Jakarta is strange.

Its both a busy metropolis with sprawling skyscrapers, business

men running around with their fancy tuxes and you can forget the fearless vendors
and its also a very chill place filled with night clubs, beautiful islands and also cool
urban areas filled with people. Jakartas weirdness brings a homey feeling to all that
set foot on her soil. Except for one boy, a boy by the name of Budiman. You see
poor ol Budi here was poor he lived in a slum near sunter (an area in Jakarta). You
see every day Budi went to school. But this day was special, Budi rushed to school,
he put on his busted old sneakers, grabed his bag and ran out the door. His
sneakers trotted around the wet ground with every step little splashes of water
would apear. Budi reached school, his sneakers, which were black, were covered in
mud, You could no longer see the original tints of Black. Budi walked into the class.
His class mates looked at him awkwardly. Budi looked back at rushed to his seat.
Teachers coming a boy says. Budi looked at the open door anticipating a teacher.
Budi looked at his shoes awkwardly. He was tempted to run out that door, but he
controlled him self, he stayed . The teacher said to him in a Javanese dialect.
Gimana nih ini tidak bisa this translates to what is this you cant. Budi was
embaressed. The day was long. Later Budi went home to his slum he called home.
On the way home a few kids came up to him and said u poor fool they held him
down. And started beating him. A policeman walked by he just started and spat on
Budis raged old shoes. They eventualy ran away, Budi limed his way home, his face
covered in mud, his uniform scuffed up, his sleaves were torn, his once red pants
were now a tint of brown. His eyes filled with tears. On his arm was a gash, he was
covering his arm with his hand. Finnaly he reached home. His tired feet walked up
the dark brown stairs outside his house, leading into a tiny padio. He put his hand
on the knob and opened it. Budi walked toward his room, his hand still covering the
gash. He opened the room door. He reached for his backpack, there was nothing on
his back, sial he shouted. He marched out his house, put on his shoes and started
walking toward the place he gotten beaten up in. He found his bag. It was in horrible
condition, the picture of spiderman on the bag now looked like a red potato. He
sighed and picked it up. It was oddly light. Budi opened the zipper. Nothing, the
backpack was empty. Even his half eaten lunch had been escorted out of his bag.
Budi was melancholy, He picked up his bag and threw it. The bag twirls and lands in
a puddle. He walked toward the bag and steared at it. By this time the bag was
soaked. He turned and looked at the sky, the sky was rumbling and its clouds were a
greyish color, its starts to drizzle.he looked at the direction of his house, he started
to cry, he looked at his bag. And he just stared, he looked at his house and started
walking, knowing nothing would change.
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