Love Me!
Helping People

Susan started her day at home for the first time. He felt very happy to be able to get together with his family, even though it was not his own.

"Papa, I want to find information on the campus about the professional study program for the continuation of my education, huh?" said Susan.

"Oh, yeah. Same who?" ask Mr. Anton.

"Only myself. I dare, really!" said Susan put on her glasses after pigtailing her long hair ponytail.

"Oh, then fine. Careful, huh? Bring car?" ask Mr. Anton again.

"Motorcycle only, Pa," Susan said.

"Traffic is crowded. You're the one who's really careful with the bike, you know?" said Mr. Anton meawanti-wanti again.

"Yes, Pa. Take it easy" Susan said.

The girl grabbed Anton's hand and kissed the back of his hand and left.

"Good son, you will be a good and successful doctor!" please Mr. Anton.

Motorcycles run at moderate speed on the highway. Susan did want to drive the two-wheeled vehicle to enjoy the atmosphere of the city, where she grew up. If the driver is driven by car, he will not enjoy the view to the maximum.

A food and drink merchant was sitting on the edge of the square holding his leg. Susan pulled over the motorcycle, took off the helmet, then approached the bottle-seller.

"Why, Sir? Her leg?" ask Susan.

"sickness, Mother. It seems I stepped on a rock and sprained" said the father grimacing in pain.

"Oh, pity. Let me see, sir!"

Susan took the father's foot. The man complained of pain as the sore leg was held by Susan.

"Ah yes, mr. sprain. Must rest this. A massage later, sir?" said Susan.

The father sighed slowly.

"If I take a break, who's working? My wife at home is pregnant. It costs money to give birth. No, Ma'am. I have to work!" said the father.

Susan looked at the father. It turns out that life outside with a wide variety of humans is very diverse. He looked at a mall. Some people came out with beaming faces carrying large bags of groceries. It is far different with this father. He was looking for pennies to collect and keep for his wife and child under difficult circumstances.

"Mc ... You wait here, okay?" said Susan.

The father looked up, not knowing what the girl was going to do.

Susan brought a box of food and drinks that belonged to the father, then stood up and walked towards the mall across the town square.

"My bike is parked there, sir. I will not take away the Father's merchandise! Just take it easy, okay?" susan's message to the man who was still dumbfounded.

"Mbak, but ...."

"Have it, you just rest!" said Susan.

The girl carried a box and started walking across.

"Ah, first target. The man seemed thirsty. He fanned his face many times with his hat!" murmured Susan. He started to walk closer.

"Sir, do you want to buy a drink? Seger you know, sir! Hot-hot gini!" bargain Susan.

The man seemed to swallow. His eyes noticed the many types of drinks that Susan brought.

"May, mineral water only, Ma'am! That's six hundred mili!" said the man.

"Oh yes, sir!" Susan pushed the box, letting the father take it for himself.

"How much?"

"Sir, actually I only help people. He's sick, but it costs a lot. What price usually, sir?"

I realized it was ridiculous when Susan asked the buyer for the price, but that was all she could do because she didn't know.

"Oh, I bought two! This money is not for change!" The man gave Susan ten thousand dollars.

"Ah, very nice sir! Thanks, Sir!"

"Yes, Mother. You welcome. Where the hell is the seller?"

Susan pointed to the person sitting grimacing under the tree across the street. Then the man nodded.

"Sir, you should first look for prices on the internet, so you can guess the price. You see, a lot of bad people who will take advantage of the ignorance of this good Mbak!" the man suggested as he opened the bottle of mineral water and sipped it.

"Ah yes! Father's right! Thank you, sir! Why not think of me!" susan repeatedly bowed. The man waved to Susan.

Susan put the box down and sat down on the side of the road, flipping open her phone and looking for the highest price on the phone. Then memorize.

"Mom, want one milk!" said a mother whose son whined for something.

"Oh, oh yes Mom!" Susan lifted the box and thrust it at the mother.

"Take the brown one, Ma'am!" said the mother.

"Good, Mom! Two thousand five hundred," Susan said.

"Yes, Mommy. This is an honest seller. Time there this little milk costs three thousand?" the mother grumbled as she grabbed the milk box and gave the money to Susan.

Susan just smiled. Perhaps for some, the five hundred became very meaningful. The proof, until it becomes an annoyance for the buyer.

Then he started walking along the sidewalk in front of the mall that had many people. Got a couple of taxis running next to the mall.

"Sir, buy dong!" said Susan.

"Sell what, Ma'am?" ask one of the taxi drivers.

"Little food and drinks!" said Susan showing her merchandise.

"How much is this?"

"Three thousand, sir!" susan said as the driver pointed to the bottle.

"Yes, want one!" said the driver.

"Why sell, Mommy?" asked the driver to see the appearance of Susan who was young, but selling groceries.

"It's okay, sir! It's halal?" susan's clumsiness made the driver laugh and called her friends to sell Susan.

The drivers got out of the taxi and got closer to Susan. They choose food and drinks.

"Well, whoa! Thanks, sir!" susan said she arranged the sheets of money and coins she got.

As he walked back, someone stopped him.

"Well, well, it's hard on your life!" The sound of someone's applause made Susan lift her face, staring at the grin in front of her.

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Posters by Rebekah Stevany