STREET BABY OCTOPUS

The dark afternoon revels in fatigue between the glimmers of passing vehicles adding to the impression of a jet black afternoon burning in the fierce sun, the conductor who shouts indicates a causality in habits that are no longer furious, Bekasi-Grogol, Batusari-Tanah Abang, Senen-Cimone and other directions who are constantly passing by, on the pedestrian bridge that stretches between the mayor and a mall.

It seems that the prospective passenger is waiting for his idol's bus which looks old to be boarded, next to the bus stop near the brain-brain shop; there is a small man who looks unsteady walking around the universe as if he wants to leave the ethics that surround him. He was like that not because he drank too much liquor let alone using drugs, but indeed his physical condition made him that way. Conscience causality, effectiveness and the wheel of the main work that he usually does is begging and whoever you are will be amazed-looking serene, it is impossible to even reach into the small amount of money that is in his pocket to give it all to him. Let's just say that Udin is none other than a Salewang teenager or people often call him a squatting IQ. It's really rude if someone calls him that. Humans were created perfect by God; even though there are many defects here and there God has created humans as the perfect human beings among existing creatures. If Udin could be like us, of course he would demonstrate with you in the MPR/DPR building to demand free food, free education or fame like an artist in mass media who is often in the public spotlight with his glamorous twists and turns or would sneer at his words.

Who has been thrown from the mouth of your benefactor could not even sneer at God for creating him like that? Unfortunately, Udin is not like us, who are old and passionate about the beauty of work and materials. He is forced to earn a fortune by being a beggar because of an essence of life, namely how to be able to support his younger siblings, father and mother who are too old to work. Or is it really only Udin who is able to feed a broken heart with material things.

Udin is one of the portraits of beauty who was deceived by the director, the cameraman who wanted to edit it—becoming a survival actor who saved his parents like the angel Gabriel in the morning who gives fortune to humans who diligently get up early. Even though the director and cameraman are his own parents, the fact is that this profession Every day I see more and more pawned people and I even rarely meet them on protocol streets in capital cities like Jakarta, because maybe the Satpol PP often conducts raids so maybe they realize that they are the dregs of society. Maybe in big cities other than Jakarta there are still very, very many. Here limitations are used as a tool for seeking fortune based on other people's compassion for existing disabilities. On the other hand, fellow human beings are no longer attached to one another.

It should have been for both parents to make a living as a form of parental obligation to provide for their children by providing materials and sending udin to school in designated places and the fact is that now there are many free schools that place people like udin to receive education, because Indeed, this country guarantees education with the financing of citizens, including Udin, not instead of being a daily worker and a producer of financial coffers for his family, or indeed his parents are preoccupied with the material that has been produced by Udin, so they are already in a comfort zone and don't want Udin like most children. -his age. I don't know I don't understand

But that's not the case for Parjo, a boy who left his parents in the village to wander in search of a bite of rice in a land donated by an old man because of his bastard uncle who deliberately kicked him out just because he couldn't help produce a perverted beauty in the form of anathema money, his uncle called him Lik Parto. Is a big drug dealer who turns out to be a courier, so stupid is his uncle who has promised his parents eternal beauty, namely the path of greedy, restless education. But what could he do when he came and visited Jakarta; he was thrown into a human being who only knows how to deliver illicit goods, which are none other than putaw or methamphetamine.

Until one day when he accidentally dropped the item into a ditch because it was hit by a moped that had no eyes. As soon as he returned home he was immediately slapped and interrogated where the illicit goods were. He innocently replied that the item had fallen into a ditch and was shattered because the moped was so hard it had thrown its emaciated body. Without saying a long word his uncle immediately threw his big hand towards Parjo's right cheek and drove Parjo away. Parjo was forced to leave his uncle's house and squirm restlessly looking for a moment of beauty until he was thrown into a street busker and transformed into a street disease in the bright daylight surrounded by puffs of smoke of scorching sadness, they tried to attack the arrogance of the drivers and conductors.

Babies teach old grandparents how to be humane. A street baby with a hoarse voice who seems to be looking for a mouthful of chicken porridge by wandering the world to a donated country. The babysitter in a pygmy dress with a cap and buckle who carries a prison, scoundrel prison and delivers frantic diapers. Scraps of sweat, feet aground, skin that is bustling are an impression on the baby octopus, its many legs can crash on buses and public transportation. Small change to earn their survival, road markings can only witness crying over the lives of these babies.