The Stake of Liberty: The Journey of Worldruler
Not always a loser

01-08-2016

The twilight sky looks absolutely beautiful, emitting orange, yellow and pink colors on the sky canvas.

The young man walked alone through the Cikutra area, seeing many school children wandering around for food and drink snacks.

There are also those who play baseball, soccer, there are also those who play in the cafe and arcade. Rahmania Urfana wants to have the same beautiful moments as them.

"Must stop by the market dlu." he stopped by Nusanmart to buy supplies of consumer goods at home.

Nusanmart, a supermarket store established since 1994. Provide a variety of primary and secondary needs as priority.

Urfana has a Nusanmart membership card by registering a student card with her phone number. He always filled the balance to shop.

"Bandits!! How dare you boy!!" a father shouted at a little boy.

Urfana who was choosing her groceries then walked to the place where the sound source was.

Sure enough, there was a man with a fat stature holding a small child, he was angry because there was an 8-year-old boy wanted to take his wallet.

He was then taken out, the employees of Nusanmart in a hurry to immediately remove the father and child, because the crowd in the store could cause new crimes.

Urfana quickly headed to the counter to pay for her order, which she soon stuffed into her large backpack.

"You shouldn't have robbed dad's wallet, you really want to get hit huh?!" yelled loudly at the Sumatran man who had a machete holster in his hand, with agate stones all over his hands.

"No, my goodness sir!! I confess wrong, I want to apologize." cried the little boy, crying with a battered face.

The public cheers really sounded noisy, the child was not allowed to go anywhere by the crowd, Urfana who saw it could only be silent and not speak anything.

"You're faced with a situation where you want to save him, but you don't want to be considered a robber either or a responsible person, what are you going to do?" asked Corcus, who suddenly appeared next to Urfana.

Urfana can only be silent and critical thinking, she honestly wants to save the child and give him some food, but he is just a child and he is afraid of being surrounded by society.

"What happens to him if I don't save him?" tanya Urfana, turned to Corcus.

Corcus tried to read the situation using reason that he had sharpened for as long as he lived.

"He would have bruised and disfigured, his left hand made unable to move perfectly, he would become depressed and then kill himself by jumping from a height."

Corcus was sure about it. It's not the first time he's seen this either.

Urfana who heard that was surprised because it was really scary, she did not accept what Corcus said. Soon Urfana went inside and protected the boy, preventing him from the man.

Injustice is one of the things Urfana hates the most, when anger gets inside her because of what she hates, the fear goes away.

"What's this?! You're also a friend of the robber?!" shouted the father.

"He's just a kid, you shouldn't be cursing and torturing him like that!!" Urfana shouted at him.

All who were there saw that Urfana was also injured by a bandage on her head.

"You robbed too? Sampe was hurt that." said the mothers who were in the crowd.

Corcus entered the ridge, standing behind the kneeling child.

"He's just a kid who needs money to eat and drink, isn't it if there's a wrong kid you should give him sympathy?! This action is completely untrue!! As an adult, set a good example, he is weak and helpless."

The community then began to think about each other's morals. But the big-headed man.

"Whisper you, you little boy!!! You want me to poke?! I've also had a kid your age!!" angry with the father with overflowing emotions. He wears gloves on his right hand.

People then started to retreat as he pulled out a machete to threaten Urfana.

Corcus who saw it was really very angry, he then walked forward and grabbed the hand of the father who raised his machete.

He cried out in pain and released his cleaver.

Shortly thereafter, the security forces showed up and took the man away. The public then realized that an adult man with a machete was far more of a threat than a child who had no intention of harming others.

"Dare children, leave it to us from now on" said one of the fansip.

The community soon began to disperse and leave the place.

"Son, good work. That's how a real man acts." clapped a grown man in office appearance.

A student took a picture of it.

"I hope I have a child like you, I will be very proud as a mother" said a young pregnant woman who was accompanied by her husband.

"Wow, I'm so embarrassed sir, buk. Hahaha" Urfana scratched her head.

The husband of a young pregnant woman then gave her business card.

"Rahmania Urfana." answered Urfana, he lowered his head.

The couple then waved their hands at Urfana, Urfana waved back. They both left in their cars

"A... Anu's... Thank you, brother" he still can't stop crying.

Urfana squatted down and opened the contents of her backpack. He gave her some food and drinks.

"This, make your needs. After 3 days yes, you just need to brew the same food this drink use water angel."

"Thank you..... Thanks..... Thanks.." she cried.

"Stay, by the way you have a place to stay too?" ask Urfana. He then placed the handsaplas on the boy's forehead and feet.

"Mother and dede.... I live with my mother on the same day." she holds her scratched leg.

"Urfana" Corcus smiled, he wanted to see Urfana dropping off the little boy and listening to their chatter.

Urfana nodded, she was going to take the boy home.

"Baby anter go home, you take your own way."

Urfana then walked with the boy towards his residence, Cikutra district, a public dump.

"Anu, whose name is it?" ask Urfana.

"Jasmin, Jasmin Khalisah" replied the 8-year-old.

"Isn't Jasmin Khalisah a girl's name?"

"I'm a girl, brother."

"Hmmph" Urfana stroking Jasmin's hair.

When they arrived at Jasmin's house, he saw his mother and his sister resting.

"Our Jasmin deck, what's the Jasmin deck??" said the mother worried.

"Jasmin was surrounded by the community, there were fathers who pushed him to fall because Jasmin wanted to steal the wallet." explained Urfana.

His mother then treated Jasmin's feet and hands, "Your son stole people's wallets. But what if you get kidnapped."

"Ampun... Jasmin gamau kidnapped."

Who taught him to rob? The father had clearly snatched his wallet back, even though he used tight jeans for his body. Must not be easy to take?

Urfana did not want to ask Jasmin, he had to keep his words and not much behavior in front of Jasmin's mother.

"Mother, you're gonna steal a wallet, who's gonna teach you to steal a wallet?"

"Bang Frasnan taught me."

"Don't be whittling again the same as Frasnan" said his mother.

A small windowless hut, just a pedestal and some traditional tools and items.

The dirty slum is filled with garbage, a place that people alienate from the social world. Everyday people here just scavenging and sorting the garbage.

"Mom, then I'll say goodbye."

Jasmin's mother then held Urfana's hand and gave her some candy.

"There are so many kids, sorry Mom who can only love you so much."

"It's okay mom, it's my favorite candy, too." Urfana smiled, and she came to Jasmin.

"Jasmin, brother has to go. You take good care of yourself and don't bother Mom."

Jasmin nodded, Urfana then waved, he left the place, he walked back to the sidewalk and went to Padasuka area, the time is approaching 6 p.m.

"Well, seems like I have to walk alone against the dark" Urfana said in English.

Rahmania Urfana, a 15-year-old boy who had just become a 1st grade SMK. He may be a loser in love and fighting, but he will not lose in doing good and fighting against injustice.

...If Corcus needed me to make a better world, I'd create a world where little kids wouldn't rob wallets and beg anymore....

...-Rahmania Urfana, 01-08-2016...

.......Seriate.......