The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
The captive Temptation of Raihan

I began to cook the ingredients in the refrigerator. It only takes half an hour to process simple food until it becomes ready to eat. I look at the results of my cooking on the table.Maranth stir-fry, egg omelet, fried tempeh and sambal and small setoples of crackers made by us. I hope Raihan likes cooking away from this fancy word.

After that, I rushed to look for Raihan. When I got to the couch, I found none. I looked for it on the porch and yard but I could not find even her sandals. Is Raihan coming home? but why not tell me first? I asked in my mind.

Then I rushed back into my house. Accidentally my tail glanced at the pair of sandals that were lying in the corner of the living room. Turns out Raihan hid the sandals. Funny he, no longer carrying a motorcycle hide his sandals anyway. Is he afraid of being caught by people if they are in my house and then in the gossip right again? or is she afraid of being caught by her mother because Hajj ma'am forbade us to meet? I don't know if Raihan's the only one who knows why. If Raihan's sandals are there then where's the guy? my question is in my heart.

Thinking about where Raihan is is enough to make me dizzy. I'd better see Zain first taking a nap in the room. After that, I will continue to look for Raihan. Unexpectedly, when I opened the room door, I found two human children of different size sleeping hugging. I shook my head to see Raihan sleeping while hugging Zain on the bed.

I approached Raihan and sat on the edge of the bed. My outstretched hand touched his arm and shook his wiggle. I built Raihan without opening my voice for fear of disturbing Zain's sleep. Raihan wriggled then released his hand from Zain's tiny body and turned towards me with a short distance. I noticed his face was still closed and then shook his arm so he woke up.

Many times I wiggled her arms but Raihan still did not open his eyes. When I felt tired myself and was about to wake up suddenly Raihan's long hands grabbed my waist to make my body fall into the bed and Raihan took me into his arms while sleeping. I was shocked at his actions but I immediately shut my mouth so as not to make a sound and get Zain distracted.

Raihan hugged me in my supine position. Both of her hands were coiled around my waist and tied her up until I had trouble breaking away from her body. I looked to the side where Raihan's face was. I looked at his face with a very close distance even I could feel the warm breath and fragrance of his and I loved it.

"Will I have a kiss?" goda Raihan has arrived.

I was shocked when Raihan found out that I was looking at his handsome face when his eyes were closed tightly.

"Oh, so you're pretending to sleep Rai, I think you're delirious hugging me unconsciously."

Raihan did not answer him nor even opened his eyes.

"This is your hand Rai, I want to get up." I'm squirming here and there looking for a gap to escape Raihan's hand. But accidentally my knee nudged something hard under Raihan's stomach. It turns out that my movements woke up his little sister.

"Rai, I want to wake up. Your little sister woke up!" ledek. I know that the legacy of Raihan's pride is on and I don't want to torture the raihan who already desires more desire just because I can't possibly serve him anyway I'm not his wife.

"Mba has to take responsibility for waking up my little sister" said Raihan, with eyes closed.

"What's Rai in charge?" I asked innocently as if I didn't know.

"Sleep again!"

"How do I put Rai to bed?"

"Mba, more experienced mba."

"Wheels..!"

"Hum..!"

"Look off his hand. If you're like this you're getting tormented Rai !"

"I've been tormented for a long time since I married another man."

"Rai, i..!"

"I.want to mba, I want to touch mba more. I want to make my mba completely mine." Raihan tightened his embrace and was about to kiss me but before that happened I first held his lips with the palm of my hand.

"Istighfar Rai, remember.I am a wife of people and we are not a married couple. Please Rai, please don't overdo the limit. I don't want to add to sins."

Raihan opened his eyes and removed his hands from my body. I immediately sat down and Raihan sat down.

"Astaghfiruallah the azim thing!" raihan said and rubbed his face.

"Sorry mba, sorry. I...!" Raihan immediately got up from the bed and left the room without continuing his words again.

When I passed through the bathroom faintly my ears heard de sa han's voice and moans in it. As an adult and married woman of course I know what Raihan is doing in the bathroom. It was so pitying and funny to see it too. Wrong himself why he hurt me at last he tormented himself. I smiled amusedly while shaking my head.

