The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Elis's Invitation

One month later. A smile expands on my lips when calculating the amount of income for my labor that brings a considerable profit for me. Within a month I made a profit of seven million and seven hundred thousand from the sale of three million and five hundred.

If you ask where the cracker capital of three million and five hundred is from? where else if not the rest of the money given Raihan that I keep in the account. I was forced to wear it because I had no more money than Raihan's money. I myself considered it borrowing and at times I would return it after I had a lot of savings.

The profit from selling these crackers one month will slightly match my husband's salary of eight million and five hundred. If the effort is smooth and I increase the quantity and marketing, I believe my profits will generate more than the current prime results. However, I thought back if I made it in large quantities I couldn't possibly make it myself. It occurred to me that I was looking for people to help my business but I was confused to find that person because my own neighbors are average people and have their own income. If I am looking for people outside the village, of course I have to pay for it with a small amount while the benefits I get are not yet how much if I have to hire others.

I looked at my son Zain who was already sound asleep. While kissing her I said," doain mama and mama's business yes son, may mama always stay healthy and mama's business smoothly, so that mama can always meet Zain's needs until Zain grows up later. We proved to Papa that we can live without his money.

I lay my body beside Zain. My gaze looked up at the sky and my mind looked up thinking about my efforts, my relationship and Surya and Raihan. I have not seen or met Raihan in a month. I don't know how it is and how it is. Is she really engaged to Risa? but I never heard any more gossip about their relationship this late. His house always looks lonely if I pass it. Has Raihan not returned to his house since Haji Bu said Raihan left the house? The shadow of Raihan swirled again in my brain. Though for one month I tried to forget him by busying myself but why tonight I remembered him again.

Night before dawn, As usual after performing dawn worship I prank open my social media back which I had been silent for a month because of the debate between me and my ex-wife husband at that time. The first photo that appeared in my beranda was a photo of Andre in Australia taking pictures with two kangaroos and a prank I gave likes and comments on his photo.

"Well, it's cool to meet a kangaroo."

Shortly a message from Andre came in, and then I read it.

"Do you want to meet the kangaroo as well as Nuri?"

I'm replying to her."so bad!"

"really? how about I catch up with you now and take you to Australia to meet a kangaroo?"

"Seriously?"

"Serious dong...but if I take you will your husband not come after me for taking his wife away? ha ha ha.

Andre was a playful and funny student when we were in elementary school. Many times he made me laugh when I was sad because of my sell-out ice candle trade. He also often bought my ice candles and then shared them with other friends. I used to shake me when I came home from school and drive me home. I admired him for his kindness to me because he was the only student who wanted to be friends with poor girls like me. Andre himself comes from a family of being and bleeding Minang. I felt her loss when her parents brought Andre to transfer schools and move places to live in his home area of the field. I still remember his last question before he left school when he said goodbye to the students and teachers.

"Lady.....after you grow up you will not marry me?"

I nodded even though I didn't understand what marriage was and what a wife was because I myself was still fifth grade Elementary and sixth grade Elementary. I often smile when I remember his last words, his handsome face and his funny behavior I always remember until I grew up. From time to time I waited for her to hope that what she said as a child would come true. But that hope was dashed after a long time I looked for it and after finding the social media I was disappointed to see a photo of his wedding with a beautiful woman who had been live three months ago. After that, I no longer use my Facebook account.

The presence of Raihan as a friend can make me forget the figure of an Andre who had been expected to come to meet and marry me like what he said to me first. One year of making friends with Raihan until I was forced to marry Surya, a man I had only known for two weeks because of the coercion of my mother and first brother.

When I was still replying to Andre, there was a message coming from his sister Surya, Rista. She invited Zain to her son's birthday party later in the afternoon.

"Anything later same Zain should come huh? you guys haven't played in our house in a long time. Anyway I miss Zain mba, he's grown up now he keeps on being handsome anyway." Elis was a little pushy after I said no promise can't what not come to his house, precisely his parents' house because Elis still lives with his parents as the youngest of four children. Elis was the only member of Surya's family to accept me as his sister-in-law despite Elis's age far above mine. While his parents and other sodara sodara did not like me because they thought I was a matre woman because when married my mother asked for a dowry and a large enough money. They think I asked for it when it was my own mother. Therefore, until now the Surya family does not like me except his sister Elis.

Because Elis was expecting me to come to his son's birthday, I couldn't help but accept his invitation.

"Yes, Lis, inshaallah I'm coming! all you want to see Zain's grandparents."

"Yes mba, I hope you come. No need to bring gifts, right? mba and Zain just came I'm happy."

Then I replied with a smile emoticon. In addition to respecting me, Elis was also polite to me Although she was much older than me, she called me as if I was older than her maybe because I was her sister's wife.

After that, I keep my phone in the drawer because I'm not like people who go where they always carry their phone, but I don't. Not because the phone is already ugly but I do not like it since my phone is still new to turn ugly.