The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
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Mom was stunned to hear me talk about the twenty million I borrowed from her bang Supri four years ago before I got married. He said for business capital but until now there is no business that he managed other than working as a sugar factory worker. I wondered where my twenty million savings were running.

"Dih, what a reckoning you are with your own brother Nur, Nur." Say mother in a soft tone. Tumben grewen he lowered his voice when I collected my money borrowed by his favorite son.

"Ck, the calculation should be though the same brother himself. Moreover, his brother model kayak bang Supri who does not know himself. Do you think he's always considered me his brother? I said bitterly.very upset it feels right now to mom.

I shuddered away from the mother who was still staring dislikefully at me because I charged twenty million dollars to her beloved son.

I fed Zain soy sauce on the porch next to the house. I am grateful that my son always eats whatever I give him.

"Nur...Nuri !" she screamed again inside the house.

I rushed inside to see him. I see her hair wet like a shower."What's up, Mom?"

"Where's the porridge I told you to buy?" ask mom while shaking her waist.

"I told you that I would feed Zain. I can go alone anyway."

"Don't argue with Nur, your sin."

Again, I am talking about sin. I don't want to talk to Mom much anymore. I immediately took the bowl and went into my room to take the remaining money from my husband. I count the money remaining eighty thousand more. still have to wait twenty-five more days to get a living ration from my husband. I smiled wryly.e living that not how much I did not enjoy it but my mother.

I took one purple note and rushed to the porridgeer holding Zain. Arriving at the Bu Minah porridge stall I immediately ordered one bowl of porridge with a complete topping. Someone patted me on the shoulder from behind and I turned around. Looks beautiful woman with thick makeup and hair in blonde paint.

"Sumi.....!" greet me with gawking because I really pangling see the appearance of playmates in my village who have worked long enough in Jakarta.

"Yes Nur, it's Sumi" Sumi replied with a big smile at me.

"Mashaallah you are so beautiful Sum!" praise me. Honestly, I don't lie or talk to my playmates. Sumi now does look much different than before she migrated to Jakarta. It used to be black and dull but now it's kinclong. His hair used to be limp and often greasy but now his hair is nice and thick as it is taken care of every day. His posture is also not as straight as before, now more contained. Sumi herself is a widow of one child. He was married at twenty years old. After the divorce with her husband, Sumi chose to work in Jakarta but I don't know what Sumi works there.

"Life in Jakarta it must be beautiful so that it can continue to survive Nur. uh, you are getting thinner only Nur, like eating less."

"Not eating less Sum, but eating me is a little. you know yourself." I was lying intentionally. There's no way I'm talking the truth.

"Well, how's your husband, does he come back here often, Nur? I've seen him eat at the same restaurant as a woman and Nur's two children."

Deg

My heart immediately beat fast.my mind immediately floated to the thing I did not want to think about.

"Did my husband meet his ex-wife and two children?" I murmured in my heart.

Coinciding with my introduction to my husband by my brother.At that time, I was also being introduced by my friend to a man. But, my first brother was very opposed if I accepted the man. He even threatened me not to want to be my guardian if I married the man. My sister only wanted me to marry her friend who is currently my husband.

Actually since the beginning of the first meeting, I myself do not have any taste in the husband. However, after marriage I began to learn to love him because he had become my rightful husband.

"Nur...Nuri..!"'s search...!"

I was surprised to hear Sumi calling me."Oh, I'm sorry, Sum," I said, smiling as if I was okay.

"Nuri.this is the porridge." Ms. Minah called me to tell me that my porridge was ready to be brought.

"Oh, yes, Miss Minah, this is the money." I gave ten thousand to Bu Minah.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Oia Sumi, I came home first yes, my mother is waiting for this porridge."

"Oh, yaudah if that's it."

I immediately rushed home. I'm afraid mom will nag if I buy porridge for a long time. I stepped my foot towards the house but my mind recalled Sumi's words in the stall earlier. I immediately dismissed those negative thoughts. And I believe that my husband is a good man and will never hurt me. After all, if my husband still meets his ex, it is natural that they have two children, until whenever there is no such thing as an ex-child, and I have to understand him.

"This is Mom, the porridge." I put that fragrant, good-looking porridge on the table. Then I walked to the room.

"Nur, where are you going?" ask my mother who is standing next to the dinner table. I stopped walking and looked at him.

"You go to the room. What else do you want, ma'am?"

Then she walked to her room without speaking. I looked in wonder at my mother's back. What he wants I think. Mom returned from her room with clothes that seemed new. I frowned when I saw my mother bring new clothes. Do you want to give it to me? my thinking. A smile spread across my lips as my mother brought new clothes towards me.

"Try Nur, put the Zain down first" said the mother. I said and immediately dropped Zain on the floor.

"Try you stand firm, this dress does not fit in your body." With a smile that still can't be separated from my lips. I obey the word mother. I also stood up straight. Mom started matching that new robe in my body.

"wah, fit. don't choose me wrong." mum muttered while sharing the same smile as me.

"That Thursday my mother bought him expensive. Tomorrow the Yati's birthday mom wants to give this robe as a gift."

My smile began to fade. I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty. I thought the shirt would be given to me by my mother, but the truth is that she would give it to her daughter-in-law. So unfortunately the mother on the Supri bang until his wife's birthday only he noticed. Me, as a biological child let alone be given a gift to remember my birthday also seems not.

This heart hurts to see a mother more affectionate to her daughter-in-law than I am her biological child. I who have never felt wearing the new clothes bought by my mother from childhood feel sorry for myself whose life was never considered to exist by her biological mother.