story of my life 3

This story is still about my life in the past where I was a teenager. At that time I was working in the middle school high school canteen.   Time after time passed and I went through my life journey without any sadness in my mind working and looking for money to help my mother.   After three years I went to work in the school canteen, I said goodbye to get out of work and find a new job that had a bigger payday. I started looking for a new job asking my neighbor Mr. Wanto.   After weeks and weeks there was finally a vacancy in his place, in a building shop as a car driver who sent building materials. I immediately accepted the proposal and started the day I worked. Meet the boss who has a shop called Mr. Haj. In the interview and in my self-test, Km is still small, is it strong enough to lift tiles and heavy objects !? I answered it was strong, Pak Hajj. Then the pilgrims accepted me to work at his place and on that day I began to work with my new friends. I feel happy and comfortable working in a building shop because of the atmosphere and friends. Monday to Saturday I work from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon. What I like working in this shop is sending cars and going around the city I consider as refreshing so I'm not bored and bored. Saturday has also arrived at a time when payday comes later .. I was paid four thousand rupiahs a day, it was still in 1995 Coming home feeling happy and happy I gave my payday to my parents .. This is my first paycheck from a building shop, my mother received it while crying and hugging me. Day by month and month by year ... I have lived and worked ... And right in the middle of 1997 I started busking at five in the afternoon after work. Afternoon and afternoon I continued to work in a building shop and when it was five o'clock in the afternoon I had gone busking at the red light at the Bratang terminal intersection. Together with my friends, I busking every afternoon until late at night, Bringing a jar from a bottle cap and guitar I approached every car that stopped at a red light and wished they had opened a window and given coins. The day passed and right when I was singing and playing dindong games across the street .. Without me realizing there was someone watching me and the dindong guard girl asking my friend about myself and my name. 

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