THE LEFT-HANDED HELPER
The lefty the helper eps 135

The twilight has now come, the sky appears to be reddened in the west above the firmament of the earth.

The natural phenomenon is so beautiful at dusk above the lagit of the city of flowers, the breeze of the wind blows giving fresh breath to the inhabitants of the earth after a day of activity.

The atmosphere on the streets still looks crowded by various kinds of vehicles that then pass to and fro.

The street vendors still appear crowded peddling merchandise on the sidewalk of the road from various kinds of food and drinks.

As is the case in a merchant that sells food typical of the region, namely surabi cake, which is again filled by visitors who will buy the food, which is, like a young man with a high body posture and his muscles seem to look stocky, again standing waiting in line.

One by one the buyers of surabi cake had got a turn, including the young man.

''Bade casep ngagaleuh sabaraha?.'' Ask the surabi baker to speak Sundanese.

''Thirty thousand aja tea, plus ten thousand.'' Youthful speech.

Then the surabi baker was confused, and asked the young man.

''All of you are forty thousand.'' Said the surabi.

''No tea, that ten thousand is not for me.'' Answer prmuda.

After hearing the explanation of the young man, the surabi man understood, while the mangosteen.

''Ooh so yeah.'' His word.

Not long after the surabi cake ordered by the young man, already wrapped in two packs, then the young man paid for forty thousand.

Then the young man walked towards a homeless child in a shabby and dirty shirt, who sat daydreaming like holding a rumbling stomach, on the edge of a closed shop.

''Dek nih, it seems you are hungry, eat maybe this food can fill your stomach rumbling.'' Said the young man.

How happy the homeless boy was, then took the package from the young man's hand, and half-kowtowed to thank him.

''Thank you kasiiih sir, you have been kind to me.'' Her speech.

Then the young man lowered his body and sat down next to the homeless boy.

''He's both boys, you don't have parents, why do you choose to live on the streets?.'' Ask the young man.

''I live alone with my sister, my parents are dead, my sister and I are small, and I have to live on the streets for a bite of rice.'' Answer the homeless boy.

''Where is your sister then?.'' Ask the young man.

While eating the surabi cake given by the young man, the homeless boy replied.

''We live in a hut on the outskirts of this market, and my sister is there waiting for me to bring food, so I have not dared to go home, before bringing food for my sister.''

Not felt, hearing the story of the homeless child, the young man was like glazed in both his eyeballs, maybe very moved and pityed with the fate of the homeless child.

''What is your daily actuality, to make money?.'' Ask the young man.

''Usually I'm a pelvic coolie here when things come, but since I've been sick and had three days off, work'an I've taken over, so these three days I sometimes ask, anything so that I can get money, except stealing I do not want to relieve my hunger than having to do work that harms others.'' His word.

''Unfortunately you have no brother, aunt or uncle or uncle?.'' Ask the young man.

For a moment the child was silent and did not immediately answer the question of the young man, then the young man understood his question after seeing the homeless child as again in sadness.

''Prepare brother yes, if the question'an brother made a wound in your heart.'' Said the young man.

The boy just shook his head.

''It's okay sir, I have a sister uncle from mother, and his degree is quite respectable, but ...'' His words are not continued.

''But why?.'' Asked the young man urgently.

''It is not appropriate for sir to be told, however he is still my uncle, so enough I only know, because young I lost my kaka.'' Clearly the child.

''Ooh yes already, even if you don't explain it, I really understand, ooh so you have kaka.'' Said the young man.

''He has, my mother said, I have a boy, but I don't know where now.'' His word.

''Lho ko can, you don't know the existence of your brother?.'' Ask the young man.

