
Demian looked at the sun covered in clouds. Rinai rain soaked her disheveled hair.
The street in front of his house looked quiet. No one was seen passing by. Until his ears heard the sound of a kitten who was shelter in front of the gate of his house.
Suddenly his eyes caught a body crouching beside the trash.
His hands scavenged the dirty place until his head entered a little into the trash can made of large plastic barrels.
Demian curious.
What is he looking for?
The net switched to a sack of rice container size of fifty kilos. Apparently a scavenger, Demian's little heart murmured.
He stepped in the gate. But he was curious again and his eyes glanced at the middle-aged man who was now clearly visible all over his dirty face.
The man grinned, finding a box of rice still intact.
It was the rice that Bi Minah had brought for me this morning! Demian's heart.
The man made Demian swallow his saliva.
Boxed rice that has been thrown into the trash. In a cardboard box that has been slightly torn because of drizzling rain water for several hours.
Surely the smell of the trash had stung into the contents of the rice box that his household assistant threw away.
The man ate very well.
His face looks happy, although the kitten who was staring at the gate of the house Demian secretly participated in enjoying the rice box he picked up in the trash.
Instantly Demian was struck with wet eyes.
That guy, dirty guy. Walking alone with a sack of plastic junk he picked up on the street.
He is most likely lonely. Hunger until no longer care about what is eaten and what goes in his stomach that screams for contents.
The box of rice that Demian had thrown away turned out to be a happiness for the middle-aged man.
Demian shed tears.
So many people in this world get a humiliating ordeal with poverty. But they keep fighting and fighting. Although some people look at him disgustedly and only look one eye. But they are still excited for tomorrow. Hope there is a pinch of happiness from the Most Merciful God.
Demian turned to the kitten who was meowing in the cold. Alone, not with his parents and family. But now he had the affection of the middle-aged man who even willingly split two fried chicken from a rice box.
That's life. All are continuous through the chain of life. They depend on each other and need each other.
Feeling constantly stared at by Demian, the man felt awkward and clumsy. He nodded politely as he wrapped up the remaining rice and left the gate of Demian's house.
The little cat that was eating with him was tightly hugged. It looks like he will be taken as his life companion. Might as well.
"Wait!" exclaim Demian.
He ran into the house. Took out a few hundred thousand pieces of his wallet that were scattered in the room.
Demian came out, but the middle-aged man was gone.
"Sir! Sir!!!"
Demian ran here and there. Trying to chase the scavenger who makes his mind back open.
Thankfully, it turned out that he was still able to chase after the man because the rain had not subsided.
"Sir! This is! Don't eat food from the trash! A stomachache later! Buy it at a simple restaurant. This money can be to buy food for a few days!"
Demian felt the tightness in his chest slowly diminish, after finding the sincerity smile from the middle-aged man's pale lips.
Demian's consciousness was recovering.
His shame reappeared. His battle-loving soul is now emerging again.
How much God gave him so much grace. Even with half the burden of life and soul wounds that are difficult to forget even though his age has increased.
Demian was crying under the shower that was hanging from his body.
His eyes were rubbed on the invitation letter lying on the side of the door of his room.
Satria and Devana Wandira's wedding invitation letter.
He was pleased, finally his Gege had found happiness. He also began to realize, that Surya Abdi had also obtained a mooring.
Everything has changed. Over time things get better and better. In contrast to her who actually seemed to retreat further back.
Demian cried in a shower that made her drown in sadness.
The sun has revealed itself again.
The afternoon sky is bright even tends to be hot.
At one o'clock in the afternoon.
The 27-year-old man is back in bed.
He wears his best clothes. Demian wants to visit her lover's navel.
Nabila's burial ground is still wet. Even the sides were flooded with drizzling rain water this morning by noon.
His fingers cleaned Nabila's dirty tombstone exposed to splashes of red soil around it.
"When! Rest in peace! Me, now I will fight my life again, Nabila! Thank ye. Thank you for being my life friend all along! Thank you!... I don't know what I would be without you, Prophet! Maybe I am the one who left this world first. I love you so much. I love you with a heart. But God has another story for our story. I am now only interested in God's destiny. Prophets,... Me, I'm going to move to another city. I want to join Papa Rendy who opened a property and landscaping business in L. I may not be able to visit you here often! Forgive me, Prophet!"
Demian's tears fell a few drops.
He has determined, will move to the city of L. Try his luck in a small town that is at the stage of development. Join his uncle who has now emigrated and become a good person.
Glen and Elli don't know the plan yet. Because both parents were busy taking care of their factory which began to fall.
Not meant to leave Papa Mama to work alone. But Demian just wanted to show the two, that that was how he was yesterday-yesterday.
Struggling alone, trying to re-establish Grandfather's glory in his youth.
But his efforts were in vain because he could not support and support from other family members.
The middle-aged man who was alone scavenging the trash can of his parents' house made Demian aware of the true meaning of life.
As long as life is still contained in the body, it is appropriate that we human beings struggle to work hard to improve the standard of living more worthy.
Many people don't have a chance as good as they do. Have complete parents. His relatives and relatives who he can still ask for help if he sincerely asks.
Now it's time for him to rise. Struggling on both feet. Try his own luck, with his own strength.
Demian felt it was time to change.
...💌TO BE CONTINUE'S...