Chai, this one got me, I have already imagine something in my mind, guess what, I thought the bricklayer ran away with the money. The way the country is and people life makes it hard to trust someone. At the end of the story I was expecting a fight as if it was me, I would have ask the bricklayer to give me my share as I help him in mixing the cement. You got me. Good story, I love it, wish you good luck.