Raihan came back from the bathroom with wet hair and maybe he took a shower. Then he walked up to me and stood right beside me.

"Mh..!"

I turned my head and asked, "Why Rai?"

"I was wearing toiletries" she reported to me.

"Why didn't you say you wanted to take Rai's bath? I can give you a towel."

Raihan smiled smirk." It's okay mba."

I smiled at him." Do you want to eat now Rai?"

I nodded in agreement to his invitation. Then I rushed to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water, while Raihan was waiting for me in the TV room. After that, we perform dzuhur prayer together with khusuk.

"Mh..!"call Raihan after the prayer is finished.

"Why Rai?" ask me while folding the prayer mat.

"I.I.m sorry..at the incident, I.I..!" Raihan spoke in a brick tumben once usually he spoke like a smooth highway without obstacles.

"I'm sorry Rai..!" I cut his words that were stamped with bricks.

"I understand. I'm also sorry for making your bath tormented" I continued.

Raihan looked down like he was ashamed of me for the incident where he asked me to serve his passion.

"If I were your wife and you were my husband, I wouldn't turn her down Rai, I would serve you willingly." I said in my heart. But I immediately brushed it off, It seems there is no way we can be a married couple. I felt that I was too far away from imagining it happening when there were so many obstacles in front of us and not necessarily we were able to pass through those obstacles.

"Rai.we eat now yuk! I'm so hungry."

Rai nodded, then we rushed to the kitchen. I pulled the chair for Raihan to sit on, while sitting down he smiled at me and thanked me.

"Rai.sorry yes, I can not serve good food for you," said I cirih.

Then Raihan looked at the food on the table and smiled at me.

"Who says it's not good food? do not know this my favorite food mba, vegetable spinach and tempe. I can eat right away, right?

I nodded with a smile." Please eat Rai!"

Raihan started scooping the food and putting it on his plate and then eating it voraciously.

I still pay attention to it because I did not expect spinach and tempeh are two types of favorite foods.

I approached Raihan who was accompanying Zain to play a puzzle in the TV room. Raihan smiled at me as well as myself.

"Wheels..!"

"Why mba?"

"Can I have Zain for an hour?"

"Where are you going?"

"I want to take the crackers to the stall first Rai."

"Shouldn't I just take you with me?"

"No need Rai, do you want us to be the gossip material again if people see us shaking hands?"

Raihan shook his head, "no mba, I don't want to go down anymore. Just got up. Well, then, I'll take care of Zain and my heart, okay?"

I smiled happily, Raihan did not mind Zain's cheek, at least I was not too heavy when walking while carrying crackers.

Then I hurried away as my hands held two large plastic bags. I knew Raihan was looking at me with pity. Maybe he felt he could not bear to see my life like this had to find his own money even though he had a husband.

I went to the stall that has been my cracker subscription since long ago. They welcomed me very well because I did not leave my crackers on them for long. In addition, I gave more crackers to each shop owner as testimonials and their responses were all positive and praise after trying my processed crackers. They say my crackers are much better than my old crackers.

"It's really good Nur must have done hard. Is this really your own recipe?" asked Ms. Siti, the last stall owner I had my crackers at.

"Thank you, thank you Mom. Yes ma'am, this is my own idea."

"Well, great you Nur, I pray that your efforts will be smooth and successful!"

"Amin.amin thank you very much for your prayers Mom! then excuse me, Miss Siti !"

"Yes Nur, please. Take care."

I rushed home to my house after my crackers were all dropped off. I'm so glad they all said that my crackers taste better than the old crackers.

When I walked past Raihan's house whose gate was wide open, I saw that there was Bu Rida, her husband, Risa and Bu Haji were talking in front of the house. Bu Rida had seen me and then she changed her attitude from what had seemed calm to be like a stamp attached to Bu Haji and laughed like a little laugh like something funny and as if it were so look familiar with Hajj. I want to laugh at his behavior. He didn't know the guy they were looking at was flanking me in my house.