The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Flashback 2 (POV Raihan )

After being treated by a doctor, I was led back to the outside by mba Nuri. After I was outside the room I stopped my steps.

"Why stop the deck? Do you want to use a wheelchair?"ask Mba Nuri. Maybe he thought I was in pain walking until he offered me a wheelchair, so he paid attention.

I shook my head quickly and replied, "No mba, I just want to go to the admin first."

"Oh..no need deck, I've paid for it," prevent mba Nuri with a smile. As if he knew what my purpose was to meet the administration. Instantly my mouth was a little gaping to hear his confession that he had paid for my treatment. Then I clenched my mouth back and asked seriously, "Mba Nuri seriously? why pay in mba? I also have money to pay for it!"

"It's okay deck!"

"I'm changing mba!"

"No need to be sincere."

But even though Nuri refused it, I still reached into the wallet I kept in the pocket of my school uniform pants.

"No need for a deck, you just keep your pocket money." Mba Nuri still forbids me to take the money in the wallet that I am holding.

Even if Nuri refused, I kept my wallet open. But when the wallet was open I was astonished to see it because in it there was only a piece of money fifty thousand. I glanced at Nuri's face, I was honestly ashamed of him. If you look at his expression, I know he's laughing at me but in the end.

"Say I also do not need to deck, if you give fifty money to me later your money runs out. If you end up whining again asking for pocket money with your parents."

His thumping made me feel embarrassed, annoyed and anxious at him. He doesn't know that I'm an online entrepreneur and I have a lot of savings. But it's okay in the ledek, because I also can't tell who I am and boast in front of him. After all, what he said was natural. The task of the student is to learn about the costs and needs of the school parents who are looking for it. The student cannot make money because his day is to learn. That is how most people look at a student including this mba Nuri to me that in his eyes I am a student who still depends on my needs on my parents.

"Later I'll replace it mba, I promise."

Mba Nuri smiled and chimed in on my words, "I said no. Let the money be a reward for me deck, if you return it later I can not reward."

I kept silent, hearing her words made me even more amazed at the beautiful woman beside me.

"Yes out, I'll take you home." Mba Nuri led me back to the parking lot.

Before Nuri turns on the motor and I haven't been riding it myself, Nuri asks, "your house where is the deck?"

"I live in Kenanga!" answer me.

"You mean Kenanga village?"

"Yes, mba!"

Mba Nuri was silent for a moment but then she asked again, "what are your parents' names?"

"Erwin and Fatimah" I answered briefly.

"You mean Mr. Erwin the DPRD official with Ms. Fatimah the principal?"

"Do you know, do you know my parents?" ask me curious.

"Know no, just know. Yes, it's up!"

I picked up a little beard and didn't ask again. I know my parents are important people and people must know them including Mba Nuri, I thought. I obeyed his orders and immediately got on my bike. Mba Nuri drove my bike at medium speed to Kenanga village. He looked like he had missed his path because all the way he never asked where he was going.

Mba Nuri stopped my motorbike right in front of the closed gate of my house. I wonder why he knows where my house is? he didn't ask and I haven't told him where my house is.

I got off my bike with a heart. Mba Nuri came down with me.

"This is your house, right, deck?"asked Mba Nuri as her gaze led to my two-story house.

I nodded and out of curiosity how did Nuri know where my house was, I asked, "how can you know my house? have you been here before?"

Tin.tin...

"Rai, why are you standing there and you're going in!" said father in a little loud voice.

"Start yeah!" my answer. Then I turned to look at Mba Nuri who was holding a motorbike about to get rid of him from the front of the gate. I want to feel I prevent it and let me just get rid of it but whatever my day, let's not bring a big motor carrying my own body just trouble.

Not long after the gate opened. Bi sumi, the art in my house has opened it.

"Mba Nuri!" I called Mba Nuri who wanted to push the bike and she turned to me and asked, "what's the deck?"

"Don't push the weight of the mba, just take it straight inside!"

