I'm the Newspaper Seller
5. Go home

The voice of Azan in the mosque was heard echoing tonight some of the people who appear to be using taluku appear flocking towards the mosque the darker the light of the left lamp has really been turned on now they

Bastian and the four friends of the newspaper seller are now stepping together towards their respective homes. Every step that passed there was a laugh that accompanied their every step until the joke stopped when they were in the stall. This place is where they always buy food for them to bring home from the results they sell newspapers and tissues.

"There's Koh rice?" asked Sodiq when he arrived at the shop.

He looked at the man who was wearing a Chinese hat. His name is koh Li, a man in his 60s who has narrowed eyes with gray hair.

"Lu cai what was that?"

"Find the rice, Koh. Any?"

"Adultiplying. There are twelve here. How many liters do you want?" asked Koh Li who seemed busy counting some of the money on his hands.

"A liter, Koh."

"A liter of a?"

"Yes Koh."

"Me too, Koh. It's a quart, '" said Bastian, pointing his finger.

While others are seen picking up one by one the items they will buy. Bastian is now silent waiting for koh Li who seems to fill the literan made of iron with rice.

Bastian turned to look at Mandra and Badrul who were holding a few packs of noodles while Joy only seemed silent waiting for her friends to finish shopping.

"You don't want to buy anything, Joy?" ask Bastian.

"No. I don't want to buy anything."

Bastian nodded.

"Oh yeah like we all have to go back home, because when eight Mommy and Papi are back from work."

Bastian nodded then in a hurry he who took the money out of his pants pocket and gave it to koh Li did not forget also he bought a few packs of noodles to eat tonight.

After enough, they continue their journey. Fortunately, the road to their house was in line so they could go home together.

Joy arrived at her house. Now they are in a complex where the average person is rich. Many houses are high-rise and have high fences, no less high than Joy's house.

Bastian and other friends when they first saw Joy's house were surprised instead of playing. They were all average who only had a small and narrow house did not expect if Joy, the same newspaper seller's friend seemed to have a house that was so very magnificent.

For them this was not just a house but a palace. The palace that they often imagine and he saw along with other friends.

They had seen big houses on TV owned by koh Li when they stopped to buy rice and other supplies.

"You don't want to stop by?" tawar Joy made the other friends look at each other.

Badrul laughed grimly and then stepped forward to make Bastian quickly pull Badrul's wrist to make the fat man's steps restrained.

"No need. We don't have to stop by. Your house will be dirty."

Badrul's lips now became sullen after hearing what Bastian had said.

"But why?" whispered Badrul who did not accept.

"I know what you're thinking. You're going to eat a lot at Joy's house" she guessed.

"Well yes. Look at Joy's big house! Joy's house is big, it means a lot of food in Joy's house" Badrul explained with a drunken smile.

"Keep I should think what?"

"Already! It's already! If we stop by Joy's house it means Mandra will also go into Joy's house."

"Why indeed?" asked Badrul who did not understand.

Bastian took a long breath.

"See Mandra's body! Mandra's body is dirty if his feet step on the clean floor of Joy's house can certainly be dirty. Moreover, does Mandra smell if Joy's house so rotten how?"

"Do you want responsibility?" added Bastian while whispering with the look of his face that seemed to frighten make Badrul now silent.

"How did everyone stop by?" ask Joy.

"No need, Joy. We want to go home," Bastian refused to make Joy nod and not for a long time he pulled the fence until some of Joy's house guards in black uniforms approached Joy who looked surprised.

"Run all!" bidkmy Joy has her friends make Bastian, Mandra Badrul and Sodiq quickly run.

Of course Joy would not want her housekeeper to know that Joy is friends with poor people like Bastian and his other friends.

The journey continued and now left Bastian, Mandra and Sodiq. They stepped up while discussing a little about Joy's life that was so pleasant.

According to them, the view of children and poor children like them having a big house means having a good life like sleeping on a soft mattress, smooth walls, and so on, beautiful roof and air-conditioned room.

That's what they think, but apparently there are rich kids who prefer to be difficult people like them, for example, I'm Joy.

If only Bastian could be in Joy's position maybe he didn't want to bother being in the hot sun while offering newspapers and wipes to buyers. To profit if anyone wants to buy otherwise we will only get a mockery and reproach from people.

Slowly the high house is now reduced replaced with trees and roads that are no longer paved. Wooden houses are visible, garbage is scattered, houses are crammed and laundry is scattered with clothesline as if blocking the view.

Yes this is a residential place like Bastian and his friends. Sodiq arrived first. He waved at Bastian, Mandra and Badrul. The boy arrived at his house first.

Sodiq was greeted by his grandmother who had apparently been waiting on the door lip. Her grandmother was seen smiling as Sodiq stuck out a bag of rice and a few packs of noodles.

Bastian and his friends are very happy. Severe fellow fighters smile people at home must know what it feels like to see their loved ones smile at their own deeds.

"You don't want to stop by?" tawar Badrul who now supports his waist when he was in front of his house.

"No, we go straight home. Aren't you, Ra?"

Mandra nodded while occasionally scratching his head making Bastian sigh long.

"I go first, yes," said Bastian then ran away from Mandra who immediately gawked.

Bastian left him like he did last night.

"Bastian wait!" yelled Mandra and ran.

Bastian actually does not want to linger close to Mandra because his figure is quite not keeping clean. I don't know why his best friend this one is quite smelly especially if the hours like this.

"Bastian wait!"

"Ah don't come near! If you want to get close you take a shower first!!!" yelled Bastian who now set foot up the stairs of his house while Mandra now runs away while looking at Bastian who is now next to his house.

Bastian and Mandra, they're neighbors. It seems like God is testing Bastian. His friend who he often stayed away while working was because of his body odor somehow had to be brought closer as a neighbor however, Bastian seems a little lucky and grateful because he does not need to be afraid to go home because Mandra's house is right next door.