The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
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The hajj ma returned with the plate in his hand and thrust the plate towards me. I took the plate in the hand of Haji Ma'am with a smile.

"How much is Hajj?" ask me while putting one by one fried food onto the plate using a clamp.

"Thirty thousand Nuri."

I widened my eyes why did Mrs Haji buy a lot of my fritters when she was alone with her son. Mrs Haji smiled as if she knew my confusion because she bought so many fried foods.

"Raihan likes Nur's fried food at all, let alone the fried food is still warm like this. Make a friend coffee."

"Oh, so is Hajj ma'am!"

"Yes, Nur, do you have an event tomorrow?"

"No ma'am, at least selling only fried foods. What's the matter Hajj ma'am?"

"Once Nur, tomorrow is Raihan's father's day. So I plan to make a rice box to take to the mosque. Si Raihan suggested catering only but I want to cook only. Are you willing not to help me cook Nur?"

The words of Mrs Haji remind me of my late father. For three years I never again held khol for my father because of the limited money I had. And unconsciously I daydreamed in front of the Hajj ma'am.

"Nur, Nuri...!" Haji ma'am shakes my shoulder slowly.

"Oh, yes sorry Haji ma'am, sorry. Can Ma, can. I can help you!"

"Thank God, thank God that you can. Tomorrow you're here to sell, right?"

"Yes, Hajj ma'am. It's the fritters, ma'am!" I gave a full fried plate to Hajj ma'am!" The hajj ma'am took a plate from me and gave me fifty dollars.

"Mashaallah Bu Hajj is huge. No change yet, ma'am!" I haven't taken that money out of Hajj's hands.

"It's okay Nur, it doesn't have to be returned."

"Can't be so Mom, I don't want to be like this. Yesterday the hajj ma'am gave me a lot of money and that was enough."

The hajj ma'am fell silent for a moment and said, "have you waited a minute!" He moved and entered his house. Soon he came back out to see me and gave me thirty thousand dollars.

"Thank you so much, hajj!"

"Just like Nuri!"

I woke up and put the winnow on top of my head.

"I'll excuse you, ma'am, assalamualaikum!"

I see the money in the hand of Hajj Ma'am looks like some red money sheet. I smiled at him.

"Sorry Mom, I do not mean to refuse rizki but I help the mother sincerely. No other meaning. Please tell Raihan thank you for being kind to me but sorry I can't take it Mom. Then excuse me, ma'am."

I put my foot back on. Looking for my fry buyer. From one house to another. Until finally my trading was finished. I endlessly express gratitude to the giver Rizki.

"Thank God, son, we sold well again. Now we go home yuk, Zain has not had a bath and has not had breakfast."

"yes, mama?"

I rushed home with a cheerful feeling. Arriving at home I found a quiet house means mother has not woken up. I saw that the hood was no longer fried on the table. Fortunately I separated for me and Zain if it does not run out as well as greedy as yesterday.

I immediately bathed Zain, then fed her with the porridge I bought. Because I had money so I bought Zain some porridge. After that I started cooking kale stir-fry and salted fish that I bought yesterday. After cooking I wash my clothes and do all the housework to Kinclong. As I was sweeping the courtyard of my house I heard the cry of my mother from inside calling my name. I put the handle of the broom first and then I approached the mother in the house.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"You have the heart to give food no nutrients like this. Did you intentionally let me die quickly?"

"Return to the reality of life, ma'am, that we are not rich. Don't fend. Still buying rice is grateful. If you want to eat well, then you will find the money yourself. If you don't want to eat, don't eat." After speaking I immediately shuddered away leaving the mother who was still looking at me nyalang. And I don't care.

The next day according to my promise to the Hajj maam this morning after trading I will help her cook at her house. I walked towards the direction of Bu Haji's house and arrived there it turned out that Bu Haji was waiting for me outside his house. I said my greetings and he replied and opened the gate.

"Look Nur in!"

"Yes, Mom!"

I followed behind Hajj Ma into his house. Then I put Zain down first in the kitchen. I see a lot of raw material still wrapped in plastic. Maybe Haji has not had time to release the contents. I took out all the groceries at the request of the Hajj ma'am. I started cooking one menu at a time. I spent two hours in the kitchen until I forgot what it was called to drink. And now I feel my throat thirsty. I'm looking for the dispenser that turns out to be in the corner. Then I took a glass and poured water. When I turned around unintentionally I hit the chest of someone's field. My forehead. In my heart I asked whose chest is this? but when I look up my head looks super handsome man's face is smiling sweetly at me. I widened my eyes.

"Tray....Raihan!" I immediately got out of front of him.

"Sorry Rai, I didn't accidentally" I said. I bowed my face because I felt ashamed of being careless. Raihan's sweet smile remained fluffy on her thin lips.

"It's okay mba."

Then he just left leaving me who was still amazed. There's a lot I want to ask Raihan. But cooking is much more important. I started cooking again. Cooking ingredients that have not been cooked. I heard Zain's laughter in the living room. I was curious and then I peeked. I saw Raihan playing with Zain. A smile on my lips. My son Zain has friends even though he's an adult friend.

I refocused on cooking because there is only one more menu that has not been cooked. I cook myself because I'm not three if the Hajj ma'am helps with his old condition and sometimes sick. That's why I do everything myself. When I finish cooking, turn off the stove. My son Zain pulled a shirt. I looked down and he had a toy car remote and I think it cost me hundreds of thousands. I widened my eyes.

"Zain, who's this? can't just take somebody's kid."

"that, got Zain mba, for Zain." I turned to Raihan's doorway standing up while holding his chest.