The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
The arrival of Surya

I lowered a large sack on the motor without being helped by Surya. In my heart I wish that someday Surya would buy Zain new clothes as much as this sack I raised how happy my heart is. But it feels like my imagination is too high to be realized because Surya himself is not too fond of Zain even Surya mas like consider Zain does not exist in his life.

"Heh, Nuri, you bastard wife. Is it worth carrying your own husband's shirt the way it's dragged?" The clash of Surya who arrived was enough to make my heart almost out of place.

I replied to her expression casually as well as insinuatingly," I am a woman and of course my energy is female energy. So the point is, a woman power like me can put this big sack over my head because I'm not a superhero who can carry one house or one building with just one hand."

Mas Surya was silent. I continued my steps towards the kitchen.

"I'm hungry. Get me Nuri's food...!"

"There's no need to yell that, 'cause I'm still home."

How I behave in Surya is the same as how I behave in mother that is never rejecting anything asked or what my husband wants while not beyond the limits of my ability even though he was upset.

I put the sack next to the washing machine. I smiled at my washing machine that was still standing firmly and I was grateful to still have it. I can't imagine what it would be like to wash dirty clothes in a big sack with my hands.

After that, I rushed to prepare food for Surya's meal. Fortunately, I have warmed the food so there is no need to cook anymore.

I went back to my husband who was still busy playing his fancy phone.

"A..do you not want to see Zain first in the mas room?" ask me a stale base.

"Ah, the child still stinks," said mas Surya. But his gaze could not be separated from the fifteen million mobile phone he bought six months ago. Really dashing not my husband's phone? When he first showed it to me, I once asked him about his fancy phone and he confessed that he got a personal bonus because of his good performance. I know Surya graduated from college while I was just graduating from High School so I trust the higher educated and I never care anymore.

My chest is pounding, hearing my son call it a smell. But I tried to keep him from getting into a fight.

"My son smells different again just like you are old, the smell of rotten carrion flowers"

"Astaghfiruallah the enzyme....." I'll be in the middle of my life." Food is available please if you want to eat now." I continued again.

Mas Surya just stopped playing his phone and then stood up and followed behind me to the kitchen.

I serve my husband well. I'll get rice and side dishes on the plate. I also eat because I haven't had time to eat. In enjoying the meal I remembered Zain who was playing in the room and had not taken a bath and had not eaten. Too bad my son hasn't been taken care of. I finished my meal immediately and after I finished washing my hands immediately.

"Where are you going? don't you see your husband hasn't finished eating?"

"Sorry mas, I don't mean not to accompany you to eat but Zain has not been taken care of. Kasian he hasn't eaten a mas."

I was silent to my husband's words. Then I felt my innocent face without make up, the hair that I covered with a home headscarf and looked at the long negligent negligee and had a tear here and there but I had sewed my hand. I smiled faintly and left Surya's mas at the dinner table.

"Beauty needs capital. I need the money to buy nice clothes like the women you see out there. I need skin care so that my dull skin is fresh as before. I need makeup tools so that my plain face and this kuel can turn beautiful. I need a modal mas. So, if you don't have the money to model me so that I look beautiful you better accept the appearance of your wife who you give me no more than FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND."

I took Zain from the room and bathed him. After my shower dress her up as fragrant as possible. Who knows, his father will hug him if Zain has been bathing and perfumed. But unfortunately, regardless of what Zain, his papa still did not want to hug him just rubbing a glimpse of his hair and back busy with his phone. My eyes glazed with glass looking at my son who looked at his papa face with a clear face as if he wanted to be in a random joke. But mas Surya even cool on his phone and do not consider the presence of Zain beside him. I approached Zain and held him.

I put Zain on the chair. I started getting dirty clothes out of the sack one by one. Every shirt or pants pocket I check who knows there is money or paper that is still in need mas Surya. All of the stuff I found was collected in a black plastic and then I kept neatly in a safe place because the plan was before I gave it to Surya, I was, I want to know in advance what papers I find in the pockets of clothes and pants.

At ten o'clock in the morning the new mother came out of her room. I noticed from a distance that my mother said hello to Surya who was still playing his phone. Mother was about to stretch out her hand but Surya refused it on the grounds that she had not bathed and smelled. She looked upset and walked towards.

"Your husband is arrogant exorbitant. Poor daguas," he whispered. He was afraid his curse was heard by Surya.

"Lady.....!" mas Surya called me at the door while I was sweeping the courtyard of the house.

"What's wrong?"

"What will I cook in the afternoon?"

"Not knowing the mas, it doesn't have the ingredients to cook."

"Peat the stout, I've been wanting to eat it for a long time."

"But the price of fish is very expensive mas."

"Have, just buy one for me doesn't have much to do. If you're tired of eating it every day."

I swallowed my saliva. If only Surya knew what we ate every day. Let alone expensive fish cheap fish just can not buy it.

I bought my husband's fish for a kilo. It is impossible if you only buy one for him because in this house there are many mouths to feed. After buying the fish I immediately cooked and Zain I asked to play in the kitchen alone while accompanying me.

An hour later the cooking was done. I stir the fish gulai in the pan steady once the taste. Once I wanted to feel the name gulai fish homemade.

"Thank you Haji Ma'am, Raihan because of the Rizki you love me, me and my family can eat this delicious fish."