The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Curving fried trade

I'm getting busy in the kitchen making fried dough. Bakwan dough and dough know the contents that I will sell around later in the hope that these two fried foods will sell and benefit because this is the only hope to get money. I make these two kinds of fried foods as good as possible so that the buyers like them.

An hour later, all of the fried dough had been fried. I looked at the two trays of fried food that stood high above him and then a smile spread across my lips.

"God may these two fritters sell well and sell because this is my only hope to get the sustenance from you."

I left eight fried foods on the plate to eat my mother and eat me after trading later. I saw that my mother's bedroom door was still closed and I was sure she would wake up again as usual.

After that, I rushed to take a shower and replaced my shabby negligee with more decent clothes. I saw that Zain was still sleeping soundly but I forced him to wake up at dawn because he was going to take me around trading with me. I don't want to leave Zain at home who will look after him later? I don't want to put any hope in mom to look after my son because I know that mom doesn't like Zain.

Right at six in the morning, I carried Zain behind my back using a pull because I didn't want Zain to walk. Other than the slow path I don't want my son to feel exhausted from coming to make money with me. I put it on top of my head a winnow containing fried foods that I have arranged neatly on it.

"Bismillah..may we sell well, son? sorry mama yes son, mama has disturbed bobo Zain to come with mama nyari money."

"yes, mama."

I smiled at the reply of my son who I was carrying behind my back.

After that, I began to step my feet out of the house down the streets and house.

"warm frying...warm frying..!"I screamed while walking.

"Nur....Nurii..!" sumi shouted as I crossed her house.

I looked up and walked over to him." You want to buy my fritters Sum?"

Sumi did not answer my question but looked at me with a look of wonder. Maybe he wondered why I sold a traveling fry in the morning blind while carrying a child anyway.

"How do you sell Nur's fried food?" tanyakanya. Sure enough my guess, Sumi will definitely ask.

"Yes Sum, I have no activities at home so just look for busyness. Silence actually makes me more sick body Sum." I lied to Sumi with the smile I forced. There's no way I'm telling you the truth about a husband's living that's far from enough and my mother's never fair treatment for me.

"Do you want to buy my fritters? still anget you know."

"Well, I happen to not have cooked anything yet."

I smiled happily because Sumi was my first buyer. I never stopped saying gratitude in my heart. Then I lowered the winnow on top of my head and placed it on the terrace floor of Sumi's house.

"How much is the unit?" ask Sumi. The view cannot be separated from the pile of fried foods that are on top of the winnow.

"Just a thousand Sum, cheap right?"

"Yes I have bought twenty thousand Nur, because my family is many. I'll take the plate for a second."

"Alhamdulilah, be ready Sum."

With my spirit, I put the fried foods one by one on the plate that Sumi gave as a fried container that she bought while I counted.

"This is Sum, there is a bonus of one yes," I said while giving one fried plate to him.

"Well, thank you Nur."

"Same Sumi, thank you also for buying my fritters yes Sum."

"Sip deh, hopefully selling the trade Nur."

"Amin, amen.thank you Sumi. When are you going back to Sum City?"

"Now next week."

"Oh, I don't think you're going to town anymore Sum."

"If I don't work in the city, then who wants to feed my son and my parents Nur? you are very good to have a husband who lives for you and your children every month. So your mother has an effort to make crackers. I am who would want to make a living for me and my family if I wasn't the one who made the money."

I smiled bitterly. If only Sumi knew how my real life might be she would be more grateful for her own life than having a fate like mine. Despite not having a husband but at least he still has parents who love him and his children. While me?

"Yes, then I want to go around again, Sum."

I stood up again and put my winnow on my head and hurried away.

I step my feet back with passion. Looking for someone who would buy my merchandise. From the door of one house to the door of another house I approached and offered my merchandise. Some bought them and others refused.

"Lady...Nuri...!"'s search....!"

I saw Miss Rina calling me on the porch of her house. Miss Rina who often gave me used clothes. I'll approach her soon.

"Mom Rina wants to buy some fried food?" bargain with him while standing in front of him.

"You sell fried food Nur?"

"Yes Mom...!"

"Why did the trade bring Zain Nur? why don't you go over your mom's cheek."

"Mother is not feeling well, Miss Rina, I can't bear to leave Zain to her." I lied to Miss Rina. There's no way I can be honest about my mother's attitude towards my son, Zain. I don't want to make a mother's image ugly in the eyes of the villagers.

"Oh, so. I want to see what's on there."

I immediately lowered the winnow on top of my head and I placed it on the terrace floor.

"Just bakwan and know the contents of ma'am," I said.

"Oh, there are only fifteen more seeds, Nur."

"yes, ma'am."

"Yes, I bought all of them."

I was surprised and happy to hear that Bu Rina wanted to buy all the rest of my merchandise.

"Yes, Mom, yes." I quickly placed the remaining fritters on top of Bu Rina's plate she had taken earlier.

"Thank you so much Miss Rina" I said and stood up.

"The same Nur. Do you want to trade again tomorrow, Nur?"

"Inshaallah Miss Rina."

"If you trade again you come here later I will buy again."

"Yes ma'am, I'll stop by here again. Then excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

I walked away with a smile that kept on expanding on my lips. I unceasingly said my gratitude that my merchandise had sold out.

"Son, our trade is done, son. Thank you...Zain wants to accompany the trading mama. Now that we go home, Zain hasn't had a bath and hasn't eaten."

"Yes my mom."

I smiled at my toddler's response. Throughout the trade I never took Zain down from my sling. I don't want my son to feel tired let me be tired.

I moved my feet quickly to get home because the sun had already emerged from the eastern horizon and appeared to be slightly rising. Zain my son hasn't had a bath and hasn't eaten.

Arriving at home looks still quiet like mom hasn't woken up. I put a fry container winnow on the table and took out a plate. I gathered the remaining fried food into one and then I went into the plate because I did not want to throw away the leftovers.

After that, I hurried to bathe Zain first before bribing him.

Crutch crutches

My stomach started to rumble. I looked at the clock the wall showed at half-nine. It's only right because I haven't had breakfast yet and neither has Zain. I rushed to the kitchen to get the rice and fried foods I left before selling.

A little quickly I opened the hood and instantly my eyes were glazed with glass because the fry I left eight seeds on the plate was gone. My mother ate it without leaving it for me and Zain. I got my mom on us.