"Good afternoon... Mr. Hans." said Mr. Yono politely while bowing towards the bathtub.
Sazha looked very panicked, he wondered how they could tell that he was Hans, even though his physical body had changed.
Sazha immediately looked at his body.
"Oh shit." Sazha was sweating.
One of the men in the suit took out his cigarette and lit it in front of Sazha's face.
"Today is the right time to pay your debt, make sure you have money because if not—you know what the consequences are—young man?" Mr. Yono blew his cigarette smoke into Sazha's eyes.
"Cough, Cough..." A cough from a cowardly old man who never dared to smoke (Sazha). Even though the more you smoke, the healthier your body is.
"Wait a minute sir, I'm sorry, if I may ask, what debt do I have, sir?" said Sazha.
"Hey!? Are you forgetful or what? Ohok ohok... (cough), damn this cigarette is killing me but I can't stop."
Sazha and the other 2 men in black suits were confused.
"Zawa! Try explaining it to this idiot, if I explain it I'm afraid he won't understand my high literary language." Mr. Yono patted Zawa's shoulder—another man in a black suit.
"Okay sir"
"Ahem... so as explained before, Mr. Hans borrowed money from PT. Zwein in the amount of Rp. 30,000,000.00 with an interest of 3% per day. Because you borrowed and haven't paid since 1 month ago, the total price of Mr. Hans' loan is...
Rp. 46,100,000.00."
"Owh... eh..." Sazha was stunned.
~ 5 hours later
Under the clear sky filled with clouds, now Sazha is walking towards a place, he is still holding a paper in his hand while daydreaming.
The old man remembers the words of one of the men in the black suit just now.
"You said that you will use this money for someone's medical expenses, make sure you use the money properly, otherwise, I'll punch your face, you piece of trash... cuih!" said Mr. Yono while spitting at Hans.
While on the way, Sazha caught a glimpse of a slum child who suddenly glanced at Sazha... accompanied by his wide smile.
The child with messy hair seemed to be picking up some papers that had fallen to the ground. But for some reason, he kept looking at Sazha.
Sazha, who was scared, decided to pretend not to see the child, until finally the child was left far behind. When Sazha looked back again, the child had now disappeared.
"I'm hallucinating again, it must be because of what happened this morning... hadeh... damn, damn." said Sazha while kicking the trash can in front of him.
Currently, Sazha only has 1 white T-shirt and 1 pair of floral pants that he is wearing now. All of Hans' belongings have been confiscated by the men in black suits.
"Damn... ~ damn... ~ damn you old man with glasses and a mustache ~" Sazha sang.
Now, Sazha no longer has a penny. He decided to work part-time after he finished seeing someone at the hospital.
~ 30 minutes later
Sazha has just entered a remote hospital, he is now heading to a room.
"Because the money you have is only 14 million, we need to confiscate all the items in this room, along with the room. If you still can't pay next week, we will be forced to take all your belongings, including the right to live in this cheap apartment." said another man in a black suit.
"Hans... I know very well that you want to give the best for him, don't worry my friend, you're not wrong, it's them who are wrong, not you." Sazha said in his heart while looking annoyed.
Sazha opened the door to room 430 slowly.
"Good afternoon..." said Sazha who was now soft.
From the door of the room, he saw an old woman, her body looked thin.
From behind, a nurse who was supposed to take Hans had just arrived, she was left behind because Sazha walked quickly.
He could only remain silent, Sazha was still afraid that his real identity would be revealed.
The nurse approached the old woman who was lying down, giving her food and drink manually.
Sazha then sat on a small chair because he was tired.
Sazha could only sit in silence. He was still contemplating his rude behavior towards Hans' refrigerator yesterday.
He didn't know what else to think about, this time Sazha just really wanted to forget about his 46 million debt problem.
"Sir... sorry, sir!" The nurse called Hans who was still in a daze.
"I want to go to another patient, before I leave, is there anything you don't understand, sir?"
Sazha finally looked at the nurse, there were big dark eye bags under his eyes.
"Miss nurse... sorry I still have one question."
"Okay, what do you want to ask, sir?"
"Um—miss, is my mother's illness... still curable?" Sazha's eyes looked serious.
The nurse was surprised, then she smiled.
"Yes sir, of course, as I said earlier. The point is, don't worry, we will treat her mother's illness soon!
