The Crown that Be snatched

little girl newspaper salesman

A few years later

A ten-year-old girl, still in the middle of a traffic jam. He had been exploring the highway to sell newspapers.

"I have to help mom. Mommy has not paid the rent, pity you, if you are charged to pay the rent continues," said Riana in the midst of peddling her newspapers to motorists.

The girl, who was familiar with Anna, secretly worked as a newspaper seller. Sometimes he also joined his street friends looking for used items for him to collect and he sold again. And all that she did was to help her mother Safia.

However, all this time Safia did not know, that her son was secretly working. If Safia had known that her son was selling a traveling newspaper, she would have scolded him all out. Because Safia would never let her son come to earn a living.

"The newspaper... the newspaper.." said Anna.

Anna stopped her steps when she saw a car approaching her.

"Sir..here deck!" a man from inside the car had already waved his hand towards Anna.

Anna smiled when she saw the man. Anna then stepped up and approached the car.

"Are you selling newspapers? how many decks are there?" ask Anna the man.

"Om want to buy? I'm selling a new newspaper. There are magazines too, the latest issue," Anna said as she opened the stack of papers in her hand.

"Om, buy everything on deck."

Anna smiled showing her dimples. He was surprised when the man in front of him was willing to buy all of his selling goods.

"Are you sure you want to buy everything?" ask Anna.

"Yes deck."

Anna was so happy when there was a man who wanted to buy all her newspapers.

The man then gave Anna some money.

"Om, isn't this mostly Om?" ask Anna who saw some of the hundreds of coins that Om-om gave earlier.

"That's for you. I'm so glad I gave it to you."

"Thank you Om. May Om always be waged by his fortune."

"Amen. Oh yea. What's your name?" ask Anna the man.

"Anna Om's. What's your name?" Anna asked back.

"Name Om, Rama. Call Om as Om Rama."

Anna smiled.

"Thank you Rama for the money."

After getting the money, Anna then ran away leaving the car.

"Well, kid. Why even run. I have not finished speaking" said Rama.

After buying the children's papers, Rama then slid off the road.

"I feel sorry for that kid. I promised, like myself, that I would change. I want to be a better Rama than the old Rama. I want to always help street kids like Anna" Rama said.

Today, Rama lives in a luxurious house with his son and wife. Mr. Angga died a year ago. And Ms. Tari Vika's mother, already can't do anything because of a stroke. He can only sit in a wheelchair.

After returning home from the office, this afternoon Rama immediately glided to go home.

Reverse her tears when she remembered the little boy she met earlier on the side of the road.

"What a pity that kid. He had to make a living by selling newspapers. Where his parents really are. Does he no longer have parents, so that the little boy must sell newspapers" said Rama on the sidelines driving.

Rama wiped his tears rough. After that, he focused back to the front.

Moments later, Rama's car had reached the front yard of his spacious house. Rama got out of his car. He then took the newspapers into his house.

Moments later, Rama's wife Vika approaches Rama and welcomes his return.

"Mas, why do you bring a lot of newspapers like this? " asked Vika when she saw Rama carrying a stack of newspapers.

"Here's baby, I just bought it on the street. And this is also a new edition paper."

"But not this many times as well. Every day we have a newspaper seller. Why are you buying newspapers on the street."

Rama bought the papers, actually just to help the street kid. Rama pity to see the child, who looks dirty, shabby and the newspaper is also still a lot because no one has bought it.

And Rama was moved to give the boy money. However, it is impossible if Rama gave the money for free to the little boy.

Rama stepped inside. Arriving in the living room, he placed the papers on the table. Rama then threw his body over the sofa of the living room.

"Darling, I'm so tired. I actually didn't want to buy a newspaper. But I feel sorry for the little boy who sold the newspaper. I remember our son Liza when I saw her" Rama said as he opened his tie.

"What does the newspaper salesman have to do with our son?" asked Vika who was already sitting by her husband's side.

"Because the sale was a small child as our dear child. And I feel sorry for him. So I bought all the papers."

"Huh, you are a great habit. Don't be too nice to people. You are exactly like papa. If you think that you continue, then you can be used by those people, dear."

Rama smiled.

"Darling, I could be like this, because of your late father. He taught me to always do good. And I'm proud, I could have been a better person after the accident."

"Yes yes. I'm going to Liza's room. Liza is back with PR. I'm gonna help her."

Vika looked upset with her husband. Again, her husband gave free money to street children. Not once twice did Rama, but often Rama helped people who he thought were less able.

And Vika doesn't like that. Because according to Vika, their needs are also still a lot that has not been met. So, what if the money they are scattering to give to people who cannot afford it.

Arriving inside Liza's room, Vika threw her body on Liza's bed. Liza who had always seemed to be struggling at her study table looked at her mother.

"Mama why?" asked Liza who saw an annoyed look on her mother's face.

"Mama is okay. Mama's just still pissed off with your dad."

"Why are you home? what happened to Papa Ma?" tanya Liza approached her mother and sat down by her mother's side.

"Your father bought a lot of newspapers. Though every day, we already have a newspaper seller subscription."