The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Diamond gift

I stared at Raihan's car departure from my house with a nano feeling. Sad, happy, anxious and anxious mixed into one.

After Raihan's car disappeared from my sleepy eyes, I rushed back inside the house. But when I lay my body on the bed, my eyes that were originally five watts could not be closed. I looked up at the sky with my mind looking where. I thought about my intimacy with Raihan without status, Nura's feelings and Andre's feelings if one day they found out about our closeness.

The journey of life is not always smooth. In the past, I was in a tussle with a very difficult economic problem, and now that the economic problem has increased, I am in a tussle with a fairly complicated romance problem. I want to live a quiet and peaceful life without being distracted by both problems.

I glanced at Zain who was sleeping soundly, I looked at his face, in my heart I am grateful because Zain is not similar to Surya mas because if it looks like maybe I can not forget the figure of Surya mas. Not because of love, but because of my suffering as his wife. Unfair birth, the death-breath that torments my body, his rude attitude and his indifference to me and to his own flesh and blood.

In the middle of my daydream arrived I remembered the gift of Raihan that had not been opened. I immediately got up and grabbed the bag hanging on a nail and then reached for the velvet I had stored in the bag.

I stared at the twinkle of a red velvet box-shaped and slightly flattened in my hand. I was curious and impatient to open it and in my heart I asked thought Raihan bought me gold in the form of bracelets, necklaces or rings? then I opened it slowly. When my eyes opened, I saw him. Not gold in the form of a necklace, ring or bracelet but a very beautiful necklace with a jewel that looks shiny.

I impatiently took the necklace and looked at it closely.

"It's so pretty" I murmured. I was really amazed, because this was the first time I saw such a beautiful necklace in front of my own eyes.

Then my eyes glanced at a note in the velvet that I placed on the table and then I took it. After reading the note my eyes widened again. It turns out that the necklace pendant is a diamond, it deserves to be beautiful and shiny. Not until there, I was curious about the price because the note did not include the price but only the type, so I took the initiative to check it on a website.

I picked up the phone I had in my drawer and impatiently surfed the internet and opened a diamond price list website this month. I carefully searched the price of the diamond with the type listed on the note. Within minutes I found him.

"GIA 3 carats G VS1: 1,240,000,000." I spelled out the nominal price of the diamond and again I widened my eyes and closed my gaping mouth after knowing the price of the diamond pendant necklace in my hand.

"O Allah Rai, you gave me a gift of diamonds worth one billion and two hundred million more!"

I nodded, my tears began to flow. Why am I crying? I should be cheering for the gift of a diamond necklace. I wept because I was moved to be loved by a Raihan who loved me for who I was without seeing my flaws and willingly gave away billions worth of diamond jewelry. Truly I never dreamed or fantasized to have it but through Raihan I became to have it.

I stood in front of the closet mirror, I looked at my body and my face in the mirror

that's. Then I put the diamond necklace on my neck, it looked very suitable hanging on my white neck. I smiled at her because this is the first time I've ever worn diamond jewelry. Never mind diamonds, gold necklaces only ever wear it once when I am not married and still working but it was not long because my mother asked me to sell it.

I looked at my neck with a smile, but before long the smile faded considering the necklace I was wearing was a very expensive necklace. I wonder if Haji Ma would have known that his son had given me this diamond? although I know that Raihan bought this necklace with his own money. Then I removed the necklace from my neck and placed it in velvet. After that, I kept it in a safe place.

I flicked a little curtain window of my room, outside it was already brightly visible then the tail of my eyes glanced towards the clock that was attached to the wall, deservedly it was already bright it was already at half seven. I rushed out of the room to clean my body first before Zain woke up.

I hope that today no guests come to my house because I will produce crackers, because, the stock of dry crackers has been thinned. Once I thought to develop my business but of course it takes a lot of capital while my savings were not enough.

I looked towards Zain who was playing the mobilan. Zain only played inside the house for a day but when I was not busy I took him to play in the yard. Zain himself had no friends and never played with a neighbor's son, besides being too small my house and neighbors who have small children are far apart and there is only one neighbor who is quite close but they do not have small children.

"Zayn..!"call me. Zain turned and said, "your mama."

"Your mom wants to work in the kitchen! Zain just play alone yeah and don't go anywhere."

"Oce mama."Then I went into the kitchen.

I began to struggle to produce crackers as much as fifteen kilos of flour. I deliberately make it in large quantities to have a lot of stock so in one week I just produce it three times and the rest of the day I use to fry and wrap and circulate it to fifteen stalls in my village.

It's been three hours that I've been so busy myself that I've forgotten my son Zain. In the midst of my busy life, I just remembered that I did not hear Zain's babble in the TV room. I stopped my activities first and then moved and after the TV room I did not find Zain.

I panicked, I walked to and fro and called his name but there was no truth. When I looked for it into the living room I saw the entrance door open a little. I patted my eel why I could forget the door wasn't in the lock so Zain could get out of the house.

I rushed out of the house looking for Zain's whereabouts, my gaze circling the courtyard of the house wide enough and shouting to call his name but there was no reply. I was getting panicked, so panicked I looked to the side of my house without using my footwear.

After being next to the house, I faintly heard a man's voice cursing at someone. I sharpened my vision to the source of the sound and was immediately surprised to find Zain being mocked by Mr. Yanto beside his house. Not want to waste time I walked quickly towards the house of Pak Yanto past the yard overgrown with cassava plants and such. The yard with an area of five hundred meters is a barrier between my house and the house of Mr. Yanto, three hundred meters of mine and two hundred meters of Mr. Yanto's. Mr. Yanto himself is the only neighbor closest to my house.

In the middle of me walking quickly and without regard to my bare feet, my feet suddenly stepped on a broken glass, I screamed in pain and fresh blood immediately poured out. I immediately pulled out the broken glass that was stuck to the soles of my feet.

After that, I continued my steps to approach Mr. Yanto and Zain regardless of the blood flowing and in an abnormal way. The closer the closer I look, Mr. Yanto is knocking on my son's ear and he is crying hysterically.

"Let go of my son sir, please let go." I screamed as I walked and held back the pain in my legs.

After realizing to my comrade, Mr. Yanto immediately released his hand from Zain's ear. Zain looked at me and then he ran towards me and hugged my leg. While crying Zain said, "Zen acute mama acute."

My chest rumbled to see my crying child groaning and feeling terrified, I was so angry. Then I stared intently at the skinny man who had hurt my son.

Mr. Yanto who only wears a black color under the knee and a deep shirt is the same as me, which is staring intently at me while shaking my waist.

"Pak Yanto is indeed a parent who does not have a heart and mind, it is heart to hurt my child who is still a toddler and does not understand what." With a feeling of annoyance and indignation I said so because I think Mr. Yanto is really a parent who crossed the line.