Now, my job is just to have a casual chat with your mother, so that your mother won't get bored later." The nurse replied with a friendly smile.
"Hans' mother can no longer do anything but hear and breathe, she can't even open her eyes." Sazha said in her heart that was starting to open.
Several hours had passed, but Sazha still didn't know what she wanted to talk about with her mother.
Sazha had wanted to talk to Hans' mother several times, but she always failed, she was too weak to deceive a weak old woman.
After dozens of failures, Sazha finally decided to take the plunge.
After a few minutes of silence, a voice suddenly sounded
"Um—Mom... sorry... I—I'm not H—Hans, I—just... Sazha, yes I am Sazha, nice to meet you, ma'am.
Um... maybe it's rude to bother with other people's family matters, but— Hans is a good boy, and I promise I will bring Hans back to you to apologize."
Sazha lowered his head.
"I know, I don't deserve to say this, but Hans' future is still wide open—unlike me."
"I... am still a child who will not..." Sazha thought in his head.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
In a city house, a man with long gray hair is seen. The man's face at first glance looks like a woman's face, but he is still a man.
The man is sitting on a chair, he seems to be writing something. Sometimes he stops for a moment to think hard.
When he is finished writing, the man closes his book. He goes to the backyard of his house to look at the cool trees while eating the watermelon he took from the dining table.
Behind the beautiful sound of birds chirping, suddenly the sound of a smartphone ringtone is heard from inside the man's pants pocket. He picks up the phone and listens to the sound from the object.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Okay, thank you."
The man relaxes again under the shady and calming trees.
"Is this the dream we want to achieve? Sis Sazha?" the man stands up again and then continues to sit in his chair.
On the paper he can see a fictional story with the title *******.
~ Back to Sazha ~
Night fell, an old man in a young man's body was trying to find something.
"Finally, it's collected—huh, so tiring..." said a young man who was now carrying a sack filled with plastic waste.
Sazha, who was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, was always looked at by other people who looked at him with disgust, pity, and laughter.
Sazha could only laugh in annoyance when he was continuously looked at by other people. Sazha stood up and then unconsciously shouted
"Yes, keep going, keep looking at me like that, keep looking at me like trash that wasn't thrown away in its place!" Sazha was getting more and more attention from the city people passing by.
"Huh?? Why? You're jealous of my fate, right?" Sazha began to panic.
Suddenly an old man in a black hat came over to Hans.
"Follow me, bro." said the old man in a serious tone.
From a distance Sazha saw the city security guard staff.
When he saw the old man suddenly run, Sazha also ran because he panicked.
In the middle of the bright city lights, the two of them ran, ran, continuously running from being chased by the Satpol PP.
~ 4 minutes later
Until finally they both arrived at a slum.
"Um- Mustache man, where are we going?" Sazha asked softly.
"Huh!? Oh, wait." The mustache man took out his cigarette.
"Uhuk! Ohok! Okay young man, do you know me now?" The old man took off his hat—then he moved his hand to take a pair of sunglasses.
"You!? Damn—you were the loan sharks this morning, right?" Sazha suddenly stopped walking.
"Yes, that was earlier, now I've been fired." Mr. Yono blew his cigarette smoke into Hans' face.
Sazha covered his nose and said
"Huh!? Tch! This morning you were teasing me, Ahhh now our fates are the same...
Heh, fate is indeed hard to predict huh... old man..." Sazha laughed fakely while patting Mr. Yono's shoulder repeatedly.
"No!" Mr. Yono shouted.
"Our fates are not the same..." Mr. Yono laughed amusedly.
"Heh—because soon I will be—a BILLIONAIRE! HAHAHA..." said Mr. Yono with a serious look at Sazha.
Sazha tried to hold back his laughter, but he let it out
"HAH!?? AWKOWKKWOWK."
"This guy seems stressed, I better get out before he gets crazy." thought Sazha.
When Sazha wanted to leave, Mr. Yono grabbed Hans' thin shoulder tightly.
"Wait, young man! Don't rush—" said Mr. Yono once again with a serious look.
Sazha's face looked sweaty.
"—otherwise—your fortune... will be pegged by chickens..." Mr. Yono said this with a serious look accompanied by a smile on his face.
Sazha was seen swallowing his own saliva.
~ 20 minutes later
Now Sazha and Mr Yono are at—
where—gambling—is illegal.
"I knew itaaawww." Sazha's eyes began to feel heavy.