''According to the story of the mother, at that time the brother was still in his thirties more, when again there was rain with a thunderstorm, and there was a flash flood to wash away a lot of things, and there was a lot of stuff, at that time kaka was again carried by the late father, because at that time the residents were again evacuated to a safer place, which happened to be an uncle passing by with a losbak car, ibuk also called on uncle to ride in the car, uncle stopped, and mother had climbed on the car, while the water was getting faster coming from above, and when the father had climbed on top of the uncle's car, the uncle immediately rushed his car, continued to surprise the father until the cloth used to hold the kaka apart and fell washed away with the kaka, mother and father shouted at uncle that his son fell and drifted but not in the bus even faster the car drove, to the next day the father and mother reported on rt and rw, then the search was in the movement until le fields, gardens and rivers, but the kaka did not meet, well from there the father to revenge on the uncle, until there was a great quarrel, until there was a great quarrel, and the uncle was battered, then the uncle did not accept, and reported the father to the police, the father could not do anything, finally the father was imprisoned, until his death picked up.'' With the details of the homeless boy told me.

''Your father is not defending, so why did he die in the cell?.'' Ask the young man.

''Because according to the law of police father is wrong, vigilante, and all evidence damning all to the father, the father died because of his fate kaka.'' His word.

And after that, Maghrib's time will soon arrive, and the young man farewells, and pulls out his wallet.

''Ma'ap brother can not stay here for long, because soon want maghrib, and again in the same waiting child and wife, this is money to eat you and your sister tomorrow, tomorrow, and if you need help brother, this is brother's business card, come do not hesitate.'' Said the young man, giving him two pieces of red paper and a business card.

''No need sir, thanks for this food also I am grateful.'' Say the boy.

''It's okay, accept it, because this has become your reward.'' Said the young man.

With trembling hands, the homeless boy received the money given by the young man.

''Thank you sir, you are so noble, may God reward him more than that.'' Her speech.

''Yes, yes, yes you have, you pull first yes.'' Said the young man while hunting on his motorbike, then ignited it with a loud voice piercing the ear.

After the young man left on his motorcycle, the homeless boy left the front of the store where he had sat before, then he saw the business card given by the young man.

''Nandi suryaman, the owner of the workshop and the company's distributor, with street address si'iran alley.'' The homeless boy muttered in his heart.

Then the homeless boy rushed home with food for his sister.

Arriving at the place in a suburban hut behind the pomegranate market, the child opened the door of the hut.

''Dek, this is kaka go home, today kaka can rijki, let's eat first.'' Call the child while giving the package to his sister, a girl about five years old, again lying down lemes.

Then the kaka built his sister by lifting her shoulders, who looked limp from a day of not eating, and the kaka gave her a new glass of aqua white water in his purchase.

And after that, with the taste of his kaka unfortunately on his sister, bribed his sister was rice wrap that can be bought from the money given by the young man named Nandi.

Thirty minutes later the master told the kaka to stop the bribe himself.

''Yes, your stomach hurts if you have to finish the rice.'' Said his sister.

''Yes adek, later when his stomach has eaten his rice in abisin yes.'' Said the kaka.

''Yes ka, it should be slow, it's okay all day not to input what stomach.'' Said the adek.

After that, the face of the adek who was pale, now like a flower that abis in the flush, looks seger, like bleeding again, then the grandfather asked?.

''Where do you get money from?.'' Ask the adek.

''You can love the deck, your brother handsome and mulya heart, even he gave a business card to kaka, and told kaka to come if he needed anything.'' Answer the kaka.

''Who the hell are you, that handsome brother?.'' Ask the adek.

''On the business card, he was named Nandi suryaman, and his house was not too far from here, in the street alley si'iran deck.'' Said the kaka.

''Very well, brother Nandi was, but he did not know.'' Said adek.

''Yes deck, how about tomorrow we go there who knows if we can work there.'' Said the kaka.

''I'm ashamed, we're just dirty and dirty homeless kids.'' Said adek.

''Iya kaka also sometimes think so, but brother Nandi once said, if you need anything to say there, do not hesitate he said.'' Said the kaka.

''Yes already then, how will tomorrow be ka.'' Said the adek.

While the day was approaching Maghrib and the sound of the Adhan was heard reverberating, the young man who bought a surabi cake that was none other than Nandi had arrived in front of his house, then he entered with a package containing surabi cake.

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