“What are you doing? We do not accept beggars.” Her hands swing as if to shoo me away, I thought for sure she would say something unpleasant to me, but I do not the beggars. I work not begging even though my job is picking up used goods.
“I am not a beggar and I'm just looking around, is it wrong?”
“You are blocking the view so leave now from our shop, poor girl!” There was a bit of emphasis at the end of the sentence and this time I cannot argue because she was right, without thinking anymore I left that place but when I was turn around, I saw Balqis who was holding back laughter, I made sure she heard my conversation with the woman.
“Beggar? HAHAHAHA it really suits to you.”
“Why you are here?” Regardless of her ridicule, I chose to ask her.
“Obviously I will buy those EXPENSIVE shoes that you CANNOT afford.” Balqis smirked and looked down at me, then she spoke again which surprised me and my legs immediately went limp. “Your house or what you could say your little hut…has been torn down away.”
“WHAT?! What happen?”
The grin on her face made me very angry "My father has bought land there and disturbing things must be cleaned like your hut oh…sorry, I mean your house." I really cannot believe what Balqis said just now but suddenly a voice came from behind me to interrupt which I made sure it was the woman who spoke and made me look back, “She was right, the small houses would be torn down and destroyed.” And finally, the woman walked into the shop like nothing happened and what she said was no big deal. Yes, it is for her but not for me.
“Damn it!”
Feeling angry and worried I ran to my house, I could not think of anything else besides my mother and my little sister. When I got there, I saw such a terrible mess with crowds of people who were crying because their houses had been destroyed by the bulldozer and including my house, my body was very weak. Then my eyes searched for the whereabouts of my mother and my little sister, because the atmosphere was so chaotic I had trouble finding their whereabouts, I ran here and there then finally I found them. My mother who was sitting hugging my little sister with her pale face accompanied by tears coming out of her eyes.
“Mom…” With a tone so limp I called her and approached her.
