Poor but rich - that is the story of my life that I will share with you at these times. why did I say that I am poor but I am rich.? First of all, I am just one of the millions of people who live in absolute poverty. no permanent job, no completed education, no own land to build a house. and back lacking about home. I want to make you think about what a house looks like with a hole in the roof and just covered it with cacao leaves so that even if it rains, it will not leak.
However, let us continue. yes I am like that, we, live in poverty. but in spite of all this there is a hidden treasure, in the life of the poor. and this is it, because someone opened a job, so I will now earn money. of course when I work on that. to shorten the long story, I am going to where I got paid from work. and there I will go out of the house, carrying half the money which I have received from the wages. why is my salary split? Before I left the house, my parents left me half the salary, to buy food. and outside we are friends, gangs, co-workers will gather. I will contribute what alcohol to buy, as agreed upon as we talked while we were still at our workplace. now I will go back to the story, it started with the poor and suddenly boom .. party party .. and as it continues, while I was having fun suddenly someone said, our wine is going down, I have nothing to buy here. it's up to you to decide where we can get what we drink. and someone will speak, I'll take care of it, no problem, keep drinking. but the truth of that is that he will call a child. go to Yong's store. say I ordered you, to borrow something to drink. say, when rice is delivered, the payment is there.
So friends, here I will first cut this story. because I have something else to do. I will continue this story until the end. I hope you don't get tired of reading and following my story.
thank you !