The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Foodmart

The next day and in the morning. Papa's permission to return home after a one-night stay at Raihan's apartment. Papa said his wife and son Nura did not know if he had returned to Indonesia so he could stay with us.

Actually papa invited me and Zain to come along to his house on the grounds that he would be introduced to his wife and child. But I rejected it subtly because I had my own reasons. I also told papa not to tell them about me first and of course accompanied by reason that was enough telephoto to make papa confused to hear it. But even so, he agreed to my wish.

"Wait a minute, pa!" I prevented him when Papa stepped in.

Papa and Raihan looked at me. I hurriedly entered the room and picked up the neatly wrapped Koran. Last night I just remembered and thought that papa should have the Koran in his house to read, in the review and then practiced. Although all this time papa long enough to forget his god, but that does not mean papa can not read the letters of the Koran. Papa could be because when young and unmarried papa never entered the boarding school even though only one year. Yes although the reading was not very smooth but at least he was not too illiterate.

Papa began to forget his god when he entered the world of work, work and work because papa is ambitious to be a successful person so that he does not have time to remember his Lord until he completely forgets his so busy chasing temporal worldly treasures. If only papa balance pursued between the treasures of the world and also the afterlife maybe papa would not be mired so far.

And I'm grateful god paired me with a man who's a little different than papa, although he aspires to be a successful person but it does not make him forget his god but rather the opposite. It makes me proud and grateful, who is very grateful.

I went back to Papa and Raihan who were waiting. Then he offered the Koran to Papa.

"What is this, baby?" Papa asked as he took the Koran out of my hand.

I'm smiling." That's alqu'an pa."

Papa looked at me.

"Madle please from now on, papa read it, study it and practice it."

Papa smiled but his eyes began to look glassy and at that moment he hugged me and said." Thank you son, for teaching me so many things and for awakening me to remember God again." Then he kissed my head.

It is not without reason that I gave the Koran to papa. Other than that, there is something else that is my reason. I don't know why I feel like there's something in papa's house that's invisible. Hopefully with papa more diligent worship can avoid it from something that is idolatrous or anything related to jinn or demons.

We drove papa until he got into the elevator. In the apartment lobby has been awaited by the taxi that has been ordered by Raihan before because papa does not want to be delivered.

"Darling, if I stay in the office are you okay at home with Zain?" Raihan asked when we got back into the apartment.

"Are you going to work today?"

"Yes, I haven't been in the office in a long time. Poor Dina in love job triple. I'm afraid for a long time he'll be stressed to keep hanging himself. Where not married again is a child."

"Hus, it's just such a haphazard talk."

Raihan laughed crisply.

"Yes already. But I can go to Oma's?"

"Would you like to go to oma's house?"

"He'em."

"Okey, I'll take you there to the office. I'll pick you up again in the afternoon."

I nodded in agreement to Raihan's proposal.

An hour later we were at Oma's house. Oma and Bi Sukma were excited to welcome us on the terrace. We were still in the car Oma had waved her hand while smiling broadly.

Then we went down and approached them.

Oma immediately hugged me and kissed my whole face. After that, he took Zain who was in Raihan's arms and kissed her with anxiety. Raihan shook his head just looking at Oma's attitude while I smiled looking at her.

Soon Raihan said to us that he would continue his journey to the office and he left me and Zain to Oma.

The afternoon. When I was about to take a shower, I was quite surprised to find red spots on my underwear. These few days I've been so busy with my problems and my feelings that I've forgotten my menstrual period. The thing that worries me is that I don't have a stock of pads. And I think the three women in this house are like that because they're menopausal it's impossible to have one.

I paused my intention to take a shower then rushed out and took my wallet and cell phone.

"Bi Sukma!" I called bi Sukma who was passing by then she turned her head and replied.

"Yes Non."

"Auntie see Zain and Oma don't?"

"Oh, Oma brought a little den to her room, non!"

"O so! yes, then, please tell Oma that I went to the market, Bi."

"Want to buy what non? let aunt buy it."

"No need to bi, anyway I'm just for a little while."

After saying goodbye to Bi Sukma, I went straight out of the house and met the online taxi I ordered earlier. Though aunt offered me to be escorted by Oma's private driver but I didn't want to wait for her too long because she was taking a bath.

"To foodmart atrium Senen right, mba?" The driver asked when I had just landed my hip in the seat of his car.

"Yes sir."

I myself do not know the location of the name that is called by the steering wheel. Because, when I asked bi sukma about the market closer than Oma's house, she told the shopping center that was the closest.

It turned out that what was said by Bi Sukma was true that the place was quite close because it only took fifteen minutes to reach a mall located in the Senen area.

I got off after giving the driver a fare and then walked to the main door of the mall in the form of large glass. Before I entered, I put on the mask first and waltzed in without anyone recognizing.

This was my first experience without Raihan or Oma. And I think I should get used to exploring the city of Jakarta because after getting married later I will live in Jakarta.

On the ground floor I went around looking for a place that was meant by Aunt Sukma but I did not find. But luckily I met a security guard he told me when I asked.

I walked straight following the directions the security guard told me. It turned out that right in front of me there was a foodmart writing on the stairs that jutted down the ground floor or basement.

I went down the stairs one by one until the bottom there was a shopping center that was quite large and quite a lot of visitors.

"Geez, just want to buy a sanitary pad should go to the mall. Try if in the village does not suck to look because in the stalls alone are available."

I continued my steps into the area, mingling with other customers. After getting what I was looking for, I continued my steps towards the cashier. But before arriving at the checkout table my eyes caught two people I knew, but they didn't recognize me.

The lovers were shopping. They also look friendly. I noticed in the trolley full of stuff but mostly men's stuff. I think it's my chance to take a piece of evidence of the woman's affair.

Without them knowing I continued to follow them until they reached the cashier and I happened to be paying all of them.

My eyes did not move from the full trolley. Then the cashier began to scan one by one and it was enough to make me wait a long time and the legs began to ache.

Actually the cashiers next door are empty but I don't want to move because if I move I'm afraid to lose track of them.

My eyes were round when the woman took out a debit card. It's true that it was that woman who spent the man. I hate to see it. Her husband works hard to fulfill her lifestyle and her son but tenyata not only for her lifestyle but also to meet her lifestyle.