You're Not the First

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I used to live with treasure. Our house is big and luxurious. It felt like at that time my parents' wealth would never run out in eating seven derivatives. As an only child I never did homework because of the large number of workers in my house. I really didn't expect that life could turn around in an instant.

No one month of life instantly turns 180 degrees, so horrendous. Papi's business suddenly went bankrupt, coupled with being cheated by his own friend. All assets seized by the Bank. Even the house where we live every day must also be sold to pay the salaries of employees.

Until what is left in the wallet papi only 100 thousand rupiah only. The money that we used to think of as pennies only now looks very large nominal. Mami's clothes and branded bags were also sold to pay for my tuition which we can no longer underestimate.

I am usually cheerful when in school directly insecure when hanging out with my friends who are all rich. Understandably, my school is an international school where rich kids go to school for fun. We were never serious about finding knowledge after all our parents were already rich and each of us would inherit our parents' business. It was a thought that stuck in our minds at the time.

I kept my distance from my friends because I didn't want them to use me behind me. The news of the destruction of my family's business must have spread among entrepreneurs and of course my friends already know it from their parents.

Luckily, I was in my final class, almost graduating. So I did not take too long to bear the insecurities and awkwardness that plagued me even though to pay my school fees mami had to sell her luxury goods and I myself also had to sell my stuff that classy for my pocket money and transportation costs. I haven't been able to move on from living a luxurious life and haven't been able to fully accept it back then.

I who usually have a lot of cards and a lump of cash in my wallet now there is nothing like that. I don't even have a wallet anymore. The branded goods we sell online make it sell cheap but we have no power because it really needs it to prop up our stomach.

we contracted for a small house in the countryside that was cheap and could be paid monthly.

My papi worked odd jobs as an errand boy, so coolie, and whatever job he did for me and my mom. The face of the papi who is of Chinese descent certainly makes it different from the local people.

Our lives are no longer what they used to be but mami, who is a native Javanese, is very grateful for our situation. It makes me and Papi also grateful for this situation. We remember how back when we were rich we rarely met and chatted like we do now.

Although one house but I'm upstairs and papi mami's room is downstairs

Mami is always busy with her social gangs. Papi also often came home at night when we were asleep so we rarely gathered like now.

While I usually go home late at night because after school I do not go straight home but go to the mall first or anywhere with my friends who never feel the lack of money but it takes the affection and warmth of the family and we try to forget it in a frenzy and frolicking.

And also what we should be grateful for is when we are rich we are not arbitrary to employees and employees or people we meet. While what we regret is that when we were rich we were always luxurious and wasting money.

God has no way of turning things around. We who usually live luxury now have to save money and often swallow when we see the food we used to throw away for reasons less clean or less fresh.

Now the important thing is that there is food that is halal we can and inevitably have to swallow it because of a starving stomach.

I don't know where the papi and mami family were when we were like this. They close their eyes or they don't know that we are in this kind of trouble.