Great Youth Like Gods
The Cloud and Azzahra meet
The sky looks dark, though, the sound of the adhan resounded and sounded melodious in the ears of a beautiful ten-year-old girl who was asleep in the middle of the expanse of rice fields that there is sahung for farmers to rest when it is done hoeing or just just expel birds pipit eat rice owned by farmers.
"Mother........ Mommy........ Wake up..... Nabil's hungry...... " His words while shaking shake his body.
"The woman called Mother by the ten-year-old boy, opened her eyes while rubbing nguce by both hands, her consciousness is not yet one hundred percent, he said, He then woke up from his sleep and smiled full of falsehood covering his sadness in his heart.
"You hungry, son.?" You want to eat, baby.!
"Yes....... Nabil nodded.!!
"Come on. We're looking for food.!! Mother's money has all been stolen by the taxi driver who took us both.! Mother has nothing now. We have to find food to survive in this strange place." The woman explained.
"Mother...... Why don't you just go back to my dad's.?" Why do we have to torture ourselves both by leaving Dad." Speak plainly to his son who does not understand all this.
Azzahra, no more power. Her tears fell down immediately. He tried from the time he woke up from his sleep so as not to cry but what power.
"Maap....... Make Mother cry.! Lirih Nabil while wiping the tears of her biological mother.
"Honey......... You don't have to ask for maap. It's all a fate we both have to live. You will understand with time. Why is the world so cruel. But we both should not despair about the journey we will face in the future. Enough you are next to Mother. It will be beautiful in time." Azzahra advised Nabil while stroking his hair.
One year they both Luntang Lantung live moved from village A to village B from road C to road D and from market F to market G while lamenting the journey of life so bitterly, the world was turned upside down for both of them, the previous life was full of luxury, and happiness was now turned upside down full of suffering, to eat even they both had to ask for the mercy of people. The humiliation and expulsion had become a daily meal for both of them. Drastic is really concerned about a Big Mistress and Young Miss the son of Moch Ismail, the richest man in his country, to simply fill his stomach must search the landfill.
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Main market in small town West Java. Sundays.
At 03:00 in the morning an 11-year-old boy stepped down from the green angkot with a feisty step towards the entrance of a large four-story building. Smiles and greetings to the traders who sell in the early morning became the routine of children who are still in school in the Elementary School.
It has been almost a week more his mind and eyes are on two different women age quite far, he said, the woman and the little boy always slept at the kiosk where the young man always helped and opened the stall owned by Mr. Ibrahim.
Arriving at the kiosk owned by Mr. Ibrahim as usual the young man immediately opened his stall, and politely woke up the two women who were asleep in front of the trading stall table of Mr. Ibrahim.
"Mom....... Ma'am....... Wake up....... I'm opening a stall." Said the child who was the same age as the child of the half-old woman.
The woman looked exactly like a traveler in a seedy dress and the face that I was so cut off woke up and immediately said.
"please. Prepare us both, son. Again and again fall asleep before you open the stall that belonged to his employer." The woman then got up and came down from the table carrying her sleeping child.
"Ahkp...... No need to ask maap maap maam. Should his son be moved in a kiosk that is still not open. Poor's still asleep." The young man's advice while unlocking the lock of the kiosk.
"The stall owner has arrived. The little boy as usual permission to sell plastic bags while bringing groceries mother and father who has become his subscription.
Azzahra Masika Fatharani and his son as usual asked all the stall merchants to just fill his empty stomach.
Right at the end of the four-story building on the lower floor made the market by the owner of the building and has been authorized by the Government. A small child walked out from the lower floor of the mother market to the shophouse shop lined with a piece of paper written goods to be purchased on the orders of Mr. Ibrahim.
Instantly the boy passed by three empty shophouses heard the sound of a child crying, because of curiosity the child then stepped his feet towards the sound that was in the empty shophouse.
How surprised after peeking at a half-old woman being in football by the man who became a thug in the mother market, the mother market, and beside her a little girl was crying because she saw the half-old woman grimacing in pain.
"Creak............!
"Kang Dayat Stop....... Shouted the little boy.
The thug then turned his body and stared intently at the voice that arrived and told to stop the kick to the dirty woman.
"German.............. You don't interfere. I must teach this thief a lesson." Said the thug named Dayat.
"He stole what Kang.?" Look at me Kang.! Cassian they both." Pinta the boy called Cloud.
"Wans....... Please maap. I was just told by Mr. Isak, the owner of the fruit stall. He said every time they both begged always take the fruit that was in the trade, right." Dayat said market thugs explained.
"Ohk......... So Kang.........!! Yes...... It's been...... Better to stop, the lady was battered in the beat up and in football by Kang Dayat. For Mr. Isak let me speak." Said the Child.
"Huh........... Well okay....... L saw you. If I hadn't looked at you Clouds, I would've killed this woman along with her son." Said Dayat then stepped out of the empty shophouse.
"Thank you Kang.!
The thugs stopped. Then he said to the clouds.
"It is better that the woman and the child do not beg in this market Clouds." Kang Dayat's Advice. But it's up to you. Akang just gave me advice. You know for yourself how Sipat and the character of Mr. Isak." Dayat reminded him.
"Ready Kang. I tried to speak kindly to that mother." Word Cloud.
Seriate.