The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Surprise of a motor

At eight o'clock in the night Zain had fallen asleep, I noticed his ear was used in the jewel of Mr. Yanto this morning looks still red. As hard as that he dragged Zain until his scar was still imprinted.Not will I let Mr. Yanto hurt my son again and if it happens again I will make calculations with him.

Tonight I have nothing to do but accompany Zain to sleep, while I am not sleepy myself. I turned to the phone I put on the dresser and then thought about seeing social media that had not been open for a long time.

After opening the first news that appeared in my beranda were some selfie photos of Andre. If I notice Andre often upload photos of his handsome in various styles and in various locations. If you pay attention to the average comment column of women who comment in the form of praise for him. I think it's only natural that he's in the arms of women because Andre himself has a handsome and rich face.

If Andre prefers to play social media and show off his cool photos, unlike Raihan, he does not seem to like publishing himself on social networks. Raihan is more closed even on his Facebook alone there are no photos of him but only a few anime images and his account was last active four years ago, he said, that means Raihan never played Facebook again.

Then I opened the inbox message, a row of messages from various people I know and do not know. One by one, I opened and read it.

The first message I opened was a message from Andre. a lot of sentences he sent to me but I did not reply because I rarely open Facebook.

The next message was from Ipah, but I skipped it because I no longer wanted to deal with it.

The next message was from Elis, the sister of my ex-husband Surya. He said it was regrettable that I divorced Surya because he liked me more than Ipah. So my divorce with Surya has reached the ears of his family. In my heart I am grateful, the more the news spreads where the better so I do not have to bother to tell stories.

The next message was from Danu, the husband of former sister-in-law number two. He said he was very supportive of me getting divorced with Surya because he thought I didn't deserve him. He himself said that he also wanted to divorce his wife, brother Surya number two, on the grounds that his wife was too chatty and a lot of nudes and ends he asked for my home address. I just shake my head to read it.

"Basic male crocodile!" I murmured in my heart.

Half an hour I've been playing Facebook, then I end it and then log out of the account. I put my ugly phone back on the dresser.

I looked up at the sky of the room and then tried to close my eyes but it was hard to keep my eyes closed. Suddenly my stomach rang and I realized that I had not eaten since lunch. My busyness makes crackers, Zain who was hurt by Pak Yanto and argued with him, Zain, the arrival of Mba Yati who asked for money to treat bang Supri and Bu Rida who came to collect the debt of mother made me forget my empty stomach.

I hurried up and walked into the kitchen and arrived at the kitchen directly to see the rice in the penanak turned out to be just the crust. I saw a drawer who knew there was an instant noodle turned out to be empty. Then I saw the contents of the refrigerator turned out there was only seasoning and one egg. There are eggs but no free rice. It turned out that the incident also made me forget my food that was supposed to be shopping this afternoon.

By being forced tonight the hunger that whack I just hold it until morning. I turned to the clock on the wall at ten o'clock in the night. I want to speed up time in the morning.

When drowsiness began to come and was about to close my eyes, the faint faint of my ears caught the roar of a car stopping in my yard. I opened my eyes again and got up and peeked behind the window curtain of my room. Looks half the head of a pick up car is looking pretty in front of my house. In my heart I asked who the night that came to the house was? I was curious because in the window of my room was not very clear then I rushed outside the room and was about to peek in the living room window.

I opened a little window curtain and clearly seen a pick up car like from a dealer because on top of the car there are two sports motorcycles and a metic motorbike.

In the midst of curiosity, I was surprised by the descent of two men from the car. One man I know very well and one more man seems to be a driver for wearing a uniform.

"Diamond..!" I said, rubbing my eyes because it felt like I was dreaming Raihan came again at night.

I hurried to open the door and get out. Raihan looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"Hello angelo ! why not bobo? waiting for her husband to come?"Raihan teased me while walking towards me and carrying two different paper bags.

I frowned looking at it."You were here tonight Rai?"ask me in wonder.

"Bas on the king of the dreadlocks."

Raihan laughed crisply and then chimed in my words." It's okay to call the king a dreadful dreadlocks this serious same mba."

I cut my lips off to hear Raihan's words. After that, I glanced at the man who was lowering the motor one by one.

"Ray.it..!"I pointed at the motor being lowered by the man in uniform.

"Yes, that's your bike and mine."Raihan explained as if he knew first that I would question both bikes.

"Well, your bike and I, what do you mean?"

Before Raihan answered my question, the man in uniform came up to us and said, "sorry Raihan, here's the key!" then the man handed Raihan two keys and with a smile Raihan grabbed him and took out some red money in his wallet.

"Here's the gas money sir, please take it!" Raihan gave the money to a man I knew was a dealership driver.

"Well, there's no need for Raihan.Tadi mas Raihan already gave him in advance." The man refused.

"It's okay sir, just take it."Then Raihan forced the hand of the driver to hold the money and in the end the driver was willing to accept the money given by Raihan.

I glanced at the two bikes in front of my house. Raihan's usual sports motor and white vario motor type 160 ABS with a price range of over thirty million that looks still slim. I know the price because I myself previously planned to buy a Vario motorbike as it was just a special savings to buy a motorbike staying a little longer was close enough.

"The big motor belongs to me and the vario motor is for mba and Zain," Raihan suddenly told me and it made me widen my pupils. Raihan bought me a motorcycle for over thirty million. Again he gave me a surprise, a bike that I wanted all along.

"Ray..."

"Sstttt, I don't want no rejection mba."

"But Rai..."

"gba.."

I snorted annoyed."You overrated Rai, yesterday you gave me a diamond necklace for over a billion and now you're giving me a bike over thirty million."

"Mba tau, the two objects have no price compared to mba. Mba is much more valuable than both of those things. Don't be a diamond and a motor, a jet plane if I can afford it I'll give it to mba he..he.."!

Raihan's words made me smile, feel happy and funny. Not just who he is yet he's been so royal to me. I can't imagine what if Mrs Haji found out that her son gave me expensive things if he would hate me and consider me a materialistic woman.