I'm the Newspaper Seller
10. The Rich Man's Suitcase
Under the hot shade of the hot sun in Jakarta, Bastian now chooses to take shelter in front of a supermarket that looks so crowded. Here he can take shelter while occasionally looking at some supermarket visitors who came in and out through the big door.
It feels like Bastian also wants to be able to enter the supermarket room and choose some food that he can buy, however, Bastian realized that the price of the goods sold in the supermarket must be much more expensive.
And of course he also did not have much money to be able to buy snacks sold in supermarkets. Looking from the outside alone has made Bastian's heart become happy especially if he can buy it. Now Bastian is determined if later who became a rich man then he will buy this supermarket.
Bastian is now standing in front of the big glass that makes both hands stick to the glass surface while peeking at some buyers who are waiting in long lines. They all look so serious.
From here Bastian could see there was so much that those people bought even the items he bought they put in the trolley to make Bastian become horrified himself seeing the amount they bought.
What price should they pay to pay for the things they buy?
Hah, of course they can buy it because they are all rich and different people like Bastian who is just a newspaper salesman's son.
Red banknotes alone never last how he could go in and buy the goods sold in the supermarket.
Dream, yes if Bastian can buy one of the goods sold in the supermarket it may be just a dream or a hope that is always desired by the figure of Bastian.
"Hey, get out of there! You're blocking the buyer. You dirty kid, newspaper salesman. Now get out of the way!"
Bastian could hear the sound and quickly Bastian stepped back as the woman in the supermarket uniform stepped out through a large door made of translucent glass.
Bastian can see the look in the eyes of the woman who looks so sharp it seems like he is really angry or indeed he does not like to see the figure of a child like Bastian who is around the supermarket.
For them children like Bastian only become a bully or maybe he is afraid if Bastian will beg the buyers who are in this supermarket even though Bastian's intention is nothing but to take shelter, that's just nothing more.
The view of the rich is like that assume the little people always intend to ask for them but, it is not in accordance with what happened in fact.
Bastian didn't intend to beg, but if anyone gave him who would refuse?
Bastian is still faced with women who have frowning forehead. The two curved eyebrows now look like angry birds, really very creepy.
"Basar poor boy newspaper seller. Don't touch this glass! This glass has been cleaned if you touch it with dirty hands you can later make the glass can be dirty again."
"If the glasses are dirty, do you want to clean them? Huh huh? Want to?!!" his shout made Bastian now only able to be silent until some people look at him and make Bastian now the center of attention.
No one wants to defend Bastian, of course in the eyes of the many Bastian people who have mistakes.
"Sorry, brother. I don't mean to dirty the glass, anyway my hands aren't dirty," said Bastian defending while sticking out his hands showing the woman if her palm was really not as dirty as he thought.
Yes, apparently it is true what the woman said if her hands were too dirty to touch the glass surface. Bastian chuckled as he scratched his head, not so comfortable apparently.
It was true what this woman said that her hands were dirty.
"Sorry, brother. Ii'm sorry. I don't mean to dirty it then I clean it first, yes," said Bastian then with a vibrating fingers he rubbed his palms on the surface of the glass wall making the woman scream annoyed.
"Eh, don't touch that! Look at the dirty glass! You don't have ears or anything, you stupid son of a bitch!"
"That's why you're a school! Where are your parents? Why don't you go to school? Why just selling newspapers gets in the way of the streets."
"You know that your presence in the supermarket only annoys people. There go! If buyers see you here, people won't buy."
"Play he'll go somewhere else. There go!" his expulsion made Bastian just nod.
Rich people are like this. He steadfastly insulted a little person like this. Must what? Angry cannot be because the rich will still be the winner while the poor will still be the loser.
Before more and more people who became the center of attention Bastian finally decided to step away. He rested his body under the hot sun under the red light.
He uses newspapers on his head as a protector from the heat of the sun in the city of Jakarta which is slowly not decorated with trees anymore.
Yes, the trees here are quite far away until the hot temperatures become more and more during hours like this.
The sound of the vehicle exhaust, the sound of honks scattered as if stabbing the eardrum, sweat pouring, hot, lethargic, and hungry. Everything is fused into one but, Bastian must not give up he must still be able to conquer all, this for the sake of one thing for the sake of that, Mama.
After peddling newspapers and wipes at a red light he sat back under a red light. He sat on the edge of the foundation stone of the lamppost and then for a while looked at the people who passed by like they did not consider the figure of Bastian in this place.
Both of Bastian's eyes are now centered on several people with suspicious looks. Of course because it looks exactly like the thugs on tv-tv.
They are dressed in black, a lot of tearing, long hair and accessories as a complement make them look more like criminals.
Bastian was made silent for a moment even when the green light turned red where at that time he was always peddling newspapers and wipes now Bastian was made silent staring at the thugs who were seen whispering while glancing towards an old man who wanted to cross.
From here Bastian could see the figure of a man in a black suit with a stature like a rich man holding a large black suitcase.
Bastian looked at them fixedly and staked out every move the man made. For a long time the thugs were silent while staring at the people around him and unconsciously if there was a figure of Bastian who had been staring at him until Bastian's eyes rounded when the thug was immediately attractive the black-clothed suitcase was forcibly carried away while another friend pushed the old man to the asphalt.