The Gold urn Changed my Destiny

Slum

“Try?” ask Lil O. “we cook alone!” he continued immediately upon seeing Hafisa's disappointed face. “But, after all this is in order.” continued Lil O again.

All the items Lil O had bought had been neatly arranged, the new house. Now, it looks like an inhabited house.

Lil O and Hafisa are cooking, rather Hafisa is just helping. She is actually the daughter of a conglomerate who never cooks, does laundry, does heavy things. Now, because he was expelled he had to be independent.

Qiram only saw the two men while eating the snacks he bought.

“Lil, cook a lot, yes! A little bit is okay. I want to eat like in a big restaurant.”

“Cash! I'll cook like a Padang restaurant seller, satisfied?!” lil O's. “I also cook gumak noodles!” continued again.

“Well, do you want to cook me your regional noodles? You have to make it delicious, yeah!”

“Mi gumak?” ask Hafisa.

“Iya, this big noodles.” replied Lil O showed noodles on Hafisa.

“Cock like mi Aceh?”

“Not, be different! Acehnese noodles are smaller than this. While the Mi gomak is bigger and the thickener of Aceh.” noodles explained Lil O.

Qiram smile. Previously, Lil O had worked as anything, ranging from building work, road parks, garbage men, pickups in the market, angkot stockars, cafe waiters and had been a cook in ampera. So, there's no doubt that he's a cook.

Some of the food menu was already in session, they started eating voraciously.

“Wah, this food is so good!” Qiram stroked his stomach. “Looks like I'm gaining weight, deh!” mumbling again.

“You anyway, like a chicken girl laying eggs, at that time very diligent road, marathon, running from morning until night, now even a lot of eating, rarely moving!” lil O's.

Qiram could only scratch his head, which Lil O said was right, not wrong. At that time he had the task of walking, then the task of looking for a smile returned, so he had to get out of the house a lot. Now, he had to taste many foods for money in order to get rich.

“Later, I'm exercising again, deh!” qiram answered, then pulled the bag of snacks, looking at the smallest package, which he had never tasted.

“Well, new also said, have snacked again!” lil O's.

“Hehehe!” Qiram grinned the horse.

Early in the morning, Qiram woke up and had a marathon, for about an hour he ran, he stopped and sat on the side of the road.

“Ah, it's no ATM, I have to take money first!” Qiram immediately went there and pulled 2 million from there.

‘Saldo You Rp. 51.026.000,00.’

After that, Qiram shopped 2 bags full of different snacks. He ate it with gourmand.

“What if I try just a little, doesn't he say just tasting?” think Qiram. “But, this is so redundant?!” He was in a dilemma with his own mind.

“Yes, it's okay, but no angry Lil O! I spent some money, but got 10 million!” Qiram started counting.

He also bought three full food bags, varying in taste and shape. He opened all the packets of snacks, he ate little by little.

“Welcome you have finished tasting 100 different foods, you get 10 million rupiah, enjoy it! You must finish tasting 700 different kinds of food again!” A notification sound alerted Qiram

‘Saldo You Rp. 61.026.000,00.’

“Wah, this is very influential! Then, how about I shop again?!” thought. “Wait! How about I go somewhere?”

Qiram went home, changed his clothes, pulled six million rupiah. Then, buy a lot of snacks and packaged rice. He drove his car at a moderate speed.

His destination was, once, where he hid from Soleman, but only briefly because their presence was told by others, because they were given bribes of money.

Qiram. “Soleman, what is my second life, I have to deal with you again? Can't you and me not know each other!” mummy Qiram. Half of his heart was still traumatized to the man.

Before long, Qiram arrived. Slums, lots of garbage piles, peok and stinky houses.

Everyone saw a cool car stop in their slums, so they came out like a crowd of ants.

Qiram waved his hand, calling out to one of the children. “Hai, Little Sister. My name is Qiram, what's your name?” answer with a smile.

“A-aku Rezki.” answers nervously.

“If the house here is only 10 pieces, children my age there are 40 people, while the big man is only 20 people. However, we have many guests.” replied the roughly nine-year-old.

“Oh! In that case, can Brother stop by?”

The boy looked at old Qiram, then looked back, giving the hand code. It looks like the adult is nodding.

“Iya, Brother can stop by.” he replied.

“Thanks, Rezki. Brother ask for help, yes, bring food Brother.” said Qiram.

Qiram took out many bags of food.

Rezki was silent for a long time. “Kak, can I ask friends for help?” his question, Qiram nodded.

“Priiiit!” The boy whistled, and many children came out. Qiram smiled seeing her. He already knew where the children were hiding because he used to hide also with the children from the pursuit of senior thugs.

Qiram sat in one of the hut houses, he opened his bag of food scrapes, took out all the snacks and split the rice packets he bought.

“Sorry, yes, I don't know your numbers. Later, if I play here again. I will buy according to the amount.” said Qiram.

“Then, this snack, we eat together, yes.”

The reason Qiram did not share the snacks was individual, because he wanted to taste them one by one, more could be eaten by them in crowds than redundant. While the rice wrap, he could not taste it, so it is for individuals.

“Kids there are 40 people here, yes, Bu?” qiram asked the middle-aged mother.

“It was yes, Son. However, now the number is 48 people, including 3 babies who were dumped by their parents.” replied the mother explained.

“Wasted?!” tanya Qiram jumped.

“Yes, those three babies were put in that pile of trash!” point at the mother. Qiram heard her shed tears.

He felt grateful for being born from the womb of the Mother who loved him, just because of God's destiny they separated, the mother went first to be picked up by the Creator.

Qiram chatted with them while tasting a snack together. They seemed enthusiastic about telling stories, talking to each other.

“I'm so happy to visit here. My name is Qiram,” said Qiram, then he stood up and took out a 20,000 rupiah bill he pulled from the bank.

He divided everyone equally, not least anyone who was there. He spent Rp. 1.360.000,00.

“This is special 3 million for Mom, because the mother who took care of the three babies. This is to buy milk and food.” said Qiram.

“Other times, I'll come here with the required rice and other sembako.” Qiram smile.

They all cried. The woman he gave the 3 million was the leader of this place. He has absolute decision.

Qiram sipped the mother's warm tea before leaving.

“Welcome you have finished tasting 100 different foods, you get 10 million rupiah, enjoy it! You must finish tasting 600 different kinds of food again!” A notification sound alerted Qiram.

‘Saldo You Rp. 65.026.000,00.’

Qiram smiled at the notification, the money was 55 million more because he took 6 million. Now, it's 65 million rupiahs.