Starlike
Chapter 9

...We have our own happiness, and my way of happiness is very simple, which is to share with each other....

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I enjoy this morning working out in the stadium. Breathing fresh air and the crowd of people who are also exercising while culinary of course.

If there is Fathur maybe he prefers to exercise around the apartment than in the stadium, what else on Sunday. Fathur does not like the crowd when exercising. Very sensitive, if you know I wear tight clothes to form curves and my chest is too prominent when exercising. Fathur will reog, chatty and angry like a child.

And Fathur will threaten.

" Replace, otherwise I tear your shirt here."

If that's the threat of Fathur, I can't argue. I will obey like a child while my lips are pursed and kamit berated Fathur.

And Fathur was quite silent because I never obeyed his words just about clothes.

Shitty right?

But indeed, women should not be too able to show their curves or breasts that are too prominent. It will make men's eyes are rarely tempted and will tease him until it ends with sexs*al abuse.

Sometimes women themselves make themselves lose.

It feels like I need to be grateful to have a friend like Fathur, he will remind me and will be my protector. I seemed to be very meaningful in his life, even though I and Fathur did not have blood ties. But he always treated me more than like a friend.

I ran alone, enjoying my morning run with the song of the airpods in my ear. Dress casually, wear black training, white clothes, white shoes and do not forget also I dipol my hair a little high so that my sweat does not wet my hair too much.

I went outside the stadium one lap and stopped when I was tired. Sit straighten your legs and wipe away sweat.

" Neng's white water?" Barat the fathers, the hawker brought a drink in a large tramos on his shoulders.

" Can, one sir. How much."

I noticed that he was wearing a stick to jump his body, and sorry, he had a deficiency in his right leg.

" Five thousand Neng." He said, holding out a bottle to me.

I take one red note in my cassing phone, I always slip it in there when I exercise outside and don't have to bother carrying a wallet. But sometimes I don't have to pay if I want to buy something while with Fathur, he will pay for all the snacks I want.

Royal is not Fathur? Who wouldn't want to be Fathur's girlfriend then. I'm just happy to get a free snack especially her lover later, will definitely be more royal.

Why am I not willing!

But I don't want Fathur to be taken advantage of by his sadness later. And I hope Fathur gets a good companion like himself.

Yeah, like he was nice to me.

" Just go back to the father." I said to the peddler.

" Some neng?"

" Thank you, thank you." Said he was happy. " Hopefully the luck will increase a lot." He prayed for me in the morning.

" Amin." My answer is a sincere smile.

So wide a smile on his lips, feels happy and happy to get money for him very much. I know, not how much profit selling bottled drinks. But they keep selling it, for the sake of the necessities of life.

I prefer people selling, working as scavengers rather than asking for things. But sometimes, people who ask for is also not their desire, they are forced because they do not have the capital to sell asongan. But there are also those who are naive and prefer to beg than sell that do not have a lot of profit.

Such people are lazy to work and prefer to get mercy from people. I hate that the most.

Like he told me.

" Never beg, for your pride is not bought."

Self-esteem cannot be bought. And self-esteem means a lot to death. Once you beg for mercy, then you will get scorn, scorn and also bullyan.

Until that's why I want to be a successful and independent woman, working hard without asking for mercy from people. Because I know, it hurts to be humiliated and humiliated when I'm still nothing.

The sun was already starting to get a little high and still so crowded. I decided to go home, and refused to buy snacks. Lazy if there is no Fathur. But I remember when I had to buy food that was wrapped neatly. Buy a few packs of food before leaving the stadium.

My habit every morning, under the overpass. Sharing what I bought and ate without distinguishing anything.

" Thank you, mbak."

" Thank you, may Allah repay Neng's kindness."

" Thank you aunt."

There are many more, sayings and prayers from those who get as far as morning.

It feels good to be able to share, the heart to be happy, the mind to be calm and remain grateful to enjoy what we have.

Keep sharing even if not how big the nominal. And at least, you can get a decent reward someday. With kindness and good prayers from those you have selflessly given.

Enough God, me and those who know without telling others.

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Welcome to the guests.

I was standing in front of a red-carpeted European-style building. Walking with Nana entered a luxurious building with fresh flowers and congratulations from relatives, friends, and companies. and of course there is also the name of my boutique in a series of birthday greetings for my boutique customers who always order party clothes at my place. And he invited me to his show.

Honestly, I'm a little lazy and reluctant to come to this show of rich people. But for the sake of him who invited me directly, it felt very reluctant if he did not come. I came with Nana, so as not to be alone in a rich man's party.

The life of a rich man like this, spending a lot of money after a night celebrating his birthday. No matter how big the expenditure, as long as they can get pleasure. And of course, get compliments from those who come on the show.

Wouldn't that compliment make people more arrogant and higher in self-esteem.

Ah...

The metropolitan people.