Chapter 3
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Richard stands in front of an old but in well-cared house. Small yard in façade full of colorful flowers, bring sweet and nice fragrance in surrounding the house. He looks at the name card in his hand; the address is like what printed on that card. Yes, that's name card uncle Horta give him before and this house is uncle Horta's friend residence. His name is Steven Cheng.
DING… DONG…. DING…DONG
Richard pushes the bell door and waiting patiently.
Not waiting too long, the door open and a middle-aged man appears there.
Richard: "Ni Hao" (hello)
[following conversation made in the Mandarin language but written in English to make easier reading]
Steven: "Hello, Who are you and what kind of business you have here?"
Richard: "Mr. Steven, my name is Richard, Richard Marcos. Captain Horta sends me here and said maybe you can help me"
Steven: "Horta? That old geezer in Hongkong? Great!"
Richard: "Indeed Mr. Steven, his ship will be in Hong Kong for a week and he sends his regards to you"
Steven: "Good…he he he. Young boy, your name is Richard, right? Please come in and we talk inside"
Mr. Steven opens the door wider and invites Richard to enter his house.
Richard: "Well….excuse me"
After takeoff his shoes Richard following Mr. Steven entering the guest room.
Mr. Steven takes a seat and Richard also sits in front of him.
Mr. Steven: "Okay lads, Horta is a friend of mine. We've been friends for years. He asks me to help you, so what can I do to help you?"
Richard: "I want to work here in Hong Kong, sir"
Mr. Steven: "You have work permits?"
Richard shakes his head, "No sir, I don't have it"
Mr. Steven: "Hmmm…that would be a bit troublesome. Formal contract workers required work permits for migrant works. Aren't you from China right? Where you came from? Vietnam? Or Indonesia? Do you have a passport?"
Richard: "No sir, I'm not from China. I'm from the Philippines and I have a passport".
Mr. Steven: "Oh …. Philippines, I see, just like Horta. Tell me about yourself lads and what you can do for work".
Mr. Steven looks at the young boy who sits in front of him. A boy with around 175 cm height, curly hair, tanned skin that shows the owner exposed to sunrays quite often, big eyes and high nose. Although can't be categorized as handsome but not ugly either, white teeth within the lips that show polite smile make the boy appearances pleased to whoever sees him. His body not bulky but not thin either. Some thick muscles can be seen faintly in his arms.
'Hmmm, he looks normal, at least not looks like gangster or terrorist. His attitude also good' that's what Mr. Steven thinking about Richard.
Richard: " About myself…well, I'm 18 years old this year. My mother passed away 2 years ago and about my father, he already separates when I'm 1 years old…."
And then Richard start telling Mr. Steven about his life and what kind of works he had been doing so far, like a candidate employee in a job interview.
After several minutes, Richard finishing his story. Mr. Steven never interrupting Richard and listening to him silently, sometimes just nod when to hear something good or shake his head when he hears something unpleasant.
"Young boy, let me see your hands"
"My hands' sir?....well, here"
Mr. Steven examines Richard's hand. The skin is thick and there's some callous in his finger. This certain hand of people who have worked hard and not hands of usual homeboy.
"Can you drive lads?"
"I can drive motorcycle sir, but I never drive a car before"
"It's okay; at least right now I can't give you a job like truck driver hahaha. You can learn how to drive the car later. Right, you don't have a place to stay, yes? You can stay here, take that empty room in the backyard to sleep. I'll show you the room"
"Thank you, sir!"
Mr. Steven leads Richard to his room in the backyard.
"Here we are, young boy! You can use this room for free, just keep it clean and tidy. When I get a suitable job for you, I'll let you know. Now just enter and get some rest, we have dinner at seven".
"Yes, sir! Thank you so much. By the way, is there anyone else live in this house?"
"Nope. Just me and you right now. My wife already passed away and my son lives in a different part of the city. Anything else you want to ask? If not I'll be returning to my own room"
"No sir, I think I'll just start to unpack my baggage"
"Okay, I'll take my leave then"
Mr. Steven turns his back and walks leaving Richard in his room. After Mr. Steven disappears from his sight, Richard closes the door and examining his room. It's not a big room but not small either. A bed, cupboard, small table with 2 chairs are the only things inside the room. Finished unpack his belonging into the cupboard, Richard laid on the bed, His eyes staring far into the ceiling and whispering:
"Mother, I've made it to Hong Kong. Please watch me from above"
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Richard stands in front of an old but in well-cared house. Small yard in façade full of colorful flowers, bring sweet and nice fragrance in surrounding the house. He looks at the name card in his hand; the address is like what printed on that card. Yes, that's name card uncle Horta give him before and this house is uncle Horta's friend residence. His name is Steven Cheng.
