THE STORY OF THE POOR MAN WHO WAS TAINTED
OUSTED

"GO you from this house son of the devil!!" snapped the mother Goddess who was angry to see Doni had made her husband's face bonyok named Tomi. fights son and stepfather was making poranda poranda whole kitchen of the house. Doni was also hit by blows and legumes around his cheeks.

Doni was kicked out and all his clothes were put in a suitcase. all of his clothes were brought and a certificate of high school graduation he brought also for supplies he applied for his later job. the neighbors could only watch the young man being chased out of the house by his own biological mother.

The resentment was still there and Doni looked at her mother in the doorway of the house and said.

"don't regret it if I become a successful person!!"

"bacot you calf!!. go there don't you come again son of a bitch!!" snapped by the mother Goddess who is now forty-five years old and her body is not as thin as it used to be. her face still looks beautiful even though it has seen a little wrinkle on her face.

The three children of the mother couple Dewi and Tomi also drove away with her tengil.the three children were all boys and the largest were fifteen years old and two more were ten years old. Doni only glared at the five people in his house including Tomi whose face was battered.

Now Doni set his foot somewhere he would go. he just followed his footsteps where he would step. blue jeans and a black sweater covered his thin body because he had not eaten for a day.he walked only wearing used shoes when he graduated school and his look was so sad.

Doni, who was well-groomed and born from the son of a rich man, must now feel the bitterness due to his mother's behavior while still young and struggling with property. the scorching heat of the day was not he was bubris and he was already indifferent to the people who looked at him with strange gazes.

Doni has now left the suburban village of Jakarta.he stepped foot to the public road where vehicles of various brands pass each other.when he walked near a tegal or warteg stall, he said, he was intercepted by a pp satpol sir who was dispersing the crowd at a crowded news site visited by office workers.

Some security officers disperse employees who buy food so as not to eat on the spot and have to wrap it in order to eat it in their respective places. Doni was being blocked by one of the pp's satpol and he was asked in a harsh tone.

"where are you, huh..?! put on your mask..!!"

"i don't have a pack." replied Doni limply because of the pain of holding back hunger.the satpol pp was staring intently at doni and then he went to the officer's car and got a mask for Doni. the young man was sitting glued to the sidewalk of the street while staring at people who were eating in the city which was being disbanded by the satpol pp on duty.

Doni who had been staring at the warteg was shocked by the voice of the satpol pp sir.

"these are wearing! where are you going to take that suitcase and bag..??" ask the satpol pp who is forty years old and ask Doni.

"no sir, I am also confused about where to go" replied Doni in a limp voice and his left hand held his stomach and his eyes were still staring at the warteg food being wrapped by the seller.

Pak satpol pp was immediately understood that the child was starving and his heart felt touched also because he was sorry to see the young man with a pale face and blue bruises in some areas of his face. satpol pp then said to Doni.

"you wait here and don't go anywhere." Doni just nodded his head and his eyes were still staring at the buyers who wrapped his food in the warteg next to his he was sitting.

Mr. Satpol had entered the warteg and some friends of the satpol pp sir had moved to the next of his warteg one more because many of his crowd of employees who ate freely in his during this pandemic, Doni's face was pale and no longer felt bruises on his face. before long, Doni's face was pale, mr. Satpol pp it out and bring the contents of a pack of rice paper and mineral water one big bottle.

"nih at the meal.I know you are hungry" said the satpol was friendly to Doni and was not as firm as before. the young man accepted her and thanked the generous satpol pp. mr. Satpol pp was just watching Doni who ate with his voraciously and felt pity because there was a bruise blue on his face.

After Doni ate voraciously and spent the food that had been given by pak satpol pp, now Doni drink mineral water given pak satpol pp before her. after Doni finished eating and drinking, now Doni, the satpol sir asked Doni with his astonishment.

"your face why are the bruises so dik..???"

"this was hit by a blow by my stepfather sir."

"at hit how do you mean, dik..??? can you explain..???" satpol asked, starting to wonder.

Doni just nodded in agreement and began to tell the incident why he had quarreled with his stepfather and was then expelled by his own biological mother. mr. satpol pp was a mangosteen-beard understand the story of Doni and then he said to doni after doni finished explaining the incident that befell him.

"patiently yes dik. life with step parents is painful and painful.father also experienced something similar with you dik." said the satpol sir and he is now crouching talking to Doni.

Mr. satpol pp then asked the name of the poor young man.

"what's your name, brother..??"

"my name is Doni sir." replied Doni while staring at the passing vehicle and then satpol asked again.

"then where are you going, dik..???"

"i want to find a job sir. rather than my life without a purpose, I better look for a halal job even though it is just a scavenger." replied Doni and pitched flat and moody.

"what kind of graduate school are you, son..???" ask satpol pp again.

"i finished High School sir." replied Doni short. pak satpol pp was a beard and before long, pak satpol pp was called by some of his friends who were already in the officer's car. the satpol sir said to Doni as he reached into his pocket and opened the contents of his wallet.

Satpol pp sir then said to doni.

"sir pak there is sustenance for you dik. use it for you later buy food. father can only pray you get a halal and decent work dik." said the satpol pp sir and then gave a hundred thousand two pieces of money to Doni. the young man received the money and tearfully prostrated to the satpol pp sir because of his excessive gratitude.

Pak satpol pp was just smiling haru and now he has gone with his coworkers to continue his work again, he now put the money he received into his pants pocket.he had wiped his tears and began to continue the journey again into the depth of the city of Jakarta.