The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Expensive fish for mom

I immediately took Zain out of the house to avoid the overflowing mother letting out her anger. Free, talk until the mouth frothy mother will never want to give up and always feel right and better I'm the one who relented.

Outside the house, I calmed Zain down who still did not want to stop crying. I was confused as to why Zain would not stop crying. Then, I took my pants off because I was afraid someone might get hurt. Sure enough, Zain's waist looks blue like a pinch. Instantly my watery eyes saw my son's blue waist. Why would my mother hurt a child as small as Zain.

I cried sobbing while kissing the face of my son who was still crying sobbed. It hurts so much to see my son hurt people, even more so what hurt him was his own grandmother.

I'm still holding Zain while cradling in front of the porch. Zain had regained his composure despite occasionally sounding a small fad.

"Nuriii.....Nurii....!"

I heard my mother scream from inside. I don't know what else he called me. I deliberately kept silent because I was still upset over his treatment of my son.

Shortly after, he appeared from behind the front door of the house and stood in the doorway staring intently at me.

"you are what budeg, called from earlier nggaut nyaut," said the mother while glazed next to her waist.

I glanced lazily. Then, I turned my gaze the other way because I was still upset with him.

"the mother again said that you are not the same statue. Don't have any manners at all you're a parent." He's getting pissed at me again because I'm a bitch. I don't care either, I'm still quiet.

"Nurii.....!" he snapped while his eyes glared like he was about to go all out.

I sighed in annoyance then glanced towards my mother.

"want anything else Mom, I'll nenangin my son."

"huh, what a reason you have. I know your son is wrong why even you are angry with your mother."

I was silent no longer to reply to my mother. Because if I repay it then there will be no end because my own mother is the type of person who is selfish and feels right.

"that's why the porridge was spilled? did you intentionally leave me hungry? just once buy porridge the price of ten thousand already pretentious, like buyin mas ten grams aja," said my mother arrived.

Just because of the porridge that spilled, I so talk about where to go. If it's a matter of buying, does he forget how many hundred times I often buy him something be it food or goods he wants? yeah, maybe he forgot, because he just looked at me now, I'm not making any more money than I used to, a lot of money and often give money and anything for himself and my two brothers.

"i didn't deliberately spill it, Mom, I panicked to see my mom mukulin Zain" I replied honestly, but still in my mom's eyes I was always wrong.

"huh, what a reason you have. You know your mom is a laper. Sana buyin again porridge. Keep the spilled earlier throw away and settle."

"but Mom, I'm carrying Zain. He just stopped crying. I can go alone."

"Don't dispute the parents' orders. Don't you know what a big sin it is to fight with your parents?"

I was silent and lazy to respond to his chatter. Then, I rushed my way towards the back door to pick up the bowl regardless of my mother's gaze. I don't want to argue with him anymore because there will never be an end. I better just give up.

Then, I walked while carrying Zain towards the porridge maker Bu Minah again. Arriving there, I ordered one more bowl of porridge on the fat-bodied woman.

"well, nur. his chicken has finished living porridge, the same broth of crackers left," said Bu Minah.

I was silent and confused between ordering porridge without chicken or not so buy it. However, if you don't buy, you'll be mad at me again. I finally decided to buy it without the chicken.

"you're Bu Minah, you don't use chicken, you don't have anything."

Bu Minah began to pour porridge into the bowl I brought, gave porridge sauce and then gave a cracker topping.

"because I don't use chicken, the same beans as chives so I give the price of five thousand aja deh."

I smiled, at least the price was reduced cheaper than the first chicken porridge. So the living of my husband was reduced by only five thousand.

"this is the money. Thanks huh?" then I went home.

Arriving home, I found my mother picking fish at a traveling salesman. I stood looking at my mother who was picking fish while holding a bowl of porridge and holding Zain.

"This son is really a gerong fish.especially if it makes yellow gravy. steady dah," he said while carrying a high fish that does look big and nil.

Then the mother brought a bag of fish and walked into the house.

"Bu Retno, you haven't paid for the fish yet" said the fisherman.

Mother looks back at the fishmonger." tuh, paid the same Nuri, yesterday you said you want to buy fish, right Nur? tuh, payin the mamang," said the mother then she entered the house.

I was shocked. I did intend to buy fish but not expensive fish as brought by my mother. And I'm sure the fish don't cost two or thirty thousand.

"How's gang? want to pay for it?" ask the fishman.

"eemm, what was the price of the fish?" ask me doubtfully. I'm so afraid the price is beyond the limit of the rest of the money I have.

"the fish was one kilo neng. it cost sixty thousand."

I turned my eyes, shocked to hear the price of the fish, which I thought was very expensive. I fell silent, the living money of my husband was left one hundred and fifty thousand more.why mother could once buy fish at a high price and gave the payment to me.

"how's neng?"

The question of the fishmonger left me flabbergasted. I just realized that the seller was waiting for money from me.

"can't you reduce the price of mang? it's expensive."I tried to bargain it in the hope that the seller would reduce the price.

"how ya neng, from there it is also expensive, but yes it is already in the right so it is fifty thousand."

"can't you go down again?" I tried to bargain it back.

"waduh, can't neng, it's been stuck that much. it's also only fortunately five thousand."

"oh, that's mang. Yeah, wait a minute, I'm in first."

Then I went inside and walked into the kitchen. I saw my mother counting the fish she had placed in a small tub. I put porridge on the dinner table.

"nih ma'am, the porridge," I said. Mother glanced at me for a moment then looked at the fish again. I don't know what he's doing.

"Mom, shouldn't I buy him half a kilo?it's a very expensive fish, after all, who eat only mothers."I ventured to talk to him.

Mother turned her head and glared at me.Oh my goodness, Nur, you are really stingy with your own mother. You never bought fish. Do not be expensive fish, cheap fish you never buy Nur. Once again nyenengin your mother why nur. after all you will be sent money with your husband."Mother spoke in a high voice as if talking to a person a thousand meters away. Our distance is only five meters.

Again, Mom said I never bought it. But never rarely does it have a different meaning. I rarely buy it does not mean never buy it.