Sorry Boss, I Love U
SB 50'S
Me and Ujang go hand in hand with sometimes we joke or just talk lightly about the family of this feisty boy.
My salute to him.
Ujang, the first child of one sister, struggled to replace the figure of a father working to earn a living for his mother and younger sister who was 7 years old.
After trading his afternoon newspaper, Ujang just went to school. He was very grateful at school because he entered the afternoon, so that in the morning he could trade the traveling newspaper first.
Ujang's story, why he traded newspapers in the morning in addition to his school that was still daytime he could also find money first to eat his family members that day.
Duuuuh really heartbroken to hear the story of the little Ujang seller Korang who was walking cheerfully next to me.
Will I reason again to despair in my life???? While Ujang, he is still in his 10s has borne the burden of the head of the household.
" Little Aaaah Ujang, we are my inspiration. There are no words - weak, lazy and desperate words now in my heart. you who are that small have a burning spirit and I must not lose to you deck my "jajnya firmly in the heart. Then I rubbed the tiny head gently.
" Nah . . . Tea, we've arrived nih. that's where you can ask for newspaper merchandise " said Ujang then when we had almost half an hour walk and pointed at a large crossroad there was a person with a wheelchair and according to Ujang he was the owner of the newspaper in Ujang.
Not only that, he had several men like Ujang who helped him peddle his newspaper, from morning until night.
I can't wait to hold Ujang's hand to get to the boss of the newspaper.
" I'm sorry sir, may I trade the newspaper "my broom to the man in the wheelchair politely.
I carefully kept silent, the man in the wheelchair.
Both of his legs were amputated, "O Lord . . . "my cry in the heart.
When I saw his face, I couldn't see it clearly, because he was wearing a cloth mask and wearing a hat on his head.
For a long time the man looked at me, looked at me and then asked ???
" You want to sell where "the question is then with indifference and his eyes are on the newspapers in his lap.
" Nelu know the hell sir, maybe I explore Sam's village like Ujang "sahutku with great confidence.
A little annoyed I made, but I tried to remain patient to prepare this work.
Actually confused too, where to sell??
For a long time he ignored me, I myself was also confused to find the right place and no one had traded around there, so as not to turn off the livelihood of fellow newspaper traders.
long enough I stood at the boss of the newspaper, while the owner busied himself to wrestle with the newspaper - the afternoon newspaper that was ready to be distributed by his men.
" Have you found a place that you're going to make meat. Oh, what's your name ??? " tanya then with still with her cynical tone.
Aaaah . . . I've been limp in the making, it's clear I won't get this job easily, if the boss is like this.
" Daughter sir "my reply was brief in a disappointed tone.
" Cake the wife of the boss of the caffe owner and not to mention other businesses that must be difficult to trade the traveling newspaper, he replied "again, which is currently with a mocking tone.
" Hah . . how does she know if I already have a husband, who is she??? is he Angga's man ??? '" I asked in my heart.
For a moment I was terrified and . . .
a moment later, the man in the wheelchair took off his mask and hat with a smile that showed his good looks.
Men who turned out to be young, maybe above me 4 to 5 years with yellow skin Langsat and there is a sideburn that grows thin and black with bluish skin.
His slightly narrow eyes began to dry to me, as if teasing me.
What a lack of teaching is this man, who is it ??? seems familiar???
" Forgotten yes, or have you forgotten this handsome me for getting more handsome and rich ?? " the god again with his eyes still in the clench - rolled it to me.
" Aaaaaakh It turns out that you yaaa "my sahut by soaring in shock after knowing who the man before me is
