of our complex," I said in my heart.

"Don't arrive because the cloudy weather and heavy rain last night made everyone prefer to shut themselves up in the house," continued me inwardly.

"Where is it, the first place I'm headed?" I began to rack my brain in search of the right place to start my cramming action.

Usually first I'm going to the park, where young people hang out while ngedate.

But I realized there was no way people would gather in the park in the weather like now. The drizzle still fell and the heavy rain last night still made the water inundated everywhere.

When my head was spinning with all the fatigue of life, suddenly a motorcycle speeding on the narrow streets of our complex hit a small pond or puddle of rain last night.

"Shitt... hey brash, stop!" Shouted me after splashing a puddle of rain in the hallway passed by Beat Street's metic motor earlier.

"Damn. If the road is slow dong, what is this toll road?" I shouted carelessly, because I knew the biker had not cared about my screams.

"It fell down the stairs again. Already the body and clothes were exposed to dirty rain, my favorite guitar was soaked. Huft... Damn rider,"I keep grumbling in my heart.

After coming out of the complex with clothes that were still straws hit by a puddle of water earlier, and a small guitar that was soaked, I decided to start cramping at the nearest red light.

After waiting for a few minutes the red light ended up too and with some kids my age and other minors we started storming some parked vehicles waiting for the green light.

I also came running to a white Honda Jazz car and started singing potluck. Just a few seconds I was singing and the windshield was slowly lowered.

There was a beautiful 38-year-old woman and a teenage girl my age who wore school clothes, handing out a piece of paper.

Not money or pennies but just a piece of paper folded neatly.

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