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Ooohhhh my neighbor

Sharmila POV

A red Ferrari parked in front of my house. I hesitated to get out of the car. I still sat there and watched everyone who came to see the luxury car for real. Usually they only see it drawn and through television only.

Right now they could even touch that luxury car. They flocked to come just to see and hold and also wanted to know why this luxury car was parked in front of our contract.

Mr. Regan looked at me confusedly. It must be in his heart he wondered why I didn't go down straight away.

I was preparing the courage to face the anger of my father and my mother. They'll at least ask me where I've been for two weeks.

Mr. Regan looked at me for a moment and then opened his car door. Then he walked over and opened the door for me.

I then went down and saw their eyes widen and their mouths agape looking at me like a ghost incarnated as an angel. Yes to them I was like a ghost that was never seen in their eyes and never existed.

And right now the ghost is being reincarnated into an angel who came down from a red Ferrari.

Their eyes widened as Mr. Regan pushed you in.

"Just see who that is?" Said one of my neighbors. I heard them whispering beside me.

"Open your sunglasses! It was Sharmila. Mr. Doni Johan's son."

"Who was with him? What brother jeng? The car is so fancy. No idea, he can ride this fancy car. I've never been in a car this luxurious in my life." Neighbor said.

"Yes, I've never been in a car this fancy. Just look at it now! Please take a picture of me. I want to sell first." Neighbor Said.

"I'm also jeng. Very nice picture, yes. The car should look all over, not just half. From the side of the picture." Said another neighbor.

I just shook my head at the behavior of my neighbors.

I opened the door of my house that was not locked.

Croeek

In a deserted house and it looks like my dad and my mom haven't woken up yet. They used to go home late at night or almost in the morning and get up at noon almost near lunch time.

It has been their habit for a long time. I never had breakfast when I went to school. Boro-boro breakfast, even they have not woken up. Until I got home from school they just woke up.

"Your house is so quiet." Said Mr. Regan.

"Eh yes.please sit."

"hhhmmm it's not necessary." Said Mr. Regan. "I'll go straight home. I need to get to the office." Said Mr. Regan.

"Thank you Mister. Because it's taking me home."

Then Mr. Regan smiled and walked out of my contract.

He got in the car and started the engine.

I got up and peeked at him from behind the door until the car disappeared and my neighbor broke up.

I walked over and looked at my parents' second room.

I saw the room was empty my father was not home and my mother was not there either. Where did they go about?

Then I cleaned the house that seemed so dirty since I didn't come home two weeks ago.

I then wiped all the windows, doors, chairs, glass and television.

Then I turned on the television after I finished cleaning.

And when I turned on the television, there was news of an arrest made by some police officers at a nightclub.

The police had been stalking them for a long time and they were having a drug party.

And how surprised I am

deg!

It turned out that my father and mother were the ones who were lured by the police.

Then I hardened the sound of the television and wanted to know why and how it all happened?

Between sadness, disappointment and I could do nothing to help them.

I don't have any money at all right now to go there.

Then I saw my piggy bank that I had not kept in my closet for long.

Then I went to the kitchen and saw the remaining jars of rice, because at home there was nothing, forced to cook using makeshift tools.

"Yes..... turns out the gas runs out how is this?"

I was stunned and fell to the floor. How I'm gonna cook while there's no gas. I then thought for a moment while standing watching the empty gas.

How yes?

If I owe, the neighbors will believe that tomorrow I will definitely pay after selling the newspaper?

The money in my arms might just be enough to go to the police station and bring bread to my father and mother.

If I use that money then, how will I get there tomorrow?

I'd better try to get this empty gas to Mpok Ijah's house.

I then walked to the Mpok Ijah stall not far from my house, about 100 meters away.

I will owe it to my neighbor who sells not far from here who also took a selfie with the luxury Ferrari car.

"Mdid?" Mpok Ijah smiled sweetly at me. I was stunned and shocked. Not usually, because usually the face of the technology that immediately welcomed me.

"Yes what's wrong?"

"Can I owe first tomorrow I will pay, my gas runs out, tomorrow after I sell the newspaper I will pay."

"Well just take it, Mila, you can pay tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Huh!

Boleehh's?

Tumben Mpok Ijah would like to pay me a debt, usually only 1000 I should not owe because he was afraid I could not pay it.

"Ehmmmm can Mpok?" I asked again for fear of hearing wrong.

"Yes, of course you can. Oya next time tell your friend that yes, I would like to ride the luxury car." Mpok Ijah.

Whataaaa?

But nevermind!

Just let them think that Mr. Regan is a friend, a brother or whoever they think they are. I don't give a shit.

"Emmm...Yes Mpok, next time Mpok Ijah can ride my friend's car, hehe...." I smiled a little forcefully. Then I brought home the gas that was filled.

Because of the red Ferrari I was riding, they began to be more friendly to me.

It turns out that the coming of Lord Regan in my village in his luxury car brought me luck.

I became easy to owe when I had no money and my neighbors became friendly from then on.

I put it up as I could. I listened carefully and no gas came out, so I started the stove.

And thank God the stove was not as dense as usual and immediately lit up.

I then started cooking rice for lunch as well as my dinner today.

After that I thought that maybe from now on I should be more optimistic and work harder so that I could be free from this situation.

An hour passed and my nose was ripe then I ate it with crackers that were no longer crunchy.

What do you want to eat? I don't have any money and at home there are only crackers that I fried two weeks ago.

After I was full, I saw the piggy bank and I shook. Looks like it's pretty good and I can use it to meet them at the police.

Then I broke the piggy bank.

Pyaarr!

The pants are split.

And I smiled because it turned out that this money was good enough for me to eat a week and also for the police station fare. I think I just collected Ten Thousand Rupiah.

It turned out that there were already fifty thousand, and it was enough to eat one Sunday.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to the newsagent and I'm going to start selling newspapers again before I go to school.