I'm the Newspaper Seller
2. I'm That Boy

The sound of a horn sounded so loud in the sense of hearing as some riders sounded the horn as a reprimand to the riders who were at the front if the red light had changed to a green light made the vehicle pass by.

The boy in shabby clothes and dusty dirt made the clothes look very dirty and some newspapers were in his arms. The boy was seen pulled over on the side of the road precisely under a red light while leaning his body on a lamp post.

His gaze stared at the red light in hopes that the green light would turn into a red light. The 10-year-old boy has a tan skin that is mature, this is a sign of how sadistic hot sun burns the surface of the boy's skin to successfully change the original skin color of the boy.

Now the green light turns orange until it turns red. Until so many vehicles stopped waiting for the green light and this is an opportunity for the boy who uses a blue hat that is rather large in his head.

This is not a hat of his own but this hat he got on the streets. It's possible that the owner didn't realize that his hat had fallen onto the asphalt called Bastian. Yes a rather thin-bodied boy with such a gallant appearance. Let's just say that boy is an iron bone. must have a lot of body resistance to face this world.

You need to know again if the boy's name is Bastian. That boy was the man in the car. Bastian used to be a poor boy who had to sell newspapers every day to motorists and motorists.

Now the activity was like what he did now who was offering several newspapers and some tissue packs to motorists and cars. He came to the car to the car and some other vehicles were expecting someone to buy some newspapers and also a tissue in his arms.

"Want to read the newspaper? The newspaper is very good. There is news that has gone viral in this newspaper."

That's what Bastian told a thick-moustached man who was in the car holding the steering wheel. The thick mustachioed man stared at the uncomfortable and cynical or not like Bastian who was still standing in front of the window of his car.

"Want to buy?" bargain Bastian again and not long after the man in thick mustache was moving his fingers trying to expel Bastian.

"The price is not expensive, if you have a discount later," explained Bastian is not easy to give up.

"No, no!" he answered tightly without looking at Bastian.

"It's only ten thousand two, it's the cheapest price, sir. If you buy in the store it costs more."

The man glanced at a glance and put on an annoyed face.

You stingy guy. He did not know that such a boy needed money. Or maybe the old man had a heart like a stone that did not have the sympathy of fellow humans. Maybe like this some people who live in Jakarta, not all but almost equally. For Bastian there is no longer a good-hearted human like an angel who comes and gives him a lot of money. Yeah, looks like the real angel won't do it either.

"Mom, do you want to buy a tissue or a newspaper?" bargain Bastian on a woman who is still in her car.

The woman did not answer. He was seen staring at Bastian for a moment and grabbed several pieces of money and immediately stuck out toward Bastian.

Just now Bastian wanted to reach for the money suddenly accidentally the woman took off her grip from the end of the money sheet until the money fell onto the asphalt making Bastian quickly duck to grab the money.

After he got up he could see if the glass of the woman's car had been closed tightly until Bastian could no longer see the woman's figure as before. Bastian smiled at the sheet of money whose value was not too large had been in the grasp.

Bastian tapped on the surface of the car's glass window which was so very dark and only showed the reflection of his face there. Not long after the car drove away leaving Bastian who now quickly ran to the road siren after knowing if the red light had changed to green and that means Bastian must back standing under the red light pole.

Bastian stuffed some money into his pants pocket. As usual, someone gave money away for free. Maybe the woman thought if she wanted to ask the same as some adults who were sticking out their fingers asking for money to pedestrians and other riders while playing music that is good made of bottle lombok cover more precisely is a busker.

Here there are so many countless street buskers there are even some people who are not from the original Jakarta but from some areas who came deliberately to Jakarta just to busking or beggingask the people who are here.

Maybe they think Jakarta people are mostly rich people but it seems to Bastian that is not true even many Jakarta people whose lives are what Bastian now feels. Life is miserable and spends its time under the hot sun.

Don't doubt how Bastian's daily life is full of fatigue. Just look now, the sweat that soaked his face did not heed or lower his spirit. When the red light turned green he returned to the action by offering some newspapers and also a tissue on the driver who was waiting for the green light.

Not only is Bastian alone doing this like offering newspapers or tissues to people but there are so many kids doing this. Not just one but Bastian once counted about 30 children.

Feet that do not use footwear must be forced to sting the hot sun that burns the surface of the asphalt along with the soles of his feet are slowly thickened. Maybe this is painful for the thick skin that there is a bit of a rupture in the heel of the foot and for Bastian this is very common for the figure of a child like him.

Complaining is not a part of him because in fact this state of bitterness imposes a boy like it must be stronger than his age which is still relatively small.