The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Bitter reality

I immediately served two pieces of large gulai fish as well as a plate full of rice on the table for a solar lunch. When I finished I left it for a while in the bathroom. But when I just came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother was standing at the dining table while her gaze could not be separated from the food that I had arranged neatly for lunch Surya. Mom shifted the chair to sit on but from a distance far enough I immediately prevented it," ma.sorry Mom, it's for Surya eat Bu..!" She stared hard at me who was walking towards her.

"Oh, so just your arrogant husband that you feed Nuri well? It's good for your old husband. Never give money to me but if you eat in my house always in a nice nice meal."

"It's not so Mom, the gulai is still there kok in the frying pan I left for mom." I immediately explained to you not to talk to where.

"Eh, Nuri, where's my order fish gulai?" Mas Surya arrived and asked about the scroll.

"It's on the table to eat" I replied.

Mas Surya approached the dining table and mother retreated to the back. He sat down and ate without offering us who were still standing.

"Read the prayer first mas, let's not falter eating it."

"Even, it has nothing to do with prayer."

"Enak yaa.if at my house in the nice food continues. But unfortunately, the one that is given good food never gives money aka stingy." Mother insinuated that Surya was chewing food until he faltered. After talking Mother left with a big smile maybe she felt satisfied to have made Surya jerked.

"Heh, Mom, what did you mean?" mas Surya did not accept the words made by his mother.

Mom stopped her steps in the doorway and turned around and said, "it's better that the match was your bulging ears so that if anyone spoke it could be heard clearly."

Mother's taunts almost made Surya's mas emotional. He was about to get up from his seat but I held his shoulder.

"Said you were hungry. Spend the rest of it eating."

"I eat well also the cooking of the Nuri and the side dishes can certainly buy using my money that I have allocated a month for him not the results of buying or cooking mother."

I slightly cut my lips hear the sentence uttered by Surya mas. I want to laugh very hard. He had no idea that the living money of five hundred thousand of him had run out a week ago.

"Oh, yeah! how many millions of Nuri one month Surya? three million? five million?the time if in the ration of millions of meals every day the same kale and tempe doang!"

Mas Surya glanced at me as if asking for a defense. I turned my eyes the other way. Let Surya answer for himself. Maybe it's time I know how much the monthly allowance that Surya loves every month and the important thing is not from my own mouth.

"Why tell other people because it's my family's financial business. I want to give you rations how much is up to me." replied mas Surya with the rest. After all, I think maybe Surya would admit it because he has high prestige. It looks like mom cut her lips and then she went into her room.

I cleaned up Surya's former meal. I wipe the table and I wash the dirty dishes. After that, I served one large piece of fish to my mother and one plate of rice. Then I went to my mother's room door and knocked.

"Mom.nasi and his side dishes have been prepared on the table, ma'am!"

"yes..!" Mom said in the room.

When I went into my room, I saw Mas Surya in a state of neat as if to go and when I asked him where he said he was going to go to his friend's house. I don't know which friends I never know who Surya's friends are in my area and I'll let it be.

"What time are you going home?" I ventured to ask when delivering Surya mas on the terrace.

After the departure of Surya. I lifted up and moved the sleeping Zain in the TV room into the room and laid him on our bed. I myself joined the fall because it felt very tired today.

It's late afternoon. Zain had also woken up from his sleep. I rushed to wash it first. After Zain was neat it was my turn to clean up. This afternoon I have a desire to shop for materials for sale tomorrow morning because from tomorrow I will be actively selling.

I walked while carrying Zain down the street and past Bu Haji's house. I turned towards the fence no one in front of his house maybe Haji Bu is in his house. I continued my steps until I arrived at the shop I was going to.

I'm back home with one tentful of fried material for tomorrow. When I passed by Bu Haji's house and coincided with Raihan who was opening the gate of his house.

"Zayn......!" raihan shouted while smiling broadly at me. I stayed in place. Raihan came up to me and without any further excuse he held Zain and took him to his house.

I turned my eyes to see the action of Raihan who took my child without excuse. I don't want to go inside the gate. Raihan holds Zain while sitting on the porch. I stood looking at them with my face bent.

"Zain know if Uncle Raihan kangen at all with Zain? Raihan talked to Zain while the one who spoke with a grinning smile.

I walked up to Raihan and was about to take over Zain.

"Rai.sini her Zain, she has to go home now. Come on, son, we're home for maghrib."

"Sir..!" Zain turned my hand.

Raihan smiled he felt victorious because Zain did not want to move on to me.

"Zain wants to come with mom or just want to go with Uncle here?"

"Uncle!"

"Let Zain here used to be mba, besides bringing a lot of stuff. I'll take Zain home."

I looked solemnly at the face of the man who was holding my child in affection. A sling that Zain never got from his father or grandmother all this time. I am grateful that there are still people who love my son even though it is not who Zain is. Raihan gave me the sweetest smile and that smile was enough to hypnotize me but I soon realized.

"Yes.yes, I'll go home first." I picked up the bag of crackles that I had placed on the floor and hurried to leave Raihan and Zain.

Arriving at home I immediately lifted the clothes clothes clothes of my husband that I had washed last afternoon. After that, I ironed one by one the clothes that soared freely without complaining because I hoped that what I did got a reward from God. Because if you hope to get a reply from the mas Surya will obviously not get what back from him.

The voice of adzan maghrib reverberated and I stopped my activities first. The rest of the clothes are still half that have not been ironed. I hurried to get some ablution water to perform magrib worship before continuing to iron.

I have been separated from Zain for three hours. But why hasn't Raihan brought Zain home yet? did Zain fall asleep? I'd better take it after ironing a little more, I thought.

When I was about to pick up the sweater in the closet I saw a plastic bag. I just remembered that this plastic bag was my own that kept it this afternoon. I took it and sat down and I checked one by one the small paper papers I met in each bag of Surya's gold clothes. Some transfer receipts to the account in the name of Ipah saripah with a nominal of two million, two million and a half, four million, five million, seven million to fifteen million. My chest started to feel tight because I knew that the one named Ipah Saripah was his ex-wife Surya. I'm still curious about the remaining paper and I check back. Some transfer structures with different people, with nominal hundreds to millions. Some shopping receipts and some dining receipts at restaurants. There was one paper that was quite large and with impatience I read the paper. A paper of my husband's pay slip last month and on that paper was written my husband's salary with a total of eight million five hundred thousand.

My body slumped down on the floor after knowing the truth. Tears began to pour down my cheeks. I wept bitterly why did my husband bear to me with no pity on me and Zain he only gave me a living of five hundred thousand not comparable to his salary of eight million five hundred thousand.