The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Strange attitude of Surya

I wanted to ignore his orders given his harsh treatment of me but I didn't have the courage not to care about Surya. I don't want to be called a dissident's wife just because I don't want to make her coffee.

"So boy, Zain's sitting here for a while, huh? mama's gonna make some coffee for papa first."

"Yes.mama!

Zain sat on the chair and I would make coffee for Surya. But when I opened the jar, the sugar was empty.

"Nuriiiii. Where is the coffee!"surya's screams rang out loud in the living room then I immediately approached him

"Sorry, the sugar runs out. Wait a minute yes I want to buy first to the stall."

"Yaelah Nur, what did you do from Nur? why not from earlier to his shop? it's my turn to have a new coffee here and there. It's basically your useless wife Nur."

Surya made my blood boil again and again he called me a useless wife.

"Oh, then why did you order this useless wife of yours? then make your own coffee. I want to do things that are far more important than just dealing with stomach issues."

I left Surya who was upset with me. I did not heed his constant yelling calling my name. Instead of serving my husband's limp mouth I better hurry to bathe Zain in the bathroom.

"Based on the wife of the dissident, the wife of the man. My wife doesn't know herself. How dare you oppose your own husband. Have you dared to fight Nur?" Surya was still upset with me.

I ignored the makian mas Surya and I prefer to focus on dressing for Zain but unexpectedly Surya pulled the hijab behind my head until the hijab came off my head.

"It's so bad you are!" I was angry and then I pulled the hijab that was in the hands of Surya but she did not want to remove my hijab.

"That is the punishment for those who disobey my orders.You are completely different from the sweeter, more polite and more appreciative of me."

"Oh, then why don't you just reverse it with your ex called Ipah mas? I'm sincere if you want to divorce me moa and please if you want to go back with your perfect ex."

"You...!" mas Surya was about to slap me but swiftly I held his hand and threw ya. Mas Surya was astonished to see me fight him and my courage told me to divorce. Maybe he thought all this time I was afraid if in his divorce when in fact I have resigned with my household.not only about living but about the attitude of tempramental solar mas.

"Don't you ever hurt me physically again because I'll never stay still."

I immediately got out of the house while carrying Zain. I took my feet away from the house and Surya. Again and again I have to swallow disappointment because Surya dares to compare me with his ex-wife again.

I took my foot to the chicken porridge because Zain and I had to eat breakfast to stay strong and live the bitter life we lived.

"Minah, I ordered a porridge bowl to eat here."

"Lho, Nuri tumben you eat porridge here?" tanya Bu Minah the owner of the porridge stall.

"Yes ma'am, I want to eat here again."

"Owh, I've been making it a while."

I nodded while sitting Zain on the floor.

"Nuri.it's a coincidence to meet you here. I was going to your house." Miss Rida one of my neighbors greeted me.

"What's wrong with Miss Rida?" ask me curious because my tumben tumben tumben in search of people.

"Later in the afternoon I want to order two hundred Nur seeds fried food for a lecture later tonight at my house. Can you be Nur?"

My mouth was a little gaping to hear that Bu Rida wanted to order two hundred fries on me.

"Bi..can Ma'am, can..!"

"Thank God you could." Ms. Rida took out a hundred thousand in her purse and poured it on me and said, "this is her face money, the rest will be paid after it's done. Oya, five o'clock in the afternoon should be finished huh nur?"

"Yes, I'm going home first."

"Yes, Miss Rida, thank you so much, Mom?"

"same as Nur."

I endlessly express gratitude for the life God loves today.

"Nur, here's the porridge..!" Ms. Minah offered me a bowl of chicken porridge that I had ordered earlier.

"Thank you Mom!" I began to feed Zain chicken porridge little by little until he felt full. After that, I ate the remaining porridge of Zain which is still a lot in the bowl.

I came home after buying porridge. Arriving home I found my mother had woken up and Surya was busy with his phone on the living room sofa.

I entered without saying hello and without looking towards Surya. I know he's watching me but I pretend I don't know.

I walked into the kitchen and I saw my mother opening the hood and heard her snorting in annoyance after seeing the contents.

"Every day the fried food that you feed Nur. Once the cake bought me chicken porridge."

"So, you're still sleeping so I don't know what you want for breakfast?"

"Yes already then make me fried rice just use two eggs."

I nodded to my mother's will and was lucky I still had egg stock in the refrigerator so there was no need to look into the stall anymore. While I was making fried rice my husband was standing next to me.

"what are you cooking, Nuri?" ask Surya. I know he was just stale greeting me.

"As you can see I'm making fried rice for my mom."

"For mom only? for I wasn't made?"

"Owh, you want a mas?"

"You dong..!"

"Let's wait, I'll prepare it for you."

"Thank you, my dear..!" then Surya went out of the kitchen.

I cut my lips I feel nauseous to hear the words of booze from the mouth of Surya that he never said during our marriage. I know he deliberately said the word lebai so I forgot about the divorce I filed with him.

Two pieces of fried rice I've finished making. One plate for mom and one plate for Surya.

"Mom.nasi friednya is ready on the table." I called my mother to her doorstep. Before long she opened the door to her room and walked towards the kitchen with her hair still randomly moving towards the kitchen without greeting me.

I brought one plate of fried rice and one glass of water and I put it in front of Surya mas in the living room.

"Thank you dear.nah, gini whose name is wife sholehah. So make the mas added love just the same as you Nuri..!"

"Please eat mas mumpung still warm." I purposely chimed in because I felt good to hear the words from my husband's hypocritical lips.

"Yes, you eat by yourself? I have to go to the vegetable shop first."

"Yes, my dear, please. You have a heart in your path..!"

I frowned at the words dear to my husband's mouth. But I'm not flattered by anything he says.