DING… DONG…. DING…DONG
Richard pushes the bell door and waiting patiently.
Not waiting too long, the door open and a middle-aged man appears there.
Richard: "Ni Hao" (hello)
[following conversation made in the Mandarin language but written in English to make easier reading]
Steven: "Hello, Who are you and what kind of business you have here?"
Richard: "Mr. Steven, my name is Richard, Richard Marcos. Captain Horta sends me here and said maybe you can help me"
Steven: "Horta? That old geezer in Hongkong? Great!"
Richard: "Indeed Mr. Steven, his ship will be in Hong Kong for a week and he sends his regards to you"
Steven: "Good…he he he. Young boy, your name is Richard, right? Please come in and we talk inside"
Mr. Steven opens the door wider and invites Richard to enter his house.
Richard: "Well….excuse me"
After takeoff his shoes Richard following Mr. Steven entering the guest room.
Mr. Steven takes a seat and Richard also sits in front of him.
Mr. Steven: "Okay lads, Horta is a friend of mine. We've been friends for years. He asks me to help you, so what can I do to help you?"
Richard: "I want to work here in Hong Kong, sir"
Mr. Steven: "You have work permits?"
Richard shakes his head, "No sir, I don't have it"
Mr. Steven: "Hmmm…that would be a bit troublesome. Formal contract workers required work permits for migrant works. Aren't you from China right? Where you came from? Vietnam? Or Indonesia? Do you have a passport?"
Richard: "No sir, I'm not from China. I'm from the Philippines and I have a passport".
Mr. Steven: "Oh …. Philippines, I see, just like Horta. Tell me about yourself lads and what you can do for work".
Mr. Steven looks at the young boy who sits in front of him. A boy with around 175 cm height, curly hair, tanned skin that shows the owner exposed to sunrays quite often, big eyes and high nose. Although can't be categorized as handsome but not ugly either, white teeth within the lips that show polite smile make the boy appearances pleased to whoever sees him. His body not bulky but not thin either. Some thick muscles can be seen faintly in his arms.
'Hmmm, he looks normal, at least not looks like gangster or terrorist. His attitude also good' that's what Mr. Steven thinking about Richard.
Richard: " About myself…well, I'm 18 years old this year. My mother passed away 2 years ago and about my father, he already separates when I'm 1 years old…."
And then Richard start telling Mr. Steven about his life and what kind of works he had been doing so far, like a candidate employee in a job interview.
After several minutes, Richard finishing his story. Mr. Steven never interrupting Richard and listening to him silently, sometimes just nod when to hear something good or shake his head when he hears something unpleasant.
"Young boy, let me see your hands"
"My hands' sir?....well, here"
Mr. Steven examines Richard's hand. The skin is thick and there's some callous in his finger. This certain hand of people who have worked hard and not hands of usual homeboy.
"Can you drive lads?"
"I can drive motorcycle sir, but I never drive a car before"
"It's okay; at least right now I can't give you a job like truck driver hahaha. You can learn how to drive the car later. Right, you don't have a place to stay, yes? You can stay here, take that empty room in the backyard to sleep. I'll show you the room"
"Thank you, sir!"
Mr. Steven leads Richard to his room in the backyard.
"Here we are, young boy! You can use this room for free, just keep it clean and tidy. When I get a suitable job for you, I'll let you know. Now just enter and get some rest, we have dinner at seven".
"Yes, sir! Thank you so much. By the way, is there anyone else live in this house?"
