The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Rizki morning

It was hard to stop the tears from flowing like a spring. Surya's words really cut my heart so that it becomes a wound and leaves pain and pain no matter what. Mas Surya could once call me ugly, kuper and stupid because I only graduated High School. He also did not hesitate to compare me with his ex-wife who thinks perfect because I myself have never met even see how the shape of my ex-wife who is often proud of him.

While crying I looked at Zain who was asleep curled up on the mattress floor because I moved out of my room and filled the empty room. I will occupy an empty room until Surya returns to Jakarta. I looked fixedly at my son's face and I always prayed that my husband's rude attitude would not go down on my son Zain.

I clenched my son's body tightly. The only treasure I have. The only person who is closest and the only person who can make me survive my day. I held Zain in tears until I fell asleep and when I woke up the clock was five at dawn.

I hurried to get up and I forced to drag my legs to clean my body and take the water because I had not been performing the morning prayer.

Because of the problems that exist I almost forgot the fry order Raihan.

"Bismillah.do not ever be discouraged Nuri..make your husband's insults as a spirit to continue to seek halal reserves.show to him that you can still live even without a living from him. And may the insults uttered by your husband reduce your sin."

I move my feet in spirit towards the kitchen. After arriving in the kitchen I immediately made the batter bakwan, tofu and fried bananas. I make fried foods with an amount exceeding Raihan's order because the rest I will sell around. I'd rather make money than at home just remember the insults my husband thought I was.

Exactly at six in the morning fried food is done I fried everything but I have not had time to arrange it because the fried food is still hot. The sound of knocking and greeting came from the front porch door and I believe that the man must be Raihan who was about to take his order.

I opened the side porch door and Raihan's big motorbike was parked in my yard. I immediately approached Raihan who was still saying greetings through the side door of the house.

"Wa'alaikum hail.....Rai..!" my answer.

Raihan turned his head towards me who had just appeared beside the house.

"Mba Nuri.Almost my heart was dislodged mba," said Raihan with a sweet smile.

"Excess you Rai..!" I hit it with a little joke.

"He...he..are you done with my order, mba?"

"I haven't finished my Rai.Sorry, I'm bad luck."

"It's okay mba, let me help you arrange it so that it's over quickly."

"Did I not trouble you Rai?"

"Not at all mba, yuk already yuk." Rai pulled my arm into the house through the side door.

After arriving at the kitchen Rai still clasped my hand tightly.

"Where's the fry let me tata?" Raihan asked and his eyes were busy glancing here and there looking for the existence of the fry that was about to be arranged but his hand was still holding my hand.

"Wheels...!"

"Yes mba...!"

"My hands please let go!"

"Owh, he.he.sorry I forgot." Rai immediately took off his grip and scratched his nape.

I smiled faintly at Raihan's behavior which I thought was entertainment in the morning. Raihan is like a chameleon, sometimes can be very mature and sometimes can behave like a child whose behavior can make me entertained.

"Where are the fritters that I have to arrange?"

"It's Rai..!" I was about to lift the winnow containing warm fried foods that are mountainous and I will lower it down to the floor so that it is easy to arrange but swiftly Raihan took over the fried winnow in my hand.

"Let me just mba."Raihan helps lower the winnowing down the floor.

Raihan and I sat on the floor and arranged the fried food into a large container.

"What time did you wake up? raihan asked opened a conversation between us.

"Fifth hour. I was bad luck Rai..!"

"Fifth hour of bad luck? what time does it usually take to make a fry?"

"A half hour five. The dawn prayer I usually wake up."

"Did half-five mba start making fried foods?"

"No, the dawn prayer just made the dough."

"Sheluh woman!"

"Huh?"

"Owh, I salute Nuri, never forgetting the obligation as a devout Muslim."

I just smiled at Raihan's praise. Raihan was silent I knew he was looking at my face and I don't know what was interesting about my ugly face so Raihan still looked at him.

"Don't look at me like that Rai!" say me while looking down.

Raihan did not respond to my words but rather raised his hand and gently stroked my right cheek. I was shocked and then took my face away from Raihan's hand.

"M.....!" said Raihan but his gaze could not be separated from my right cheek.

I looked back at Raihan.

"The right cheek of mba Nuri why does it look blue? and the corner of the lip why is it hurt?"

"This is.this I was to Rai's door jedot," I said as I closed the container that had been filled with fried food.

"Do you think I believe?"

"Rai...it's noon, don't you want to rush to campus?"

"Is this what my husband did?"

"Rai.I'm fine. It's just a small wound you don't have to worry. You better go to college quickly. It's all done."

Raihan heard breathing heavily then he took his wallet in his pants pocket and took money two hundred thousand.

"This is mba's money...!" said Raihan while thrusting the money towards me.

"Is there no money just on Rai?

"No need to change mba, the change I just leave for Zain, yes?"

"Damn...!"

"I'm serious mba, the money's not for mba but for Zain."

"But Zain doesn't need Rai's money yet..!"

"Save it first with Nuri, later if Zain needs to be able to give it."

Raihan can most give an excuse when I know he was deliberately giving his change for me.

"Well, where are the rest of the fritters going, right?" asked Raihan after preparing to be ready to go out of my house and see a pile of fried food on the winnow.

"I want to trade around Rai..!"

"Aren't you tired of mba?"

I smiled at Raihan's question."His name is also looking for money Rai.no one is not tired."

"Enterprise to find the money..!"

"You are also Rai, his college spirit. Learn right don't be truant often."

"Hehe...! yes already then I go first huh mba?"

"Yes, the heart carries the motor."

I drove Raihan up to ride his big bike. Before Raihan put on his helmet he smiled at me first. I also returned Raihan's smile.

I stared at the two pieces of red money in my hand."Alhamdulilah morning already got rizki through Raihan's hands."

After that I entered the room where Zain was still asleep and held him in a state of sleep.

"Mr...!" said Zain in the sling behind my back.

"Zain is awake, son? I'm sorry mama bothers Zain bobo we have to trade baby."

"Yes mom..!"

"Zain, is it okay to trade with mama?"

"Yes mom..!"

"Yes, we trade."

I carried Zain behind my back using a pull and carried the merchandise over my head.

"Bismillah.May our trade today be in demand, son?"

"yes mother..!"

I began trading around to go to one house to another there were those who bought some who refused my merchandise. It took me an hour to trade until my trade ran out. People say my fry is delicious and big and therefore my fry runs out quickly.

"Thank God, son, we're done with fried food."

I returned home and after arriving at my house saw Surya standing on the porch of the house while shaking his waist to see my arrival who brought the former winnowing of the trading container. I ignored Surya and then I entered my house through the side door of my house.

"We take a bath, son?" I let Zain down to bathe him.

"Lady...!" surya shouted loudly in the kitchen doorway. Zain was surprised by me as well. Zain immediately cried and hugged me.

I stared in annoyance at Surya mas." What mas it can't talk softly a little? you've scared Zain."

"It's your own fault why cuekin me? husband wakes up instead of being served instead you wander in the morning."

It turns out that Surya did not know if I had traded around. Let it be better that he doesn't need to know what I do in the morning.

"Hurry up and make me coffee." Mas Surya told me to make him coffee as if he was amnesiac over the incident at dawn had slapped and insulted me.