The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Chanel TV's

Tonight I do not make crackers because the crackers that I made last night are not dry and the container where the sun is still used all.

"Didn't you make any more crackers, Nur?" asked the mother who had arrived to appear in the kitchen. While I'm turning an undried cracker over the winnow.

"This fertilizer alone is not dry. There's no place to hang it."

"yes already. Get me some coffee with Nur's milk," she told me. I sighed then glanced at him who was standing looking at me.

"My work hasn't been done yet, ma'am. After all, the coffee and milk are all gone."

"New feeling yesterday mom bought really quickly to end. Did you drink it, Nur?"accuse my mother of me.

"Since when do I like to drink coffee what else is milk?" ask me while my gaze can not be separated from the face of investigating mother. I'm upset to be accused of drinking his coffee and milk. He knew I didn't like the two drinks.

"Mom just asked Nur. No need to rent that."

"It means to be in a cornered tone is the same as accusing Mom."

"that's you, that's how emotions are. Been there to buy milk with coffee," mother told me again.

I took a breath and stood up. After that, I walked up to him and held my hand to him without speaking.

"What do you mean?" asked the mother while looking at my holding hands.

"Where money? I already got crackers' money" I replied.

"elah. Weigh coffee milk price of five thousand should only ask. Calculation that you become a child with parents. Mr. Ustad said your sin if the same calculation parents. Do you want to go to hell?"

I put my hand down. I'm talking, bring ustad's name and hell too. I can't not chimed in his words but rather I'm more lazy to respond. I better just give up, because arguing with him will be endless.

I went to my room leaving my mother who was still looking at me sharply. I saw Zain sleeping and I confirmed his slanted sleeping position.

"Nur's spit, it's a big cat," cried the mother outside my room.

Zain was aghast at the shock of hearing the mother's scream outside. I elus-elus returned his back to let him fall asleep again. After Zain slept again, I took the five thousand money that was last afternoon my loving mother as my wages to make crackers and bring the crackers to the stall. In the end, the five thousand he gave me I will give him back for coffee and milk.

I hurried off to the stall leaving my sleeping son in a deep sleep. Hoping as long as I go to the stall he doesn't wake up and look for me.

I went back home after buying what I wanted. I saw my mom was grumbling around looking for her favorite chanel that I moved this afternoon. He pushed the back button of the TV because the remote was running out of battery. She looked at me who was walking towards the kitchen.

"What was the TV you utak atik Nur? why has the channel changed? I told you not to dare ngutak Atik TV me," asked my mother and admitted to ngaku TV. Though the TV was me who bought it cash at the price of three million because I used to have money.

I stopped my steps and turned to the mother who was standing in front of the TV.

"So my son wanted to see a cartoon. Stay in the change again chanelnya is it hard anyway Mom?"

"It's hard not to use the remote anymore. After all, you are very brave to take my TV. Then I miss watching the soap opera."

"Where is the trouble between just pressing the button and buying it that has to spend three million money Bu? after all, the capital bok is little so to buy a TV remote battery if you do not want to be difficult to replace the chanel. It's my own mother who every day takes TV not us," I quipped my mother.

I don't know where my courage comes from when my mouth can speak like that. My mother fell silent. However, the look in his eyes was staring intently at me. I hurried to continue my steps towards the kitchen.

I want to eat but there's nothing on the table. Actually there's still six more fish in the fridge but that's for mom and Zain. I'm afraid if I eat it mom will ask me.

"Tompeck of the fish in the yellow shady soup, huh Nur?"said the mother who arrived to appear in the kitchen. I who was staring at the contents of the empty refrigerator glanced at him without even acknowledging his request.

"You had a mouth you used to say, your own mother you ignored. Like a mute you." Mom started renting to me because of her orders I ignored.

I walked past my mother to the rice cooker and then I took two rice cobs to make fried rice. I remember I still had a stock of soy sauce to eat Zain.

Mother still noticed my movements that were still silent to him. I don't know, I don't feel like talking to my mom at the moment or because I'm just too hungry to hear her talk.

I began to pour rice on the pan. I gave the rice soy sauce and salt. Let only soy sauce and salt rice matter tonight I can eat. When I finished I put it in the dish.

"Nur, where's the milk coffee? why haven't you made it yet? you're why the hell to parents is no good? your sin is to silence parents like that." Mom nagged me when I just fed her two spoons of fried rice. I honestly forgot. Because my stomach feels so hungry makes me forget the milk coffee.

"yes Mom, just a minute." I walked towards the spot where the flask was with my mouth still chewing. I immediately brewed the milk coffee and gave it to my mother. After that, I continued eating my food.

"alhamdulilah satiated," I murmured softly.

After that, I resumed my delayed activity that turned the crackers that were still wet.

Tok tok tok tok

Sayup sayup heard the sound of the door being knocked from the front door.

"Nur, open the door," cried my mother from the direction of the TV room telling me to open the door just a few meters away from the TV room.

"I'm busy. Mother opened the door. Isn't it closer to the mother's position?" reply to me in a high voice.

Silent...

However, I sayup I heard my mother talking to someone outside the house. Not long after, she came into the kitchen.

"Nur, there are people asking for monthly mosque donations try to love the money first" said the mother who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

I looked back where my mother was standing and stared at me sitting on the floor."Can't you see I'm busy? why not just love mom? after all, I'm holding a cracker's money."

"halah Nur, why are you so stingy as a person. That is the contribution of the mosque his reward is great. Weigh the burden alone should I give."

I stood up and went past the mother who was standing in the doorway and looking at me. I was very upset with my mother, the matter of donating ten thousand dollars alone in the storm. I entered my room and took the remaining money from my husband who lived one red sheet. After that, I met the person who asked for a regular mosque donation at the end of each month.

"here's the money, sir" I said as I offered the money.

"waduh, that's a big mba. Is there no money?"

"Nothing sir. This is the only money I have, sir," I said honestly.

"yes, I've been looking for the change for a while."

Not long after, the man gave me change. And now the living of my husband is only ninety thousand left.