The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Bracelets

After the debate was over and I already knew who I was, I locked myself in the room, silent and contemplating. In my mind I said why I only found out about the fact of who I really am after I reached twenty-seven years of age. Why doesn't anyone tell me about my origins including my father.

As soon as I remembered my late father, the father who always loved me. I always remember my father's good treatment of me was always to unite me. But after my father died, things turned upside down and my life turned out to be like a baby who had to obey the will of a queen-like mother.

In the middle of the pensive look my eyes were fixed on the wardrobe and I approached him. I opened a drawer in the closet and took out a very small wallet made of hand stitched cloth. He gave it to me on my fifth birthday, and six months before he left me forever. It can be said that it is the only memory from my father for me and I always keep it very well.

Then I took it out, though, a five-year birthday greeting letter and my prayers and wishes on paper are stiff enough to be opened because they are folded and tucked away in a colored cloth wallet for too long pinks. In addition to writing, the father also gave a gift in the form of a silvery white ankle bracelet. Whether it is made of what because it has been twenty-two years the bracelet still looks shiny and in the slightest there is no rust. The bracelet also has three gems that are small in size and cute and shiny. Maybe later if I have free time I will ask the owner of the jewelry store. In addition, the anklet was accompanied by my full name and even the father also accompanied his name on the tip of the name Nuri Aisha even though it was only in the form of initials B. I know because B is my father's initial name, Baharudin.

I looked at Zain who was sleeping soundly and then put the bracelet in his hand because if installed on the legs the bracelet did not fit. I think the bracelet only fits on a baby's leg. I was also surprised by my father when he gave the bracelet to me as a gift because it was so small that I could not wear it at that time. When I questioned that, he said he had the wrong size message. Therefore, I never wear it even mother and bang Supra and Supri do not know about the existence of the bracelet because I myself never show it to them. Because, they might be jealous of my father's treatment.

I stared at Zain's hand with the anklet. The anklet fit perfectly in his hand. It's not why I've never worn her that matters now my son is wearing it.

"Father, Nuri misses you. If only the father was still beside Nuri, maybe Nuri would not feel his name to live in suffering. Dad, why don't you tell me who Nuri really is, sir? it hurts so much to see the fact that Nuri is not the father's flesh and is sicker because you found Nuri in a garbage can. Thank you sir, you gave life to Nuri when Nuri's parents considered Nuri as trash. Despite only five years we were together and Nuri lived this hard and winding life alone.

My tears flowed again for the umpteenth time. I thought of Raihan, if he knew that I was just a child picked up from a garbage can and my origins were unclear, would he and the Hajj maam still accept me? instantly negative thoughts and feelings of insecure began to whack up my feelings.

Until the dawn of the Adhan, my eyelids still do not want to close. A lot of things I think about because I'm sure tomorrow mom and bang Supra will definitely ask me to leave this house.

I rubbed my face and got out of bed to get water. Because I think it is better to worship first so that my heart and mind are calm.

Tok

Just as I said my greetings arrived, the sound of a knock on my bedroom window surprised me.

"Darling, it's Raihan. Please open the window."

I scrunched my forehead. Would Raihan come to the house knocking through the window anyway? thought me.

I immediately opened the door and tidied it back up. After that, I immediately opened the window and saw Raihan smiling at me.

"Rai, you.."

"Houss." He put his finger on my lips.

"See first, I'm going in."

I went aside to give him a gap so he could enter through the window. Once inside, Raihan immediately hugged me and kissed the tip of my head.

"I'm sorry baby, I fell asleep last night so call and chat from the Supri bang I just saw after the dawn prayer."

I looked up at his face in the middle of his arms." Meanin?"

"It's okay, honey. From the womb of whoever you are born to, I do not care and will not diminish my affection for you and Zain."

"Rai, you.."

I hugged Raihan very tightly and spilled my tears on the chest of his field. I am so grateful that God has sent Raihan as a substitute for my father, protector and love me so sincerely without seeing my flaws.

"Now, we're going home to my mom's? let your mind calm down."

I'm nodding.

"Pack all your valuables, no one is left behind."

I'm speechless.

"Why silence?"

"This is my home Rai, the house I built with my own efforts. I don't think I can be sincere if this house is filled by people who have been zoning me."

"I understand, baby, we'll think about it later. But for now you don't stay here first okay! I don't want that accursed brother hurting you physically."

I finally obeyed Raihan's desire to move into this morning hajj house as well. Secretly, Raihan and I left the house without anyone knowing. Because the mother and son and the ex never wake up at dawn what else worship at dawn.

Raihan put my things in the car first. After which, he picked up Zain who was still sleeping soundly.

"Dear baby, come in" said Raihan as he opened the car door for me.

I'm nodding.

Arriving at Raihan's parents' house, Bu Haji was standing and staring anxiously at our car. Though the time is still dawn why the hajj is outside with very cold weather conditions.

I glanced at Raihan and he smiled as he stroked the back of my head.

"Dont worry, everything will be fine" Raihan said.

I smiled at him.

"Lady...." Haji maam hugged me tightly and rubbed my back when I just stepped on my foot on the porch.

"Prophey, baby," said Mrs Haji.

I shed my tears back in the middle of her arms. I am moved, in the midst of my deep sadness there are still people who love and care for me like Raihan, hajj and bang Supri.