Love Mr. Alter Ego's
I'm Not a Beggar

Entering a new life in the Kemal family with a different background and also all the facilities that are 180 degrees different from his life, does not make Safitri feel like he got the durian collapsed.

Safitri is located in one of the rooms next to the main house, precisely in the Pavilion, a small house next to the main building.

This pavilion building does not blend with the main house and is built in the garden area given the distance from the main house. Once entering the pavilion the romantic atmosphere was immediately felt with some dimly lit decorative lights installed in several corners of the room.

"Madamu please rest here, if there is anything left this push bell later there will be someone who comes to help you" said Ismail sounding formal.

Getting such treatment makes Safitri feel uncomfortable and also not tasty because he saw the age of Ismail who was older than him.

"Kang, punten atuh. Can not yes if you talk about not being too normal like that." pinta Safitri sungkan.

Ismail's eyes glanced at several corners of the room then he slightly approached Safitri.

"Sorry Neng can not, a lot of CCTV on," whispered Ismail then back away from Safitri.

"Oh."

"Is there anything you need, madam?" tanya Ismail made sure.

Safitri answered with a head.

"If there is no excuse me." said Ismail then out left Safitri in the pavilion itself.

Safitri's gaze swept across every corner of the sizable space, his feet beginning to step down each inch of the pavilion floor. His eyes noticed one by one the luxury items that were present and neatly arranged in the room.

Safitri placed her shabby bag on the sofa and sat her butt there, pulling her body against the chair while looking up at the sky in the pavilion room.

"Mom, Fitri promised to make money to meet all the needs of my mother and also my sisters. Later if Fitri already got a job and have a salary will definitely send to mother so that mother and sisters are not lacking." monologue.

"Fitri does not know what Fitri will look like in the future and how about this marriage, but the fitri want only one to be able to get money so that Mak and the sisters are not lacking." safitri spoke to herself, strengthening her heart.

"Krucukkk" the pain at once came along with the sound of his stomach.

"Laper." he muttered.

How not to get hungry? Since the journey from home until now Safitri did not swallow anything even drinking water, like a person who was fasting all day. His appetite is not there but his stomach is like charging to be filled as his physical needs.

"When do guests ask for food? ahh ahh.era pondered." her words debated themselves.

"Krucukkk." Safitri's stomach rang back making him hold her stomach to hold her hungry.

"Iihh, this is a stomach ask really filled can not be invited to compromise." complained Safitri and then moved from his seat.

Safitri walked down every corner of the room that was not too wide, his footsteps stopped right in front of a mini kitchen in the room. and how happy his eye bead was when he caught the dishwasher faucet that was in the sink.

"Alhamdulillah, there is sustenance." girang Safitri then accelerate his footsteps to the sink water faucet.

Safitri rotates the water faucet but cannot be swiveled.

"Well, how can't it be turned?" safitri's face looked confused.

Safitri's hands fiddled with the water faucet while thinking how to run this water faucet. Then his right palm hit the water pipe and immediately the water flowed.

"Hehehe turned out to be the way the tap face(Hehehe turned out this is how to open the faucet)" Safitri said while chuckling.

As soon as the water flows Safitri tightens his hands together to form a container to hold the water and then drink it.

"Bismil was bornohmanirohim" he prayed before drinking tap water to fill his thirsty and hungry stomach.

"Alhamdulillah full even if only the same water" said Safitri sounding sliced.

Safitri laid her body on the sofa, her eyes glaring blankly at the ceiling of the room like her heart and mind were empty there was nothing she was currently thinking about.

Tiredness since the death of the father physically and spiritually makes Safitri not feel easily suddenly sleep in a long dream without as much prayer as usual..

***

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the adhan softly infiltrate Safitri's auditory senses to make him wake up and open his eyelids.

"Astagfirullah, is this not a dream?" there was a sense of disappointment as he said those words.

Krucukk.

Back the stomach of Safitri asking to be filled this time the pain is increasingly making Safitri not strong to hold it. As soon as he got off the sofa where he had been sleeping all night, Safitri stepped foot into the bathroom in the pavilion which was still in one room.

15 Minutes later he came out of the bathroom freshly wrapped his body with a towel that had been prepared in the bathroom.

"Alhamdulillah segeran." he said as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

After dressing well and praying dawn

Safitri tidied up her long hair by braiding the sides. Safitri then came out of the pavilion walking on the path along the garden is so beautiful.

"Kruck."

The sound is increasingly often heard as well as the pain due to no intake of food that enters. Safitri's eyes stared at the luxurious house building in front.

"If I'm ashamed I have to endure this hunger for some time, so I'd better throw my shame away. I have to be strong. Mak, Ayu and Indah they need me. So why should I be ashamed if I die of hunger here." Safitriq monologue.

With a confident step Safitri down the path that connects to the main house. His goal is one, to find food so that he can survive and be strong to face reality.

"Who's looking?" the voice of the judes woman who suddenly shocked Safitri as she peeked at the door of the house on the side of the house right next to the dining room.

Safitri immediately stood up straight, then calmly and with a faint smile she replied.

"I don't want to find anyone, I just want to find food because my stomach is hungry" Safitri replied as it is.

The fat-haired woman in her 25s in a maid uniform immediately swerved towards Safitri hearing her answer.

"You're a thief?" the waiter asked, staring at Saputri sharply.

Safitri quietly did not reply, his body too weak to serve the servant's accusation.

"I'm not a thief. I'm just hungry. Give me whatever I can eat mbak." back Safitri asked in a weak voice.

"Basic beggars have no shame, it is too early in the morning you are begging, where still young again. Go make this house shit!" hardik the waiter while glaring and sneering.

Safitri swallowed his saliva with a slightly heavy breath due to his weak body.

"I'm hungry, I just want to eat mbak." lamented Safitri.

"God! Denger my advice. You're beautiful, than you be a beggar mengingan you so a prostitute I'm sure with the look Lo not difficult to get money easily!" the waiter insulted.

"MIM! **HO!!" shouting out loud man from behind the waiter made the waiter only shocked to stand straight with bulging eyes looking frightened.

To be continued........