The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
The woman who owns the mole

We returned to Jakarta tonight after saying goodbye and saying thank you very much to Mang Udin and his family. Although the story is not from the original source but an intermediary, I am still grateful and grateful at least I know a little chronology of my past how I can be separated from my family.

Who is the devil-hearted woman who killed my mother and wants to destroy me? did my mother have any enemies in her lifetime? Along the way, I only thought about those two things.

I can't imagine how sick my mother was when she was forcibly wiped out by savages who had no brain, heart and feelings. Moreover, the culprit is a woman and the mastermind is also a woman.

It was only fitting that the woman we met earlier was having trouble meeting her end. His sin was so great it had deliberately obliterated the life of the man who had nothing wrong with him. He deserves the torment of such a world and I find it hard to forgive him myself.

In the middle of the air, my tears flowed back. Raihan who was driving noticed the change in look on my face immediately rubbed my head and wiped my tears with his left hand. However, instead of my tears stopping to flow it was even more swift.

"Patience, dear, patience. Sooner or later we will definitely find a woman who is already evil as the deceased mama and you," Raihan said calming me down. I nodded in a nod in the middle of sobbing because my lips felt difficult to say even if only one word was broken.

I looked back, I thought your baby brother was asleep because he did not hear his voice but he was daydreaming at the windshield. I know how he feels as well as what I feel is devastated knowing that our parents were killed by people who may be currently still roaming freely out there.

It didn't feel like the car we were riding in was already in Oma's house. Raihan decided to stay at Oma's house again because he didn't want to die.

"Dadam!" brother Bayu called me when Raihan would lead me into the house.

"Why brother-in-law?" Raihan asked.

"I hope you don't tell Oma what we already know because I don't want Oma's heart disease to recur."

Me and Raihan look at each other." Oma has a history of heart?"Tanyaku later.

Sis Bayu nodded."Therefore, we must not tell first. But later if the demonic woman we have found and given a new punishment we tell slowly."

Raihan and I nodded in agreement with Bayu's proposal.

The next day and in the morning. We sat around the square table enjoying breakfast.

In the midst of the twinkling of the spoon with each other, Oma asked, "your go home late at night?"

"Emmm, yes Oma. Out of the hospital we're looking for doctors and nurses who treat mommy during childbirth." Sis Bayu who answered Oma's question calmly.

Oma fell silent and looked expectantly at sister Bayu." Then what do you get?"

"The doctor is dead, one nurse is seriously ill and one nurse is senile."

"So you don't get what?"

Brother Bayu shook his head.

Oma sighed and then leaned."Who would have lied to me about my granddaughter's death? so stupid of me. Why didn't you suspect anything."

"Oma, don't think about it. Bayu sure someday we'll find out who it is."

"But pity Nuri, Bayu. It felt unfair to him because all this time Oma thought it did not exist in the world. Her life out there is suffering without the affection of Oma and your papa." Oma spoke while stroking elus the tip of my head fondly. I who was eating also became silent and lowered my head and let out tears. But what makes me sad this time is not because I live suffering out there but about the death of my mother who has been considered a natural death where a mother has struggled to give birth his son. If only Oma knew the truth was possible.oh yeah, I almost forgot that Oma had a history of heart disease.

"Oh, yes Bayu. Has your father returned from abroad?"

"Pak Bagas is on the way Oma." Raihan answered Oma's question.

"Near to Oma. But not only close to me but close to Nuri and Zain."

Oma and Bayu's brother looked up at Raihan." Are you serious, Rai? how come?"

"It could be Oma, what else they have a thick bond of bathin and blood. First time meeting in person."

"Pak Bagas also often told about how he felt the same late mother Hanum Oma. Mr. Bagas said he loved her very much and lost her very much and also loved Oma and sister Bayu. Mr. Bagas is very good Oma, he also took care of Nuri in the hospital. He also told me that he was very sad when Oma kept him away from Bayu's sister." I interrupted in the middle of their conversation. I remembered Mr. Bagas' story that oma didn't like him. May what I say to Oma, make Oma no longer hate Mr. Bagas.

Oma was silent as if thinking.

"After Mr. Bagas arrives we will immediately do a DNA test, Oma," said Raihan.

Oma shook quickly." There was no need to do that Rai, without that even Oma was very sure Nuri was the grandson of Oma, the son of Bagas."

"That's not what I mean, Oma. In a few days we will be married. But it's supposed to be tomorrow's wedding hehe. What can be done should be a little time off."

I smiled as well as the oma.

"Continue?"

"The Queen needs a guardian when we get married. We need Mr. Bagas and the DNA test so that our marriage is really legal in the eyes of religious law and state law. Afraid that there are people who do not believe that Nuri Bagas sir's son so we just show proof of that."

"Well, if that's the purpose of doing it."

This afternoon Raihan took me on a road without Zain. He told me not to get sad after knowing the truth.

Raihan brought me to an elite mall. Then he took me to the store a fancy-looking ornament.

"Rai, why did you bring me here? I don't need embellishment. Your gift diamonds haven't been worn yet."

He's smiling." We need a couple ring for our wedding, baby."

"You mean for dowry?"

"No, if I have my dowry ready." Then Raihan slowly pulled my arm into the jewelry store.

After being in a big enough store, a salesman came up to us and asked our destination. Raihan also explained to the woman that we wanted to find a couple ring. Then the woman took us closer to a special estalase of couple rings.

When we were choosing the ring, Raihan was allowed to go to the toilet and I allowed him.

While I was looking down at the ring on display, a woman came and sat on the bench to my left. In a downed state my eyes glanced at the woman who was talking to a man beside her. The conversation sounded pretty friendly and held hands. When the woman straightened her face forward, she saw her right face. I don't know why I feel familiar seeing his face. I kept watching them through the tail of my eyes, the woman offered to the man I believed was her boyfriend if he heard from the style of language they used.

I noticed half of her face that looked shiny like she was wearing old Kelly powder. But the more I looked at it the more I saw a black circle buried by the thick powder and appeared slightly faded on the upper lip of the right. At that moment I remembered Mak Ninih about the characteristics of the woman who killed my mother.

I wanted to see clearly the woman's face. I wrapped the tip of my hijab dangling from the nose down so that my face was half-closed first. After that, I purposely elbowed her arm for the woman to look at me.

And what I did to him was right. He looked at me with an angry face and then snapped with a harsh word. What made me astonished to see was not that I got his snaps but that I recognized the face of the mole owner hiding behind the thick powder.