You Are My Sunshine
The Part 178
"I want to get in, don't get in my way! Let me in."
Michelia screamed hysterically as firefighters and residents held her and held her back from entering the house that had been filled with flames.
Not only the rented house, even the house of the landlady owner and several houses around the residents were burned. Michelia screamed and thrashed like a madman lamenting the deceptive money that was sure to come to ashes inside.
"My money is my money in there. Unhand me! Get your dirty hands off me!" harden it to the people who have been holding it.
"Forget your possessions young man. My house was also scorched, but life and family were more important" exclaimed a middle-aged mother whose house was also burned down.
"Heh, perhaps your cheap treasure is indeed worthless. But my money in there isn't worth all the money you have. My money's almost a billion in there!" he shouted loudly with roaring breath and buying eyes.
"One billion? don't brag. Your clothes are shabby when you say you have a billion dollars, you're not sane!" The mother who originally spoke in a low tone began to rise in black because Michelia insulted and said that her property was worthless.
"You don't know who I am? you need to know I'm a high-officer's son!"
"Based on a crazy woman! Surely he really lost his mind because his rented house burned to cause him to hallucinate dreaming in broad daylight by boasting as the son of an official and also a billion dollars," timpal was a citizen who was there too.
"Who would believe. Just look at that motorbike butut so," another sneer while directing his gaze to the place where the motorbike that was used by Michelia was parked.
After two hours the fire was finally tamed. Smoke is still thick from the rest of the burning debris. The police put up yellow lines all over the fire area, while Michelia was still standing in her place.
The woman is still in anger. The expression on his face seemed to harden, he had not realized at all that was happening to him was the fruit of his filthy deeds. His head was just busy guessing what and who caused the fire to seek impingement as the scapegoat of the thing that befell him.
"This must be because the slums here are so disorganized that their lives are causing fires and wiping out all my money!" his words are still stubborn.
"Recognize Miss all this is a disaster. It is better for now you go to the field near the market. Here it is still not safe, we will provide temporary posts for the victims of the fire" said a firefighter.
Michelia threw a sharp glare at the officer still filled with overflowing anger. However, he was suddenly back on alert when the sound of sirens of other police cars came to review the scene.
Michelia returned to wearing the head covering from her jacket, slowly retreating from there to her bike. While everyone was focusing on evacuating, he started to gas from there on his motorbike before the police realized his whereabouts.
He drove the old motor like an indeterminate man of disobedience towards the destination and after about miles away from the scene he stopped.
The woman was sitting on the side of the road. Michelia started to get scared, her eyes watching every corner restlessly, then her tears broke out crying lamenting her fate.
"Mother.I want to go home," he said on the sidelines of his sobs.