Azka Killer Pay
Chapter 90: Hungry
In the afternoon atmosphere was quite hot from the heat of the sun, but Azka still could not be separated from her aunt's funeral and continued to cry until night.
He wanted to spend the night there to accompany his aunt who had left, a child like him was indeed very strong even he did not care about the fear of the night just for the sake of making his aunt happy.
Although he was satisfied and told quite a lot in front of his aunt's grave, but he still did not want to leave, after which he who wanted to accompany her was suddenly exposed to the glare of light from a flashlight.
"Hey who is that? " ask a man from a distance while glaring at him.
Azka could only cover her face with both hands due to the glare of light, and she stayed there waiting for the man to come.
"Who are you? " ask the man who was initially almost frightened because of Azka's existence.
"Sa.. I'm Azka sir".
" You can't be here fast to go home where your family is? ".
" E.m...my family is no longer there I just want to stay here with my aunt".
"Ah..... Never mind that your aunt is gone now quickly away from this tomb otherwise I will be scolded by others", the man instead of feeling pity and helping her he even drove her away to leave immediately.
Azka for continuing to get orders from the news finally left the funeral and left him with a sense of sadness that shouldered his heart.
So Azka, like a beggar, fell asleep there, because she felt cold, trying to find a cardboard from rubbish and scraps for the base.
Azka was used to sleeping in a place like this.
Then, time went by quite quickly once he had just slept finally awakened by someone.
"Hey! oye! you are! wake up, don't sleep! this is not the foundation! " said a man who was sweeping and waking up with a broom like garbage.
Azka hopes that every waking state changes and hopes that all of it is just her dream and wants to wake up from her nightmare.
But in fact, not everything that is experienced is not a nightmare but a reality that exists in the real world.
Azka was immediately pushed by the broom and she no longer sat on the porch of the store. The man immediately chased her away without much pity.
He who had been expelled could only go in an erratic direction, now his stomach was beginning to rumble again, and he did not know what to eat.
Looking at a trash can and there was leftovers he was so happy to quickly go straight to that trash can and pick it up, he was not at all ashamed of the important thing he had to survive.
Azka found a leftover loaf of bread as well as an endless pack of rice, so she had the right to eat it even though she smelled some unpleasant smells. He felt like crying once himself, he was confused whether he should go back to the grandmother's house that yesterday brought him? but if he went back there it was clear he would be tormented by being forced to eat a fair amount of food, even vague rules.