Hans or Tully?

"Good afternoon... Mr. Hans," greeted Mr. Yono politely as he bent down towards the bathtub.

Sazha looked very panicked, he wondered how they could know that he was Hans, even though his physical body had changed.

Sazha immediately looked at his body.

"Oh shit." Sazha was sweating.

One of the men in suits took out his cigarette and lit it in front of Sazha's face.

"Today is the right time to pay your debt, make sure you have money because if not—you know what the consequences are—young man?" Mr. Yono blew his cigarette smoke into Sazha's eyes.

"Uhuk, UHUK..." a cough from a cowardly old man who never dared to smoke (Sazha). Even though the more you smoke, the healthier your body is.

"Wait a minute sir, excuse me, if I may ask, what is my debt, sir?" Sazha's heart skipped a beat.

"Hey!? Are you forgetful or what? Ohok ohok... (cough), damn this cigarette is killing me but I can't stop."

Sazha and the other two men in black suits were confused.

"Zawa! Try explaining it to this idiot. If I explain it to him, I'm afraid he won't understand my high literary language." Mr. Yono patted Zawa's shoulder—another man who was also wearing a black suit.

"Yes, Sir"

"Ahem... so as explained earlier, Mr. Hans borrowed money from PT. Zwein in the amount of Rp. 30,000,000.00 with an interest of 3% per day. Because you borrowed and haven't paid it since 1 month ago, the total price of Mr. Hans' loan is...

Rp. 46,100,000.00."

"Owh... eh—" Sazha was dumbfounded.

~ 5 hours later

Under the bright sky full of clouds, now Sazha was walking towards a place, he was still holding the paper in his hand while daydreaming.

The old man remembered the words of one of the men in the black suit earlier.

"You said you would use this money for someone's medical expenses, use it properly, otherwise, I'll punch your face, you piece of trash... cuih!" said Mr. Yono while spitting on Hans.

In the middle of the journey, Sazha caught a glimpse of a slum child who suddenly glanced at Sazha... accompanied by his wide smile.

The messy-haired child seemed to be picking up papers that had fallen to the ground. However, for some reason, he kept staring at Sazha.

The frightened Sazha decided to pretend not to see the child, until finally the child was left far behind. When Sazha turned around again, the child had now disappeared.

"I'm hallucinating again, it must be because of what happened this morning... Ugh... damn, damn," said Sazha while kicking the trash can in front of him.

Currently, Sazha only had 1 white t-shirt and 1 pair of floral pants that he was wearing at the moment. All of Hans' belongings had been confiscated by the men in black suits.

"Damn... ~ damn... ~ damn the old man with glasses and a mustache ~" Sazha sang.

Now, Sazha was penniless. He decided to work part-time after finishing checking someone at the hospital.

~ 30 minutes later

Sazha had just entered a remote hospital, he was now heading to a room.

"Because the money you have is only 14 million, we have to confiscate all the items in this room, along with the room. If next week you still can't pay, we will be forced to take all your belongings, including the right to live in this cheap apartment," said another man wearing a black suit.

"Hans... I know very well that you want to give the best for him, don't worry my friend, you are not wrong, they are the ones who are wrong, not you," said Sazha in his heart while looking annoyed.

Sazha opened the door to room number 430 slowly.

"Good afternoon..." said Sazha who was now soft.

From the door of the room, an old woman was seen, her body looked thin and dry.

From behind, a nurse who was supposed to take Hans had just arrived, she was left behind because Sazha walked fast.

He could only be silent, Sazha was still afraid that his true identity would be revealed.

The nurse approached the old woman who was lying down, giving her food and drinks manually.

Sazha then sat on a small chair because she was tired.

Sazha could only sit still. She was still thinking about her rude behavior towards Hans' refrigerator yesterday.

She didn't know what else to think about, this time Sazha just wanted to forget about her debt problem which reached 46 million.

"Sir... sorry, sir!" called the nurse to Hans who was still in a daze.

"I want to go to another patient, before I go, is there anything you don't understand, sir?"

Sazha finally looked at the nurse, there were big, dark eye bags under her eyes.

"Miss nurse... sorry I still have one question."

"Okay, what do you want to ask, sir?".

"Um, miss, is my mother's illness... still curable?" Sazha's gaze looked serious.

The nurse was surprised, then she smiled.

"Yes, of course, as I said earlier. The point is, don't worry, we will treat her mother's illness soon! Now your job is just to have a casual chat with your mother, so that she won't get bored later," the nurse replied with a friendly smile.

