The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Liver disease

The next day, while carrying Zain I walked towards the vegetable stall to buy crackers and stock of foodstuffs daily. When passing through Raihan's house that always seemed quiet, I kept silent to pay attention to the two-story house. There was a longing in my heart when I saw the house, my longing for Raihan. I don't know, I could never erase Raihan from my mind as hard as anything.

I learned to love Surya and little by little I can love him even though not completely. But why can't I forget Raihan's figure? I looked at the glass window on the second floor that was tightly closed by the curtain behind it, I knew, it was Raihan's room, the room I had slept in a while ago.

"Where are you Rai?"I said softly with my gaze that could not be separated from the glass window of Raihan's room.

I step back my legs with a giant step towards my grocery store. Arriving there looks quite a lot of people who are shopping and gossiping ria. I walked casually towards the stall with a smile that could not be separated from my lips. I also greet people who are shopping.

"Eh there is Nuri, new tumben looks shopping again" said Ms. Siti to me who just arrived. What is said by Ms. Siti is the right word that I have not shopped in this shop for a week because I had previously stocked the ingredients of making crackers and foodstuffs for a week.

Just about to reply to the words of Ms. Siti, suddenly someone who was standing behind the thick body of a woman I did not know insinuated me.

"Yes, Bu Siti does not shop here, she has leveled up now, just shop at the same minimarket mall, does Bu Siti not know that she already has a bustle of rich people, he said, his life is no longer. Yesterday he was bought in the same mini market with his girlfriend until four pockets you know Bu."

From his voice I can guess who the owner of the voice, who else if not Bu Rida the slanderer, it turns out Andre's threat does not work for him. When the thick-bodied woman stepped aside, it was true that my guess was, Ms. Rida was smiling cynically at me.

I was shaking my head, why he was always there wherever I was, as if on purpose but actually we met by chance.

"Liver disease is very dangerous, Miss Siti? pity the sufferer who is always spiteful and envious continue to be with others. He said, if the liver disease is not immediately treated then the sufferer will be a permanent g i l a Bu!"

"Yes, amit amit! hopefully we are kept away from liver disease is yes Nur, not kebayang if so people g i l a continue running around the village, ha ha ha."It turned out that Ms. Siti understood also that I was insinuating the woman who had just spoken slander.

My innuendo and Bu Siti were able to make Bu Rida silenced but her facial expressions expressed her frustration at us. He put back the goods he had chosen roughly and then moved away. His behavior makes the owner of the booth - head bobble because they have to reorganize the items that are not purchased by Bu Rida.

"Sing patient, Mr. Mamat," said Ms. Siti.

"Already Mr. Mamat, just blacklist him from this shop. Wife ustad kok ngono his behavior," suggested the woman with a puffed up body, turned out to be silent he eavesdropped.

"Where ya ma'am, kesel is also the same reckless attitude, but he has become a subscription despite frequent debt," said the owner of the shop keceplosan.

"Huh, owe!"said Ms. Siti with a surprised face.

"Walah, classmate Bu Rida is an old wife and has a car often owed here? means the title of one of the richest people in this village does not apply dong ya Bu Siti?" Even thick-bodied women were no less surprised than Ms. Siti, while I just listened.

None of them thought, though, behind his clothes that always look good and gold left his right hand and have a car turns out that the problem for the stomach contents doyan owed also to the stalls are not too big.

"Wow, flippancy! I'm sorry my mother did not intentionally expose the disgrace of people," said Mr. Mamat while closing his mouth a little, maybe he did not accidentally talk about Bu Rida because Mr. Mamat himself was talkative.

"Rapopo sir mamat, relax, the important thing is we already know how the rich and religious pretentious Bu Rida ha ha ha."

"Beres, Mr. Mamat, don't worry. Although my mouth is nyablak but still can be in the brakes, Mr. Mamat."

I just smiled at the talk of a stocky woman and the shop owner talking about Ms. Rida. While I myself do not want to follow because I do not like to interfere with other people's affairs.

When I finished shopping, I walked back home. Arriving in front of Raihan's house, I fell silent again and looked towards his house that looked lonely and the gate was tightly closed. Arriving, I imagined the figure of Raihan standing at the gate and then smiling sweetly at me. It made me smile to myself as if to return Raihan's smile and what I did was exactly like a sane person. I shook my head to realize that I was fantasizing, not reality.

"Nuri..please stop thinking about Raihan." I'm cursing myself because I'm upset my brain is always thinking about it.

Then I continued my steps towards home. After arriving at the road leading to my house I saw from a distance an Avanza car parked in the yard of the house. Whose car if not the car of Amir.

"What other business does it take for Amir to come to my house?" I muttered with annoyance.

I want to feel like I'm turning around but my hands are no longer able to hold heavy loads and inevitably I continue my steps towards my home.

From a distance iftad Amir had realized my arrival. Then she ran small towards me with a flat expression, I was shocked and frightened to see her and then stepped back. I'm afraid he's taking revenge on me for what happened yesterday in the mini market and is now trying to get back at it.

"Don't come any closer, otherwise I'll scream" I threatened him as I walked back and forth. Immediately the elder Amir was silent on the spot but a second later he exclaimed, "dek Nuri, I just want to help bring your groceries." For a moment I was silent and then breathed a sigh of relief. I thought he was going to do something like that to me I guessed wrong.

"Oh, sorry, mr. ustad,"

"It's okay deck, here I bring the bags."Ustad Amir offered himself. I fell silent while thinking how best, but suddenly Mr. Amir forced to take over the goods

I am innate and inevitably let me just let it go.

"Sorry, sir, what is the need to come to my house?"ask me after being on the porch. I don't want to bring Amir's oustad into my house if there's no need for it. Like that, I let him stand on the porch.

"Wouldn't talk on Nuri's deck, it wouldn't be nice to see people talking like this" she asked. I know he's just an excuse to be freer inside.

"Sorry sir ustad, it is precisely if sir ustad entered my house will be a talk of people, let alone a car sir ustad parked in my house." Ustad Amir could reason, so could I. I actually don't want to talk to him for long.

"What do you want to say? to the point, sir, I don't have much time. I have a lot of work inside."

"I....!"

"Bapaa.......!" shouted Bu Rida as she stepped quickly towards us.