The Neglected Pearl
Part 6 The Cruel Cruelty

While alone on a tree, Fatma began to feel sleepy but when she was about to close her eyes, she was suddenly startled by the voice of a woman who rebuked her.

“Hei! old beggar, go there! already close, stinky anyway, make my trade shit!”

“Good Mom, I'll go,” replied Fatma away from the place.

When passing in front of the traveling meatballs trader, suddenly Fatma's face was watered with a glass of water, spontaneously Fatma was stirred up for him.

“Astaghfirullah, what is this? How am I watered, what am I wrong, same Mother?”

“Mom's fault, yes! Wrong Mom approached my merchandise, bring shit tau! Go there, far away! make it a loss!”

“Yes Allah! cruel to them, if every trader is like that, then broken the faith on this earth,” Fatma muttered softly.

Because Fatma was driven away from the meatball trader, it felt so heavy struggle he did, just for a bite of rice.

Fatma's heart was very sick, with the incident that she had just experienced, did not want to linger, Fatma went straight to the junkyard, to sell her search results for half a day.

After everything was weighed, Fatma only earned a wage of five thousand, actually not worth the suffering she experienced that day.

Both Mang Ojo and Bu Fatma and their five children, they both have different problems. But no matter how hard they face, no one can take them home. Must disappear and end when stepping into the door of the house.

Home to Mang Ojo and his family is a paradise of the world. A place to rest and a place to share feelings. Mang Ojo strictly forbid his family to enter the house with a sullen face, all must look cheerful.

One day, while Mang Ojo was walking around in a red light junction, Mang Ojo was then startled by the noise from the east of Jakarta, many people were running around avoiding the noise.

Mang Ojo also ventured to ask one of the young men who happened to pass in front of him.

“What the hell is it, Den? Why is everyone running around?” asked Mang Ojo in surprise.

“O, the. There's a tauran sir!” answer the young man.

“Ooo, brawl. Where's Den's brawl?”

asked Mang Ojo curiously.

“Tuh! they are heading here,” said the young man as he pulled Mang Ojo's hand away from the place.

“Aduh Den, why tug at Mamang's hands! What if Mamang falls?” yelled Mang Ojo.

But the young man did not heed Mang Ojo's exclamation, he continued to run all the way. After feeling far away, the young man stopped and released Mang Ojo's hand.

Seeing the man he was holding felt overwhelmed, the young man helped lift the beans that Mang Ojo brought.

“O Yes, Sir. We better rest here!” the young man said while looking for a seat.

“Whose brawl anyway, Den?”

“That's kids High School.”

“Which SMA boy Den?” asked Mang Ojo to know.

“That's it sir, I don't know either, they came all of a sudden! it's selling Father huh?”

“Iya Den, this is Mamang selling. Aden can call Mamang if you want!”

“That's yes?”

“Iya Den.”

“Alright I call it Mamang aja, indeed Mamang sale kacangnya how long ago?”

“Udah tens of years Den!”

“Waah it's been a long time ago, if so I want to try dong! usually people who are already experienced in trading, surely the trading is good and awake.”

“Bby, Aden stay tasting, do not pay kok!” said Mang Ojo while opening the plastic cover nut.

“O, that's it! I tried it, Mang!”

“Please!” man Ojo replied briefly.

"The nuts are delicious, Mang, it feels delicious, I want to wrap Mang, to take home.”

“Bby, for souvenirs yes, Den?”

“Iya Mang make Papa with Mama at home.”

“If for Papa and Mama, Aden does not need to be paid, consider a sign of thanks Mamang for Aden who has nolongin Mamang earlier .”

“Ah Mamang don't dong, I will be bad!” the young man said as he reached into his pants pocket and took out fifty thousand bills.

“So Mamang said, don't pay!”

“Do not go that way, Mang. This will sell Mamang, later you can lose!”

“Nggak Den, if only that much, Mamang will not lose, what else is all that for the most meritorious person in Aden.” life

“Call me Niko, Mang.”

“Den Niko yes, His name is ?”

“Iya, Mang.”

Then Niko immediately slipped the money into the pocket of Mang Ojo's clothes, Mang Ojo initially continued to reject it, but because Niko was good at talking, Mang Ojo was finally forced to accept it.

“But Mamang has no change Den, after all Mamang has said no need to be paid, why Aden pay also?”

“Nnothing kok Mang, we just met, the hell time I have to make Mamang loss, besides pity am Mamang, fortunately the nuts are not much! Eee even I make a loss.”

“Okaya aja times, Den,” replied Mang Ojo while handing over the package of boiled beans to the young man.

“If Mamang does not have his change Mamang take aja.”

“Waah no need Den!”

“Nothing Kok Mang.”

“Is it really okay?”

“Iya, Mang.”

“Let Den Niko lose youo!”

“Ngak.”

“Ya already, thanks, Den.”

“Sama-sama Mang.”

“O Yes Den Mamang so wonder, why the kids are brawling hobby anyway?”

“Iya Mang I was also surprised, ranging from SD, Junior High School, even to college, they are all brawling hobbies, applying anarchists and even harming others.”

“Iya Den, now high school is mostly just to find popularity only. Many of them are not really demanding knowledge, what else if his parents are an official. She must have been acting arbitrarily.”

“What yes, so Mang? Mamang do not just talk about it, later it can be reported back to you.”

“If Den Niko does not believe, just try to investigate yourself.”

“I believe Kok Mang.”

“Try Aden pay attention to himself, if in a child it is not instilled strong faith values and good mental development, then the child tends to look for his own identity. They are easily instigated and provoked by irresponsible people,” explained Mang Ojo.

“Iya right it Mang! it turns out Mamang's thinking is very brilliant too huh? By the way Mamang graduated school what the hell?”

“Mamang is only SMA graduated, Den!”

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