Mba Nuri nodded then he got on my bike and drove slowly into my yard. I walked very slowly like a conch entering the gate. Mba Nuri ran towards me after laying my bike. Then he helped me walk. I knew my father was watching my conch-like path and was being helped by the Nuri mba behind me but he patiently waited for me until I entered the gate and sat on the terrace floor.

"You why Rai?" he asked, closing the car door and walking quickly towards us.

I know you're worried about me and then I answer, "it's okay it's just a small wound. I fell off the bike when I came home. Fortunately there was mba Nuri who helped me if not I was already dead hit by a motorbike," I said while looking at Mba Nuri who was standing while looking down on his face.

"Allah Raihan, you are there. I told you riding a motorcycle is dangerous. Anyway after this do not ride the bike again and if you want where in between the same mang Udin yes?" dad said and patted me on the shoulder.

"But yeah, I'm not a kid anymore. Besides, the bike is only a week I buy is a pity if taken. It is my basis that it is not too smooth to eat so it falls if it is smooth also will not fall." I denied my father's wishes with my face bent. My little debate made me forget that there was mba Nuri in the middle of us who was listening.

Mom soon emerged from behind the door and turned to look at me who was sitting with a large bandage on my knee.

"Mashaallah Raihan..you why Rai?" she shouted as she walked quickly towards me and sat on the floor.

"This.this is why your legs are Rai?" ask her again in panic.

I was still silent but the father answered him with a satirical tone, "it was Mom, because he did not obey the words of the parents became like that."

I turned to my dad and asked, "what does that mean? what happened to Raihan?"

"Yes, he fell off his own bike. I told you not to ride a danger bike. As usual if you want to go where between the same mang Udin alone."

Mother turned to me again with an anxious face and asked, "is that Rai you fell off your bike? What else hurts Rai? what's worse, we go to the hospital?" while turning back my body looking for wounds on other parts of my body. Honestly, the treatment of a mother who treated me like a child made me very ashamed of Mba Nuri.

"Don't overdo it like this Mom, I'm not a kid." Then I took my mother's hand away from my body slowly.

"I just hurt a little bit on my knee, you don't have to worry" I said back a little telling me I was fine.

"Wounded a little how Rai, this is a big wound you know! right said your father tomorrow you're between schools just as Udin does not ride a motorbike."

No father no mother, they are the same as consider me their child even though I can find my own money still in their eyes I am still a child.

"Can't be so dong ma'am, I...!"

"Hmmm.!"

My mother and I turned towards Mba Nuri who suddenly made a sound as if she was upset to watch the debate between parents and children. My own mother only realized that Nuri's presence in the middle of our middle was probably because she panicked to see me hurt so she didn't pay attention around her. I myself have not had time to introduce mother to mba Nuri because of the attitude of the mother who was directly possessive to me.

"Bu introduce this mba Nuri, she who helped me when I fell. He also took me to the clinic and brought me back here." I introduced Mba Nuri to mom. Then Mba Nuri looks smiling at mom.

"Lho...isn't this Nuri boy who often takes Miss Retno to study huh? so this Nuri boy has helped Raihan? thank you very much nak Nuri" I was so confused to see the expression of mother to mba Nuri who seemed to recognize her.

Mba Nuri smiled kindly at the mother and then answered her question, "Right Mom, I am Nuri her son Bu Retno."

"Oala nak Nuri's son Bu Retno anyway, I think the preparedness Bu Retno if you see is dropping off the recitation. You see, Nak Nuri has no resemblance at all to Bu Retno. Sorry, nak Nuri!"

Before Mba Nuri answered I interjected first because I was curious," how can you know the same mba Nuri?"

"Eat Raihan, often join or play with children in this village do not mengguprek in front of the laptop screen. So you know and know the people here. There are also super pretty girls like Nuri in this village you don't know, Dad you're Raihan!" Dad chimed in on my questions. flirting as well as teasing me. I feel so ashamed of Mba Nuri.