A cold day, it rained heavily last night. I'm sure this morning there will be fewer people scavenging in the garbage fields.

Yes, a field of garbage. I call it that. If people think it's very disgusting. Not to me, it's from that disgusting place that I can make a living day by day.

And since there will be very few people coming today. So I have to be even more active in picking up trash. Although the pungent odor will definitely be very torturous to my smell.

From a distance I saw a large plastic garbage can lying around. Usually rich people would throw away the clothes they no longer wore. It just so happens that I rarely get clothes. Who knows if there's anything I can wear. I immediately went over to it.

However, I was shocked to see blood stains on the plastic bag I found.

nting twigs that I picked up around me. I was shocked by what I found now.

'DEAD!' my heart screamed.

Not daring to make a sound, I looked at the bruised face in front of me. From the clothes he was wearing, I knew this man was from the upper class. But, I wasn't sure if he was still alive.

I caught a glimpse of her lips moving. I confirmed once more. And once I was sure, she was still alive. I noticed around me, no one was around us. I took advantage of the situation to bring her back. Not wanting anyone to know about what I found this time.

I saw the old man's cart at the end of the garbage collection. It was quite a distance from where I was standing. I had to borrow it to transport the body of the stranger I found. I hurriedly approached him.

"Sir, I found a bag of used clothes and want to take it home. Since it's very heavy, can I borrow the cart?" I asked the old man whose name I didn't know.

"Use it, don't forget to return it," he ordered nonchalantly.

The old man continued to look for trash that could be resold. Without paying attention, who dared to borrow his old cart.

I nodded and immediately pushed the old man's cart to where the figure I had found earlier was. With difficulty, I tried to lift his heavy body into the cart. My breathing was labored from what I was doing.

'This is crazy!' I thought to myself.

"I'm taking such a big risk, don't let you die!" I grumbled while staring at the black plastic package I was carrying. As if she could understand what I was saying to her. I pushed it with all my might until it arrived at my place.

I quickly put her down and covered her up so that no one would realize she was here. I turned around to return the old man's cart and made sure there was nothing suspicious on it.

I hurried back and unpacked the black plastic wrapped around the stranger's body.

"Water ...."

I faintly heard his voice asking for water. I didn't have any drinking water. I checked his body, and found a wallet in the back pocket of his pants.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to steal your money. But I need to buy food, drink and medicine." I spoke to myself, as if she could understand my words.

I checked the contents of my wallet and found quite a lot of money. I was right, this man was from the upper class. I hurriedly left him, in order to get whatever the stranger, named Jhon Cerada, and I needed. Yes, I had seen his ID earlier. Turns out he was one of the foreigners here. Maybe there's a business deal or something that I don't need to know about.

I came back with lots of food, drink and medicine. I knew he had a gunshot wound. I'm not a doctor, just armed with my experience from watching movies and the fact that my feet were often hit by broken shards as a child. I tried to remove the bullets lodged throughout his body.

"What exactly happened to you? Are you actually a criminal? Or just a victim of a robbery?" I babbled.

I left everything to the Almighty. And desperately hoped that this man wouldn't just die. It all depended on my luck as well as the man's.

I didn't want to deal with the police. Therefore, I didn't take him to the hospital. Hopefully, God would still be kind to me and to that man.

I occasionally dripped water into his mouth. I put honey on his dry lips. I must admit, this man never seemed to die. Although he fell unconscious many times. But I saw him breathing again. What a relief, I managed to save someone's life this time.

I remembered a moment ago. I myself was almost killed by a mob for stealing food. I was hungry, I didn't understand how to turn the garbage into a source of money.

I was forced to steal food that wasn't much. How sad. The owner caught me and unfortunately, he yelled at me as a thief. The mob immediately surrounded me, making me very scared. My body was shivering with a pale face. This was the first time in my life that I had been judged by a mob.

Luckily, a man with white skin typical of the Middle East helped me. Handsome, that was my first impression of him.

"What's going on?" His firm, melodious voice broke up the crowd. I cowered in fear with my body shaking violently. He looked at me with pity.

"He's a thief!" cursed the food owner. His index finger pointed at me.

"What is he trying to steal?" he asked calmly.

"My food," she replied in a slightly lowered voice.

"Are you hungry?" the man asked.

I nodded, saying yes. I was ashamed, scared and miserable. My life was absolutely miserable, and all because of the insolent behavior of my ex-husband and his family.