Chapter TwoIn his one room, toilet and kitchen apartment infested with rats and insects. Demarcated with curtains. He cleared the room and raised the curtain so that fresh air can come in well. The day is still fresh and bright, a very chilled tea would be good for the morning. Then he remembered he still owned the boy who sold cold Nescafe at the end of the street. He checked his trouser pocket and brought it out the same way, to his sadness; he found nothing but just papers of his old graphics. He throws his trouser to the floor and removed his boxer and singlet, grabs a small towel, he dashed to his toilet as the music played in his room. He danced inside the toilet, still thinking about his loss, what can he do? He already lost another job again because of his sleep. Rays of hope shone on him as he decided to go for the interview probably there could be a remedy since "half bread was better than none". It was better for him to go late than not gone at al
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