New Life - страница 3

* Because our problem is money.

* And the only problem God created that turns people into servants is money.

* Then let's do this, so our mother doesn't worry about us. Let's abandon these dirty jobs.

And at that moment, the door opened. Police officers with weapons in their hands entered and told them, "Hands up," and took them outside. The inside was full of bicycles.

* But what will happen to our mother? one of the brothers asked.

* But how will our mother be, my brother...?

* Shut your mouth, to the police station.

Everyone has a desire in their heart, and that is what keeps life going. It carries people toward immortality; the light of the sun that is born every day with a new desire also rises from the desire within you to the far reaches of the sky.

Their mother did not know. Not about the children, not about the theft. She thought her sons were studying in the city. That they were students.

Furthermore, on the day of the theft, she was going to prepare a package and send it to them. Just at that moment, she heard the ringing sound, took the receiver in her hand,

* With a short, sad voice, as if she knew she would hear something bad about her sons, she picked up the receiver.

* Hello?

* I am Captain Daniel from the police department bothering you. I am calling you to your local police station in the town where you are.

* Her mother did not know what to do with the phone in her hand, she placed the phone device neatly in its place. Why is he calling? What have they done again? These children don't even know what peace is, since they were kids.

* Now they must have fought, that's why he's calling. She put on her clothes and left this old house for the station.

The mother, the hollows of her eyes were clearly visible, her skin had aged, the beauty of her youth had vanished and disappeared. And when she spoke, she spoke with great difficulty. Old people should live comfortably, without problems, because they are face to face with death at every moment.

She left the yard.

Indila was a beautiful girl. Her eyes were black, her long eyelashes and coy look added to her beauty. Indila had been working in this restaurant for a long time. She was one of the female workers, she took care of the cleaning. Indila was far from her own homeland here, in another country, on the other side of the seas and oceans. Just because her mother and father separated, she moved and came here with her mother. Sometimes she also performed music. Her main job was washing dishes and working in the restaurant like other female workers.

One day, that is today, the restaurant manager called her to his side. He asked, "Do you know Gabriel?"

* No.

* I am talking about the guitarist who performed today. Did you hear his voice?

* Yes, but I haven't seen him in person.

* I want you to sing with him, you have a beautiful voice, don't let it get lost and disappear with dishwashing.

* What can I do?

* You will just perform together today because we have special guests at the restaurant.

* Now go get ready, take this money, pay attention to your attire. The dress you buy should be such that everyone will like it when you perform.

Indila looked at the money, truly it was the first time she had this much money.

* Sir, I need a little,

* No, I am thinking of both you and, more than you, myself. Come on, don't be stubborn. Go buy a good dress. And also be quick because the guests will arrive soon.