The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
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Mr. RT went from in front of us after telling us where the people who owned the house were.

"Who else should we visit?' Ask Raihan before we get in the car.

"A nurse."

"Where's the house?"

"Anywhere in the suburbs of Jakarta."

"Yes we're sliding now."

Me and Doctor Bayu nodded then we got into the car.

Raihan drove his car leaving a house that is no longer inhabited splitting the streets of Jakarta again.

Along the way there was no chatter between us and we were swept away by our thoughts. Until without feeling the car we are riding is already in a densely populated place on the edge of Jakarta.

Raihan parked his car on the side of the road a little wide. Highlight my eyes circulate to the outside of the car that looks crowded by people who pass by.

"Have you arrived, Rai? why are so many people here?"

Raihan who was busy playing his phone turned to me." Yeah, it's a lot of pity, the name's also the market."

"Market!" then my eyes rolled back and it was true that the place was a market. I didn't seem to have seen the street vendors. But now why is my vision filled with street vendors.

"What's that guy's house in this market?" Asking back.

"No, but we have to pass through this market to break through the aisles that are inside the market."

"Keep, can this car pass?" Ask brother Bayu.

"It seems that it can't. Besides because the street vendor who peddles his merchandise too mepet into the street seems the alley is small and difficult to penetrate by the car."

"Continue?"

"We'll just walk."

My sister and I agreed to Raihan's proposal.

Before we got off, Raihan was looking for a safe place to park his car because parking on the side of the road would hinder road users. In addition, Raihan's car is a luxury car and we are afraid that there are people who will do evil to the car if it is parked in any place.

Finally Raihan's car parked in front of a shophouse is quite large. In addition there is a parking guard there, Raihan also rented the place to the shop owner not just hitchhiking free parking so it will be much safer.

We went down and Raihan took my hand and then we went hand in hand through the market. As long as we passed through that market, on our left and right sides all the faces that saw us had the same expression: unblinking eyes and wide gaping mouths. It was as if they were looking at three important figures or three celebrities entering the market. How they do not express that. If you look at it physically, Raihan and Bayu are two men who are very perfect. Tall body strapping, pure white skin, handsome face looks exactly like Korean opa opa. As for myself, sorry is not what I mean by pride. I have a tall body, my face is stupid even though the hijab still does not cover my naked face. Oma said my face inherited Hanum's mother's face which tends to inherit more opa faces from the Netherlands. While Bayu brother inherited the face of Bagas sir and if in the attention they are similar.

We continued to walk down the road that only had a width of two meters. The right left are narrow houses that are clinging to each other even those houses do not have a yard. I looked up at the rows of clothes lined up on the second floor of each house.

Because the houses do not have a yard, the streets are made a place for children to play. There were a lot of kids milling around and watching us. In addition to children, the girls and mothers of mothers who are sitting at the door or in front of their homes also pay attention to our steps.

"Is it still far away Rai?" My toot.

"If from the GPS the location of the house is here but I don't know where the house is."

"We ask people here who know who knows them." The doctor gave advice.

Raihan and I agreed.

We saw a group of women huddling in a small substation. Then we approached them.It turns out from a distance we have become the center of attention of those in the substation.

"Excuse me mba, mom! can we ask?" Raihan asked after we approached the group of women.

They looked at each other and some even looked at Raihan without blinking their eyes. Maybe the woman was fascinated by Raihan's good looks. I approached Raihan and stuck my body on him. I'm jealous and I don't like to see that young girl looking at Raihan in such a way. As a pair of dipper, Raihan rubbed my head and grabbed my waist and deckapnya. Really for this time I have no shame to be spoiled and friendly to Raihan. Even I forgot that behind us there is sister Bayu. The woman's face instantly turned sour and turned her gaze in the other direction and soon she left. I smile to see him.

"Oh yeah handsome, what do you want to ask?" Ask one of them.

"Do you know the house of Ms Suryati who was a nurse and worked at Sucipto Mangunkusumo Hospital?"

They looked at each other and asked each other questions.

"How, does anyone know him?" Raihan repeated his question.

"After I am here there is a suryati name but I do not know what she used to work as," replied a woman who was no longer young.

"Couldn't you?"

" Yes, but Suryati's grandmother is sick and her pain has not healed for a long time."

"What pain?"

"His pain is strange, his life is reluctant to die does not want to be doomed," said an older woman.

"Hus, Miss This. Later if it sounds the same grandchildren can be sprayed with them." The woman who was talking was immediately silent.

I frowned. Life does not want to die, doom. My brain immediately thought hard, what pain is being suffered by that person.

"Nobody knows what the pain is, which obviously hurts already there about five years. The doctors are just in bliss. But there are some who say that it is a kind of pain that must get forgiveness from someone. Maybe Suryati's mother used to have the same mistake people. Ah, anyway I don't know what pain is clear he can't say anymore but anyway his ears can still function."

My heart immediately felt racing hearing the explanatory sentence about the nurse named Suryati.