SUCCESSFUL SCAVENGERS

Prologues

A 17-year-old orphan looks lethargic and powerless, a few days ago he was just left by the only person so dear and caring about his life.

Wardi was named after his late grandfather, and the young man was named Zen. There is no Zen, no middle name or last name.

Zen himself is still a high school student at one of the state schools in his village.

Every day he starts the day earlier than his age.

The red sky has not been seen in the east, but Zen has struggled with sweat and the cold of the morning air to become a pelvis in a large market tens of kilometers away from his reot hut.

Market traders who see Zen's persistence in work are much touched, sometimes they give an exaggerated pelvic wage, with a reason to eat!

The hip wage in the big market itself is only two thousand per lift and down. A very inhumane cost, of course. How else, the name is also a small suburban village, from 3 am to 6 am, Zen usually get a wage of ten to fifteen thousand rupiah only.

“..aahh, just make breakfast and make a tube!” zen said when he saw the purple shards with green color which means he has twelve thousand rupiahs in his grasp.

“...woi Zen, have you returned this hour?!” ask one of the rice bosses who often use Zen services.

“..iya Pak Karta! School preparation! Afraid late! Monday is it!” zen replied as he passed bowing his body a sign of giving respect.

Zen is famous as a polite young man who is polite and polite in speaking of course with older people, anyone!

Without choosing and milah, Zen always humbled himself when dealing with people older than him.

One of the teachings of the late grandfather that is always applied in his daily life.

***

Meanwhile, in a family home that is still one village with Zen. The drama started in the morning.

“..daughter! wake son! What time is it?!” said her mother who seemed to be trying to wake her only daughter.

“..aaaggjjhhh, ngantuk buuu! Five minutes more yaa” replied the figure of a young girl who looks lazy – lazy after a night of her staying up late for just scrolling medsos in a sophisticated phone with a boba camera behind her.

“..basis yes... want to be what you princess!” her male parents were visibly unhappy with the princess' response that her mother had woken up to.

The figure of the man who was his biological father just returned from a large market, after opening his shop early in the morning which was then continued by his employees.

“..that's if you pamper buuk!”

“.. Just watch until the princess gets pregnant first!” the father nagged at the response of his daughter.

“..iyaa pack yes!” the figure of a mother who is more affectionate to her child looks helpless with the words of her own husband.

***

Unlike the daughter and her family, in a military service home, that morning there were three people who looked more disciplined about the use of time.

“..ziva! what is your agenda today?!” ask his parents.

Ziva is also the only child of his parents, but from a young age he has been educated high-level military discipline from his father.

Ziva's male parents are ASN in striped clothes and act as battalion leaders in a small village environment under the foot of a mountain with an altitude of 3000 masl.

“..today Ziva only has school agenda well! After that afternoon there is a tutoring schedule, after that there is no more” replied Ziva while enjoying a honey sandwich made by his mother.

“...kalo Mother?!” asked the father while looking at the thirty-year-old face but looked beautiful at her age.

“..mom today there is a business of father city work! The board of directors asked for help from mom to buy some necessities for this week's event, gima anyway! I forgot ya?!” ask the figure of the woman who became Ziva's mother.

Ms. Ziva herself is one of the members of the cooperative development board at a company in the city.

“.ya already, if your schedule is like that, I just ordered, do not forget to always be careful on the road! Lots of crime lately!” said a figure who looks ready with a striped service shirt with a prominent rank for the district level.

The figure of the head of the family immediately stood up from the chair of his dining table and was greeted by the adjutant who had brought the command staff as well as other necessary attributes.

“.. dad left first yes.!” said the head of the family who reached out his hand and greeted alternately between mother and child.

“...be careful yah!” ziva and his mother said simultaneously.

“..heummmnn” the father immediately turned towards the exit of his house.