A Unique Path Become CRAZY RICH's
1. Public transport driver

My name is Hasan, I'm an angkot driver.

My job every morning until afternoon is to pull angkot from the New Market Roundabout to the Tangi Wood Roundabout.

I don't get a lot of rations. Like a gojek that must scramble passengers, we angkot drivers must also scramble.

But because of frequent fights we also made the distribution of travel routes. I am my friend interesting in the area mentioned earlier which is estimated to be about 4 kilometers.

Fortunately, the distance restriction only applies when searching for passengers. So it does not matter if you want to be escorted out of our territory.

Drivers who are on their way back to the territory may not take passengers in other territories and shall notify the territory's freight driver.

The unique thing is, we all agreed that we would not ignore the passengers. We did not miss a single fortune.

To be honest I'm quite happy with this policy but the income is still lacking. 

To be honest, my income was never enough because I wanted something that my fellow freight driver had thrown away a long time ago. 

I want to get married.

I used to come home at 9 p.m. The house I live in belongs to myself. I live with my paralyzed father and my blind mother. Their condition became like this because of a motorcycle accident that hit my parents 12 years ago.

I slowly opened the door of the house that began to ripen inedible age.

I handed over the money today after previously being shared with the base boss, and bought him a pack of rice.

I saw on the table there was that letter again.

Eviction letter. Our house is indeed outside the complex line so it will be evicted and used as a good cement road to facilitate access to housing.

For us the house that almost collapsed and vast land that is not how much this is a treasure. If this land is sold, where should we live? That's what those housing people don't think.

Even so I always carved a cheerful smile in front of my father and let my mother feel my face when she was sad.

"Let's eat dad, let Hasan bribe, dad sit down first."

My father had severe depression to psychiatric disorders since his legs were completely paralyzed. I understand how shocked he is and how hard it is to accept the harsh reality.

Then the mother who couldn't see spoke to me often. Mother is a tough woman, she does not want to be fed, and does not want to walk with help if only inside the house.

Today I was lucky to have so many passengers. Absi mother's generous entourage. They're a joint and pay me a million when I only drive them 10 kilometers..

I pray more outside the house.

Every day I buy fried rice to give to the homeless kids who live at the end of my alley.

Today because of the sedans there is sustenance I give them each a pack.

"Eat until it's over and don't fight." Message before leaving them.

Although my income is not much, there is no reason to be lazy to give alms. The stingy nature is not good especially for someone who always asks God like me.

The night is getting late. I decided to take a shower. I use the water left in the bucket, because I am lazy to go to the garden well.

On the mattress that is said to be still soft for me, my eyes closed easily.

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Tomorrow I prepare to fight again, but this time my steps are stopped by the housing agent who stands still while looking at me angrily.

Her name is Ratna Sari, a housing agent.

"When do you want to sell the house?. I don't care if your firm stance makes you cool, you should realize that my offer could be your starting capital to start a new life. Imagine how much money you'll get and what business you can set up. But you don't dare to do it and would rather be a coward who has been living in the heat for years. At least if you can't give happiness to your parents, please make this friend happy by making his job easier."

The final part of Ratna's words made my ears hot. Not wanting to be late, I also ignored Ratna walking quickly to the angkot parked in front of the house.

I can still feel Ratna's gaze. He has not moved from his place.

"I told you I wouldn't sell our land. It's none of your business anyway I can make my parents happy or not. Now go!"

I unconsciously spoke rudely to him. He used to be a very bad boy. A small impact just went straight into his heart.

I chuckle to remember our old school days.

"Remember Hasan. Sooner or later your house will be evicted. If I can't then someone else will." Said Ratna before getting into her car.

My head is mumbling. Ratna's threat means nothing. But if another housing agent intervenes I won't be able to hold them.

They could have approached my parents when I wasn't around. I inherited this strong trait from my mother. But there's no guarantee that my parents will do the same.

I leave everything to the one above and go to work.

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The head of the base called me. "There are passengers in your area. Quickly transport them."

I am so happy to hear more than one passenger. 

I left without stopping by the base and found 3 glamorous-looking female passengers.

They don't seem to be low-key. Why do people like them want to ride an angkot.

"We're going to the milk house. Strike the gas as fast as possible we don't want to be late. If it's too late we won't pay a penny! And why does the place smell like this?"

Yesterday there was a little fever boy who was vomiting in the back. I did wash it but the smell was not gone. Luckily I've installed room fragrances in every corner.

"Sorry, yesterday there was a little boy throwing up on the other end" I said feeling bad.

"That...!!! It should be washed dong!!" Snatch up another woman.

The three women had hesitated to ride my angkot, until finally they decided to keep going up.

The journey to the milk building they were referring to was quite a distance away. 

Slowly the fragrance of my room was replaced by the perfume they were wearing.

These women are very sensitive.

Every time I looked in the mirror one of them would accuse me of glancing at them.

"Eh mas! Don't put his eyes out!"

"I don't see it." My pretext.

But I have to admit that the clothes they wear can indeed make anyone misfocus. Especially in the unclogged part of the thigh.

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