"Nope. Just me and you right now. My wife already passed away and my son lives in a different part of the city. Anything else you want to ask? If not I'll be returning to my own room"
"No sir, I think I'll just start to unpack my baggage"
"Okay, I'll take my leave then"
Mr. Steven turns his back and walks leaving Richard in his room. After Mr. Steven disappears from his sight, Richard closes the door and examining his room. It's not a big room but not small either. A bed, cupboard, small table with 2 chairs are the only things inside the room. Finished unpack his belonging into the cupboard, Richard laid on the bed, His eyes staring far into the ceiling and whispering:
"Mother, I've made it to Hong Kong. Please watch me from above"
Richard stands in front of an old but in well-cared house. Small yard in faade full of colorful flowers, bring sweet and nice fragrance in surrounding the house. He looks at the name card in his hand; the address is like what printed on that card. Yes, that's name card uncle Horta give him before and this house is uncle Horta's friend residence. His name is Steven Cheng.DING DONG. DINGDONGRichard pushes the bell door and waiting patiently.Not waiting too long, the door open and a middle-aged man appears there.Richard: "Ni Hao" hellofollowing conversation made in the Mandarin language but written in English to make easier readingSteven: "Hello, Who are you and what kind of business you have here?"Richard: "Mr. Steven, my name is Richard, Richard Marcos. Captain Horta sends me here and said maybe you can help me"Steven: "Horta? That old geezer in Hongkong? Great!"Richard: "Indeed Mr. Steven, his ship will be in Hong Kong for a week and he sends his regards to you"Steven: "Goodhe he he. Young boy, your name is Richard, right? Please come in and we talk inside"Mr. Steven opens the door wider and invites Richard to enter his house.Richard: "Well.excuse me"After takeoff his shoes Richard following Mr. Steven entering the guest room.Mr. Steven takes a seat and Richard also sits in front of him.Mr. Steven: "Okay lads, Horta is a friend of mine. We've been friends for years. He asks me to help you, so what can I do to help you?"Richard: "I want to work here in Hong Kong, sir"Mr. Steven: "You have work permits?"Richard shakes his head, "No sir, I don't have it"Mr. Steven: "Hmmmthat would be a bit troublesome. Formal contract workers required work permits for migrant works. Aren't you from China right? Where you came from? Vietnam? Or Indonesia? Do you have a passport?"Richard: "No sir, I'm not from China. I'm from the Philippines and I have a passport".Mr. Steven: "Oh . Philippines, I see, just like Horta. Tell me about yourself lads and what you can do for work".Mr. Steven looks at the young boy who sits in front of him. A boy with around 175 cm height, curly hair, tanned skin that shows the owner exposed to sunrays quite often, big eyes and high nose. Although can't be categorized as handsome but not ugly either, white teeth within the lips that show polite smile make the boy appearances pleased to whoever sees him. His body not bulky but not thin either. Some thick muscles can be seen faintly in his arms.'Hmmm, he looks normal, at least not looks like gangster or terrorist. His attitude also good' that's what Mr. Steven thinking about Richard.Richard: " About myselfwell, I'm 18 years old this year. My mother passed away 2 years ago and about my father, he already separates when I'm 1 years old."And then Richard start telling Mr. Steven about his life and what kind of works he had been doing so far, like a candidate employee in a job interview.After several minutes, Richard finishing his story. Mr. Steven never interrupting Richard and listening to him silently, sometimes just nod when to hear something good or shake his head when he hears something unpleasant."Young boy, let me see your hands""My hands' sir?....well, here"Mr. Steven examines Richard's hand. The skin is thick and there's some callous in his finger. This certain hand of people who have worked hard and not hands of usual homeboy."Can you drive lads?""I can drive motorcycle sir, but I never drive a car before""It's okay; at least right now I can't give you a job like truck driver hahaha. You can learn how to drive the car later. Right, you don't have a place to stay, yes? You can stay here, take that empty room in the backyard to sleep. I'll show you the room""Thank you, sir!"Mr. Steven leads Richard to his room in the backyard."Here we are, young boy! You can use this room for free, just keep it clean and tidy. When I get a suitable job for you, I'll let you know. Now just enter and get some rest, we have dinner at seven"."Yes, sir! Thank you so much. By the way, is there anyone else live in this house?""Nope. Just me and you right now. My wife already passed away and my son lives in a different part of the city. Anything else you want to ask? If not I'll be returning to my own room""No sir, I think I'll just start to unpack my baggage""Okay, I'll take my leave then"Mr. Steven turns his back and walks leaving Richard in his room. After Mr. Steven disappears from his sight, Richard closes the door and examining his room. It's not a big room but not small either. A bed, cupboard, small table with 2 chairs are the only things inside the room. Finished unpack his belonging into the cupboard, Richard laid on the bed, His eyes staring far into the ceiling and whispering:"Mother, I've made it to Hong Kong. Please watch me from above"
