The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Fried rice for mom

Dur dur dur dur dur

"Nurii Nurii!"

The door of the room was blown open by my mother while shouting my name. I just said my greetings and haven't opened the face I'm wearing. I immediately got up and opened the door because I didn't want my mother's screams to wake up Zain who was sleeping if he let it go.

"What the hell is ma'am, I just finished praying." Speak to me in a voice that I slow down so that Zain does not get distracted. I really wanted to scream back. Because I was so upset with him.

"What's wrong, pray for an hour. You deliberately want to avoid let me not tell you to make fried rice?" Sung to me with a face that is not good to see by my eyes.

Mother's accusation pisses me off. But I prayed only five minutes instead of the one hour he accused me of. Besides, I was really upset because my mother accused me of wanting to avoid her so as not to make fried rice for her. All my life when have I ever denied my mother's wishes? never at all. I always obeyed what he told me because he was my mother whom I had to respect even if I was always bad at me.

Then, I walked forward and I closed the door tightly so that Zain would not hear our noise.

"I pray only five minutes Ma'am. After all since when have I ever denied mother's wishes? when's Ma? I do not want to avoid but I want to pray first because Maghrib time is only a short time unlike other prayer times. Why don't you pray Maghrib first? is it true that mothers are not afraid of the sin of leaving prayer continuously? mom is often participate in the study did mother never hear the lecture about the obligation to do the five prayers?" unek unek in my head I finally revealed also in front of my mother directly. I don't know why it felt like I had the courage to slightly advise my mother. But unfortunately what I said made my mother even more angry with me.

"Don't be your pinter ass, you were just a kid yesterday afternoon of course the science of your religion is far below me. After all, you never went to college so where did you get to know about the science of religion? I am your mother, do you deserve to advise the mother who gave birth to you with great difficulty? you as a child should be obedient and devoted to parents not even pretentious to advise me with your shallow religious knowledge."

I let out a sigh of restraint from the scathing remark I wanted to make to mother. I feel very eager to have it over. But, I chose to immediately go to the kitchen with my face that I still wear. because if my mother argue there will be no end. I know, my mom still looks at me annoyed that I've ignored her.

Arrive in the kitchen. I immediately opened the face I was wearing and hung it on a long rope in the kitchen. After that, I took one egg that I bought this afternoon to eat Zain tomorrow. Because my mood was again upset with mother, I became lazy to buy spices. I just sliced onions and chili. After that, I stir-fry on a pan that has been seen blackened because the age of the pan has even six years. Then, I put eggs and then in urak arik. After that, I put rice, salt and soy sauce without micin. When I finished, I took it to my mother who was watching TV and I put my fried rice right in front of her. He stared at the fried rice with his lips extended five inches.

"Why not use telor ceplok nur? are you budeg how did I tell you to make it?" His touch arrived. I who had just turned around was about to return to the kitchen turned to look at my mother again.

"The spell is over, ma'am."

"That's for tomorrow Zain ate ma'am."

"Even, basically you are stingy and the same calculation of parents. Tomorrow you can buy again and what's wrong with me eating first."

Again, mom said I was stingy and calculated on him just because of two eggs. I wanted to scream and curse my mother. However, I held him. However, I cannot hurt her because she is the mother who gave birth to me.

I stepped my legs back into the kitchen with my chest tight to hold back my frustration. Then, I took the egg of one item which he intended for Zain to eat in the morning. Let it be, tomorrow Zain will eat soy sauce, I thought. After that, my eggs fried the cow's eyes just like mother's request.

"This is the egg." I put the egg in front of him.

He glanced at the cow-eye eggs I laid. Then, he turned his gaze back towards the TV screen as his mouth chewed full of rice. From the corner I just swallowed my saliva. It looks so good that my fried rice is being eaten by my mother. Fried rice with two eggs.

I rushed to the kitchen because my stomach had to be filled immediately before I fought I made crackers tonight. I take the cobek and then take some small chili and a little salt and then grind it on top of the tearing. After that, I put the cobek containing chili sauce on the dining table and then took two rice cobs and I put it on my plate. I started eating. A few drops of tears started flowing down my cheeks. Not because of the spicy chilli sauce that I eat but the sadness in my heart that is sad to see how difficult my life is. I never eat nutritious food every day. But, I always pray to God that the food without nutrition that I eat every day does not become a disease in my body. I always pray that God will give me health, strength and long life so that I can keep Zain my son to grow up later because I know if I am sick or die who will take care of my child because there is no one either my family or my husband's family cares about and loves my son, Zain.

I wiped my tears with my arm. I can't cry. I have to be strong to face the reality. I can't be a weak woman. I have to be a strong mother to my son. I spent the rest of the rice on the plate because I didn't want to throw away the food.

After eating, I entered my room to see Zain sleeping. I'm afraid my son fell out of bed. Sure enough, I was lucky to see it first. Zain is already on the edge of the bed if it moves already made sure it will fall. I justify my son's sleeping position. Then I kissed her face. Again my tears came out. I am sad to see Zain without the affection of the people he should love. I wiped my tears with the shabby negligee I was wearing. Then, I went out of the room to make crackers in the kitchen. I passed by my mother who had not left the front of the TV.

"Nur, bring my plate to the kitchen" mother told me but her eyes could not be separated from the TV screen that was showing soap operas.

I stared at the two dirty dishes and one used glass he ate. I'm not protesting. I just take those three dirty things and take them to the kitchen and wash them. I'm her real son but my mother treats me like a maid, not a real child. Sometimes I think what I did wrong to my mother that she hated me. Why the treatment is so different from my two brothers who are more dear than me.