"Mrs. Hans can't do anything anymore—she can only hear and breathe, she can't even open her eyes," Sazha said in her heart that was starting to open.

Several hours had passed, but Sazha still didn't know what she wanted to talk to her mother about.

Sazha wanted to talk to Mrs. Hans several times, but she always failed, she was too bad at fooling a weak old woman.

After dozens of failures, Sazha finally decided to take a risk.

After a few minutes of silence, a voice suddenly sounded

"Um, Mom... sorry... I—I'm not H—Hans, I—I'm just... Sazha, yes I'm Sazha. Nice to meet you, Mom.

Um... maybe it's rude to pry into other people's family matters, but—Hans is a good boy, and I promise I'll bring Hans back to you to apologize."

Sazha lowered his head.

"I know, I don't deserve to say this, but Hans' future is still wide open— unlike me."

"I... am still a child who will not..." Sazha thought to himself.

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In a townhouse, a man with long white hair was seen. The man's face looked like a woman's face at first glance, but he was still a man.

The man sat on a chair, he seemed to be writing something. Sometimes he would stop for a moment to think hard.

After finishing writing, the man closed his book. He went to the backyard of his house to look at the cool trees while eating the watermelon he took from the dining table.

Behind the beautiful sound of birds chirping, suddenly the sound of a smartphone ringtone was heard from inside the man's pants pocket. He picked up the phone and listened to the sound from the object.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay, thank you."

The man relaxed again under the shady and calming trees.

"Is this the dream we want to make come true? Brother Sazha?"

The man stood up again, then sat back down on the chair he had left earlier.

On the paper he could see a fictional story with the title *******.

Back to Sazha—

Night fell, an old man in the body of a young man was trying to find something.

"Finally collected, huh, so tired..." said a young man who was now carrying a sack filled with plastic waste.

Sazha, who was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, was always looked at by other people with disgust, pity, and laughter.

Sazha could only laugh in annoyance when he was continuously watched by other people. 

Sazha stood up and then unconsciously shouted

"Yes, keep going, keep looking at me like that, keep looking at me like trash that was not thrown away in its place!" Sazha received more and more attention from the city people passing by.

"Huh?? Why? Are you jealous of my fate, right?" Sazha began to panic.

Suddenly an old man in a black hat approached Hans.

"Follow me, my brother," said the old man in a serious tone.

From a distance Sazha saw the city security guard staff.

When he saw the old man suddenly run, Sazha also ran because he panicked.

In the midst of the sparkling city lights, the two of them ran, ran, kept running to avoid being chased by the Satpol PP.

4 minutes later

Until finally they both arrived at a slum area.

"Hey, you mustached man, where are we going?" Sazha asked softly.

"Huh!? Oh, wait a minute." The mustached man took out his cigarette.

"Uhuk! Ohok! Okay young man, do you recognize me now?" The old man took off his hat—then he moved his hand to take a pair of sunglasses.

"You!? Damn—you were the loan shark this morning, right?" Sazha suddenly stopped walking.

"Yes, that was it, now I've been fired." Mr. Yono blew his cigarette smoke into Hans' face.

Sazha covered his nose and said

"Huh!? Tch! This morning you teased me, Ahhh now our fate is the same...

heh, fate is indeed difficult to predict huh... old man..." Sazha laughed pretendingly while patting Mr. Yono's shoulder repeatedly.

"NO!" shouted Mr. Yono.

"Our fates are not the same..." Mr. Yono laughed amusedly.

"Heh—because soon I will be—a BILLIONAIRE! HAHAHAH..." said Mr. Yono while looking at Sazha seriously.

Sazha tried to hold back his laughter, but he let it out

"HAH!?? AWKOWKKWOWK."

"This guy seems stressed, I better leave before I catch my crazy," thought Sazha.

When Sazha wanted to leave, Mr. Yono grabbed Hans' thin shoulders tightly.

"Wait a minute, young man! Don't rush—" said Mr. Yono once again with a serious look.

Sazha's face looked sweaty.

"—Otherwise—your fortune... will be pecked by a chicken..." said Mr. Yono with a serious face accompanied by a smile on his face.

Sazha was seen swallowing his own saliva.

~ 20 minutes later

Now Sazha and Mr. Yono are in—

an illegal—gambling—place.

"As I thought." Sazha's eyes started to feel heavy.