The Day of Jono

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Malioboro is a famous street full of classy shops and restaurants, which are marching and facing each other, on the left and right. These luxury buildings stretch for about a one kilometer from the north to south. Half kilometer more to south there is a Palace; belong to the Sultan of Jogjakarta. This shopping place offers a great luxury for those who have a lot of money. The buildings are closely spaced, no space for street vendors except on the sidewalks. Here, capitalism makes money to become a crucial thing in life. Money means power and prosperity. Here the rule is for those who strong will survive. No money means any food to eat; you will die fast without money. Money also, brought Jono, unemployment, standing in front of one prestige shopping mall on the north side of Malioboro street.
“I must do it now or my family will not have meals for dinner tonight. This is the first time and maybe the last because maybe I will find a job tomorrow.” Said Jono quietly talking to himself. His eyes are staring to the crowd of people.
“Hey, do you want to buy something?” said the street vendor.
“No.”
“Then, what are you doing here? Get lost!! You make my costumers leave.”
“I am sorry.”
Jono walked slowly. His eyes were looking for something. There in front of a seafood restaurant, he stopped. He saw an old woman, with a black leather bag hanging on her shoulder.
“Ok, this is easy, just an old lady, take the money quietly and go.” Jono speak to himself.
He came closer when the old women take a paper out from her bag and read it. Jono moved closer to her back, then he saw the old woman’s wallet in her bag. He looked around to make sure that no one would saw his act. By his right hand, he tried to take the wallet very carefully. Suddenly, the old woman turned around then faced him. His face turned to red and his hands trembling. The old woman begun to stared his eyes.
“Exuse me sir, do you know where is this?” she showed the paper to Jono.
“Oh, thanks my God, I am safe.” said Jono in his heart.
“sir!!”
“Yeah… I am sorry, let me see it ‘Coffin and Cemetery’ Malioboro street 13, errr… oh there Madame, across the street you can see the shop from here.”
“Oooh… yes I see it, thank you. I’ve been looking that shop for an hour.”
“It’s nothing Madame.”
“You know sir, I planned to reserve a piece of land in cemetery and a coffin for myself, I don’t want to be cremated like a fish in this restaurant. So, I will die in peace if my day had come.”
The old women walked to cross the street. Jono called of his plan to steal the old woman’s wallet. He would feel very guilty, if he had stolen the wallet. Looking forward, he saw an old man with nice clothes walking. It seemed that he was a rich old man.
“This is my target, don’t fail.”
He walked slowly, followed the old man on the back. Quietly, he moved closer and closer. His hand tried to take the wallet in the old man’s pants pocket. When he had the wallet on his hand, suddenly…
“Pickpocket!!” someone screamed, and then everyone looked at Jono.
He was shocked. In a second, he put the wallet inside his shirt then run.
“Hey… you stop!!”
Many people shouted to Jono, Like a blind pig Jono run very fast. He pushed some people to clear his way.
“I’ll die, I’ll die…. Please help me God, they chase me. To the station, maybe I can hide there. Oh …..Damned!!! ”
He saw some police in front. Feeling worried, he crossed the street then run to the opposite direction.
“Oh mama, everyone in this town wants to catch me. No escape for me, no place to hide”
He runs in a high-speed, but something happened in front of the ‘Cemetery and Coffin’ shop.
“Die you thief.”
Someone, with a baseball stick, smacked Jono’s head strongly. The blood oozed from his head. Jono felt down on the ground.
“Dark… dark” cried Jono, then unmoved.
“He is died” some people begun to speak.
“That is my wallet, please take it for me!” the old man came closer.
Someone took the wallet from Jono’s body and gave it to the old man.
“Thank you, I need the money to reserve a piece of land in cemetery and a coffin from this shop.”
The crowd dispersed when the police arrived.

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