" I'm sorry... Ji hon."
The night was starring. You glare too long at it and might not realize how many years had rolled back. Just to unseal a bottle and cast to it to the low beings that clean your floor.
Things had changed, we are no longer in a village.
The broom sweep the Mable floor of the Ti company. The cleaners in bule had their head lower not daring to glare at the noble worker of the great company.
Raining season can't stay for long dought might come some day."
Then I would hunt and save for that day.
Ji hon lift his head. Reaveling the rough village features but a refreshing look that taint with exhaustion, and a bit of fear.
The street burned of sweat bodies. The lower district of Hong Kong hustle for the day to day living as the little payment are hard to get by with.
" Water... Water... Water."
The man leaning to a post board mutter. His eyes would blink and shut but no one is passing him a glare.
Water
Water
Please give me water...
" Here."
Every street is an alley that would lead you to dense smacked homes. The temperature is very hot, the narrowed corridors is very hot.
The small electric fan fixed to the cage bars had long stopped working. Harry long giving up on living couldn't help but cursed. He cursed the weather, curse the government, curse his situation, then curse the stupid fan for not working at all despite being second hand that lives for 12 years.
" You are back."
His eyes were now beautiful staring at his room mate who brought a small shop bag of food stuff.
Harry was quick volunteer to cook and Ji hon count money. Little Ji hon was about 80.5 cm tall, had a wheat upkept skin, still keep his bald hair and is seriously counting money.
A month payment. Remove rent, remove a parking part for school fee and not is left.
Ji hon mutter under his breath and Harry was quick to agree. What was the use of going to school in this insane country. Buy drink and rent women and let get high...
Harry didn't complete his perching under Ji hon murderous glare.
He saved the money with the others.