WHEN THE HEART IS NUMB (I AM IN TURN 3 YOUTH)
IN TURN THREE YOUNG MEN AT ONCE
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Part 1 - WHEN THE HEART IS NUMB
My name is Moon Maheswari when I stepped on 27 years old I used to work in several famous restaurants in the city of Bandu ng, Bandu,but this time I switched professions as a shop employee in one of the shops that are also still around the city of Bandung which happens to be open 24 hours. I am also a descendant of pure Java with a height of 155 cm I follow the stature of the mother who is also not too high, mature brown skin, eyeballs, and a little body contains. People say that my face is also decreased mother who is beautiful, and charming.
Now my day is busy with erratic activities because working as a store employee who is open 24 hours must always change the working hours. I also have a friend he named Lidya older than me a year he's a friend who I think is very good,his body is fatter than me and he is also the same as me from Java and was born as an underprivileged person. Our cost distance is also a good distance even though we work in the same place, but surely we always take turns to just chat or walk to get rid of saturation.
I'm so lucky to have a friend like Lidya. Having been used to being independent since childhood makes me not surprised anymore by the difficulty of making money since I sat the Junior High School bench I sell to help ease the burden of my father and mother a little. Even though the profit I got was only for my pocket money and paid off the LKS book at that time, I'm proud of myself for trying to work hard, I always refuse my parents' money and I always think they're hard-earned to make money to pay for my school, I salute them. Indeed, usually I get help but not all can use the help money or sometimes just to buy school equipment father and mother will definitely add money, because the purchased is not only my book, but also my book,but also my 2 sisters.
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"And here, here's where you'll go to school later" Mom took out three bills from her pocket and tried to give them to me.
" No ma'am, just save the money to add plus buy rice or oil in the stall" my word is that I have brought two baskets containing snacks that I usually teach at school during breaks if only to go and go home from school I also must always have a grip money.
Such an incident that I always remember, I don't want to overburden my father and mother.
Mr. just a porters and mother became a maid in the neighboring house the result is also not much less work in the village salary problem is very much different from the city is still below the average standard of UMR. Both of my sisters also still need a sizable fee Sindy now just sat on the bench SMK while Doni is now 2nd class MTS they are not smart children so it is quite difficult to get assistance especially scholarships. Javanese thinking is also usually if both parents are all working, and the oldest brother in the overseas they will assume if the family is able to.
Though the same, in addition to the cost of school my two sisters who increasingly make the father and mother strangled also make my brain more spinning. My two sisters can not afford to go to school in the country, well if the private costs will certainly be many times over. I have always been proud of my father and mother, and their determination has always been strong. Want to send their children to higher education. Unlike fathers and mothers who are only SD graduates and are only able to work odd jobs.
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Today I start work at night change of work time is usually nine hours or usually given a time allowance of thirty minutes. This time I was a little late to work, also my body felt a bit sad, but I still work considering the bonus promised by the boss if I never permission in one month the bonus is also quite 150 thousand means a lot. But I feel there is something different today, the atmosphere of the alley that I passed was very quiet not like usually a lot of leaks that are still running in the alley area. It's been 21.15 anyway, usually I leave for night work no later than about 20.30 bring it so goosebumps like there's no obvious person in the front alley junction but I keep thinking positive tinkering .
It turns out that only people tongkrongan, but what I see from the gelagatnya also not rich is usually strange and like a drunk person I try to cuek keep walking forward . Just trying to get used to it while speeding up my footsteps. At first glance I am also no stranger to the young man who was there, just a teenage boy around the complex.
Suddenly arrived Brugghh, a young man ambushed me from behind in the together with silencing my mouth, my nose also can not lie his hands a little stench terasi. I was so scared, the burly hand that was lying in my mouth was too strong even though I kept rebelling but it was useless Emmptttt emmmptt my screaming voice stuck somewhere they were going to take me , I don't think I'm too familiar with the road, it's like the road to the cornfield. What will they do ?
Now I feel very restless, and restless what else the corn field ahead is very quiet and evening. I continued to be pushed by a group of young men, in between my screams that felt increasingly soft. They kept laughing at my rebellious attitude.
What do you think will happen in the next month ?
What would a group of young men do on the Moon ?
Will Goddess Fortuna be on her side?
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