The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Bickering

We finally arrived at my house. I'm lyrically here and there looking for Surya's gold boots but I can't find them. And without me realizing Raihan noticed my movements that were looking for something.

"What's the search for?"

"Oh, not Rai. Here's Zain let me carry it." I was about to take Zain out of Raihan's hands but Raihan forbade him.

"Let me put Zain on his bed, I'm afraid he'll wake up if he takes it from my hand."

"Yes.yes, that's it then." I hurriedly opened the door for Raihan and Raihan to enter my house.

"Where's Zain's room?"

I immediately opened my bedroom door. To be honest, I was actually embarrassed to Raihan showed me my room that looked random, very different from his room that was very neat and fragrant. Raihan put Zain's body on a mattress without a bed measuring 40cm. I deliberately didn't use the bed because I was afraid Zain would fall.

"Thank you for taking us home?" I said after we were on the porch and Raihan was coming home.

"Same with mba. Where is my husband, I can't see him?"

"I don't know Rai, maybe he's still on his way home."

Look Raihan small mangosteen mangosteen.

"Yes, mba Nuri's selling tomorrow right?"

"Why Rai?"

"I want a hundred and fifty seeds of mba."

"Huh, so much Rai, what do you do?"

"Tomorrow I have an event at my college mba. Actually, I was talking to Nuri but she was sleeping. How's mba? can mba?"

"Owh, I can, I can kok Rai..!" I smiled happily. How not happy Raihan ordered fried foods with a considerable amount and I do not need to bother selling around tomorrow morning.

"Yes, then I say yes mba !"

"Yes Rai, heart of heart..!"

Not long after and I just closed the door Surya came out of nowhere. I reopened my door and found Surya's body wet.

"You raining rain?"

"If it doesn't rain I can't go home Nur!"

"Are you not wearing a raincoat?"

"Where do I know if it's gonna rain so I don't take it. Take me Nur's dry clothes" Surya said.

"Yes, um."

I immediately went to the room to get a change of clothes and towels for Surya. After returning to the living room, Surya was taking out his pants and putting them on the table. I saw wallets, cell phones and envelopes lying on the table.

"This is my towel and shirt!" I put a clean towel and t-shirt on Surya and he received it.

"Where have you been all day?"

"You're like a reporter Nur nanya continues, make me coffee cake not just nanya," said mas Surya while changing his wet clothes.

Without asking again I rushed to the kitchen and made black coffee for Surya. After that, I went back to the living room and placed one cup of coffee on the living room table right in front of him. My gaze was fixed on an envelope lying around and I was curious and asked.

Mas Surya glanced at the envelope for a moment but before long his gaze moved on the screen of his phone.

"That's money from my parents" replied Surya casually.

I smile in my heart I hope that Surya's parents give the money to Zain and leave it to Surya.

"For Danu and Dana my son," continued Surya.

My saliva feels stuck in my throat. The developing smile faded slowly.

"Owh..!" I can only answer oh without much comment anymore. From the beginning I should have been aware and not have to ask who and for whom the envelope was from so that I would not feel hurt. My in-laws who never considered me his son-in-law and Zain as his granddaughter. I don't know what we did wrong that they hated me and my son.

I sat down for a while across the sofa accompanying Surya mas coffee but it looks like Surya does not need to be accompanied because his hands and eyes are busy on his luxury phone. I feel bored and sleepy because the clock has shown half three in the morning and without excuse again I went from the presence of Surya mas.

I don't know how many minutes I've been asleep next to Zain and I feel like a hand is touching my back. I woke up because I felt disturbed by the existence of the hand of Surya who continuously drifted.

"What's wrong?"I asked with my eyes slightly closed because I was so sleepy.

"I want Nur, to serve me Nur?"tell Surya while continuing to stroke my body.

"Sorry, I'm not so sleepy once, am I?"I pulled the blanket over my body but Surya grabbed my blanket and threw it on the floor.

"You dare to refuse my wish Nur?" mas Surya.

I got up and sat on the bed. "Please lower the sound of the mas, you disturb Zain's sleep."

"Bodo very, I don't care. Zaina..Zain and Zain keep what you think. You never thought of my will. What do you think I am, Nur? why do you always refuse when I want Nur? Do you have an affair? is it not ?

I do not accept the accusations that Surya made on me. I woke up and was about to leave the room because I didn't want Zain to wake up because of our quarrel.

"Where are you going? are you cheating? accuse Surya again.

I undo my intention to open the door and turn to look at Surya who was looking at me with cynicism and anger.

"You're accusing me of cheating? on what basis are you accusing me of cheating? do you have any evidence?"

"Where there is my heart."

"Whatever your accusation mas, I don't care.no need I defend myself in front of you.Free !"

"Plaakk...!" a hard slap landed on my cheek. I hold my cheek which has been slapped by the hand of Surya. It was painful and painful.

"Sokay you, Nur, feel no need for me when without me you can not eat and live. What the hell can you do? you can only ask for money and money. Very different from my ex Ipah, already smart, independent and pinter nyari money, wide association, many friends. While you? Kuper, ugly fool again. Oh yes you deserve that because your education is just a different level High School graduation with the same scholar Ipah."

I held onto my chest which felt very tight to hear the insults from my own husband's mouth. Besides insulting me, Surya compares me to his ex-wife, who he thinks is perfect. My tears ran down my cheeks that still felt the pain of Surya's hand slap.

"However do you insult me and compare me to your ex?is it my fault, what are you? All this time I have been patient enough to face your careless attitude towards me. You gave me a living far from the word I received enough and I never brought it up. you accuse me of cheating while you yourself are in contact with your ex-wife who is no longer your halal partner.You even give your money above the limits of fairness. What's that what's it called?"

"Let me give her a lot of money because she's the mother of my son."

"Owh, what do you think I am? babus? I'm the mother of your son, too, did you forget that?"

"Because you're an ungodly wife and a dissident, it's only natural that I give you a little money."

"You said I was a dissident? where's lie defiantly? what you tell me to always do, you want to eat what I eat even though I don't actually have money. I washed your sack of clothes without complaining to you. And one more thing during my marriage I ever asked for money with you mas? ever asked to buy this it's the same as you? you ration me five hundred thousand as your living to me every month. Nominal which is very far from the salary you receive each month. I sincerely accept it all mas..but why do you call me a dissident's wife?"

"Mr...mama..!" Zain was crying hysterically. While crying I grabbed my son's body and took him out of the room. I closed the door of the room loudly leaving Surya mas who was still angry with me.