The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Hit Yati

I told Sumi that I would bring her some food for dinner later that afternoon.

Again Sumi cried and hugged me. His constant gratitude he made to me. He said if there wasn't one I wouldn't know what his mother's fate was and he said I was the only one who would help his family. Brothers from his mother and from his father no one cared for his family let alone the neighbors whose large house was no one who glanced and pity because they consider the Sumi family is a poor family. I think the social gap only applies to the residents of the city, it turns out that there are also in the village.

Not a few people in the village who demean themselves and assume that Sumi works at a night club in the city and some say that Sumi a butterfly night just because they see her appearance, and some say that Sumi is a butterfly night just because they see her appearance, hair in blonde paint and sometimes wearing press body clothing. In fact, Sumi only works in a beauty salon that is located in the mall. Sometimes I wonder why people often judge others badly just because of their appearance.

Sumi fared the same as me, the same woman who was wasted by her husband. However, she got divorced when her son was only six months old. After that, he decided to work in the city because he had to support his son, mother and younger brother. And now we are the same single mom who is struggling to raise a child because our ex-husband does not support her. I don't know which one of us is luckier because each of us has advantages and disadvantages.

After saying goodbye to Sumi and her mother, I drove my motorcycle to my house. But in the middle of the road and when the red traffic signs light up, I also stop with other riders. When waiting for the green light to light up, I turned to my left side and at once my pupils were rounded to see the figure of a woman I knew very well being in a black car with an old man I had seen with her a while ago. I can see them clearly because the windshield is open. The woman did not realize that I was next to the car she was riding in because I was wearing a helmet covering all my face.

I was wondering if I should just follow this woman to get evidence of her infidelity with so many men. So when I told bang Supri about his wife's affair, bang Supri didn't think I was lying.

A few minutes later, the green sign lit up, then all two-wheelers or four-wheelers began to re-appoint the vehicle. I followed the car driven by Mba Yati a little distance away because I was afraid to be caught following her.

The car turned towards a slightly narrow and deserted road. I don't want to lose track so I just keep following him until it gets to a building that's not too big and looks outdated. I noticed the place turned out to be written "jasmine hotel" whose letters have faded so that they are not visible from a distance. After seeing the writing I just found out that the building that looks outdated is a hotel without stars.

I parked my bike long enough to avoid being suspected by them. I waited long enough for them to come down, but they hadn't come down yet, which made me think what they were doing in the car.

Ten minutes later they saw their car glass open, it looks mba Yati is justifying her messy hair then polish her thick lips with lipstick. I just shake my head at it because I know what they've done.

"Basar gatel women, men have been just in the embat, what a pleasure to try." I grumbled in annoyance.

Soon they got out of the car and walked with their hands into the hotel. I'm still on the bike confused how I caught them in the room because I'm sure they came to this hotel will do e na e na na.

Long enough I thought until a car came and parked the car right next to the car mba Yati. It looks like a woman is old but looks like a socialite woman out of the car then circled and noticed the car I was tailing. I scrunched my forehead looking at the woman's behavior. I don't know what he's doing. I felt my heart being called to approach the woman. I opened my helmet first and put it on the seat and walked up to the old woman.

"Excuse me Auntie?"my greeting. Though I don't usually call an old lady aunty. Because this woman looks rich and it looks like the town guy I just call her Auntie because I'm afraid she's offended if I call her mom.

The woman glanced at me and asked, "who are you?"his eyebrows intertwined maybe he was confused there was a stranger who arrived to greet him.

"Sorry if I can tell whose Aunt is looking for?"ask me with heart. I didn't tell you who I was but just asked the point.

She seemed silent but her glance looked at my appearance from top to bottom, I don't know what she thinks of me. But before long he replied." I'm looking for the owner of this car."

"Indeed the owner of this car was Auntie?"

"My husband."

"Oh, I saw her anyway."

"Seriously looking at my husband?"

I nodded."Aunt's husband is in this hotel."

The woman looked dumbfounded yet she asked back."Did you see him walk with a woman?"

I nodded." Because I myself am in need of them."

"What's the matter with my husband?"

"I have no business with Aunt's husband but I have the same business as the woman he's with."

The woman scrunched her forehead which already seemed to wrinkle because of age eating.

"How about we meet them with Auntie?" my advice.

He's agreed.

I was finally able to enter the hotel easily thanks to a bribe of money given by the woman who was with me at the receptionist who worked at the hotel. He showed me where the two-man room we were looking for was. After being in front of her room mba Yati and her faintly faint affair we heard a disgusting moaning sound inside there. It seems that this cheap hotel room does not use sound absorbers so that people who are perverted will be heard from outside.

The woman and I looked at each other.

"Are we just breaking down the door?"my advice.

The woman seemed to think. But when a roomboy passed by he called out to him. After the man was near us he told the roomboy to open it with a spare key but because in it there is a key attached so it is difficult to open and inevitably the roomboy it must be break it with the lure of the money he will give. Roomboy agreed and finally broke down the door.

Brakkkk

Two gi la men performing e na e na na. Mba Yati was on top of the man's body in an innocent state without wearing a single shirt. I do not want to waste the opportunity, I immediately capture the moment with a photograph and video.

"Basic pe la cur" cried the woman.

The two men looked panicked and then the woman approached them and mercilessly pulled Yati's hair until the body of her jar was dragged along. The woman immediately beat Yati abis abisan mba and I watched her alone. After feeling enough to pick up the evidence I rushed away leaving behind three people who were beating up. I also do not care how the fate of Mba Yati after being beaten by an old woman but has super energy.