My madam, my poison

Hard to believe

After making warm tea for my mother-in-law, I rushed her to the guest room. There I saw Karmila tidying herself in front of the dresser.

"You came home this morning, didn't you?" my many.

"Sir Zura, what the hell is it? This house belongs to Fabian. Mbak has no right whatsoever to expel me," he said . His eyes did not move from the mirror. At first glance I glanced at the skincare product that had just been smeared on his face. I know, the price of skincare is quite expensive on the market. If Mila is now a widow and has no job, where does she get the money to buy it from? Did Fabian give him money without my knowledge?

Ever since I decided to quit my job, the money I had was entirely from Fabian. Although now the salary of his position as a marketing manager is quite large, it does not make me wasteful. I even saved up without his knowledge.

"It's good for your skincare, too" my insinuations that upset Mila confused. He quickly put the face cream in his bag.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked my mother-in-law.

"Just bury it, Nduk," he answered. I nodded and walked out of the room afterwards.

I came out of the guest room and passed by Fabian mas who had just come out of the dining room.

"Let's go home this morning, right?" my many.

"Yes. All mas pick up mbok Jum at his house. Wh why? You don't like Mila lingering in our house?"

Of course I don't like it. If I can choose, I don't want Fabian to meet Karmila if we end up having to make our relationship worse.

"When you can take a taxi. I don't have to take him."

"Where can it be. I've been picked up, I have to be escorted, too" Mila's protest suddenly appeared before us.

"That's a rule you make yourself. After all, Fabian had to pick up Mbok Jum whose house was far enough away. If you still have to drop you off, he'll be late to the office" I said.

"Zura's right, you take a taxi home. Let me pay the taxi fare" said Mas Fabian.

New taxi fare which number may not be more than 50 thousand I object. Especially if later I will only get half of the living that Fabian has given me? O Allah. Am I not ready to be combined?

"No need! I still have money to pay for a taxi!" 

Let alone say goodbye or say hello, Karmila just passed from before us.

"Jum pick up first" said Fabian shortly after Mila left our home.

"Be careful, Mom," I said as I kissed the back of his hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Mas Fabian stepped out of the house and headed for his car which was in the courtyard. In my heart I hope Fabian only goes to pick up Jum, not take Mila to his house as he requested.

I moved out of the living room. I set my foot in the kitchen to make porridge for my mother. But my steps stopped when I crossed the dining table. I saw a plate of fried rice and a glass of warm tea still intact there. 

I'm disappointed Fabian didn't eat my breakfast.

I also covered the food with a serving hood. Maybe Fabian will eat it after picking up mbok Jum later.

After making porridge for my mother and feeding her, I went back to my room. I was shocked when I found Lyra already on the edge of the bed. Athaghfirullah! My daughter is only two months old. How could a baby his age be able to switch positions like this unless someone deliberately moved him? Don't-don't…

I brushed off the bad thoughts that suddenly flashed through my head. After all, accusing without evidence is the same as slander. I hear that phrase often from Fabian.

Soft swab of Lyra's reddish cheeks. Apparently this woke him up.

I smiled as the small body squirmed to make her face look redder. How adorable.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Solehah's mother," I said. As usual, Lyra would chuckle when she was greeted. 

I took Lyra and suckled her.

Let out my eyes on the wall clock that was attached to the wall of my room. Almost at half-eight. But why didn't Fabian come? Wouldn't Fabian not pick up Mbok Jum? But instead of taking Mila home?

Fabian, why do you make me always think so badly?

After nursing Lyra, I also intend to bathe her.

"Mother cook hot water first, son."

I laid the tiny body on the bed. Not forgetting to put two bolster pillows on either side before I got out of my room.

"Bronch!!"

I was shocked not to play when I heard a sound like a falling object coming from my mother-in-law's room.

I hurried out of my room and headed for the guest room. My heart was pounding as I saw my mother on the floor on her back. I quickly approached him and tried to help him stand up and put him back on the bed.

"Why did you fall? If you need anything, you just need to call me," I said as I stroked her back.

Mother did not answer.

"Mom going to the toilet?" my many.

Again, mother was silent.

"Why are you quiet?"

I looked at the face that had started to wrinkle. Mom seemed to want to tell me something but it seemed so difficult. I understand now, mother is not unwilling to respond to my words. But he had trouble speaking.

I stared at those shady eyes. There was a circle that started dripping from there. Yes, this is the first cry after my father-in-law's departure nine years ago.

"Mom don't cry, Zura will always take care of Mommy" I said as I grabbed the rough hand and held it.

Even though I didn't make a sound, I was able to catch a thank you from the look in his eyes.

I held my mother-in-law's body into my arms. Really, even as my mother-in-law, I loved her like my own mother.

"Zura to the kitchen first, Mom. Want to cook water to bathe Lyra," I said. He nodded in understanding.

After finishing bathing Lyra, I then dressed her in a beautiful orange dress. 

"The mother's daughter is very beautiful" he said. I kissed her so much that I made her laugh.

I don't know why I suddenly feel cold and almost shiver. I turned off the room AC and covered my body with a blanket. Lucky Lyra wasn't fussy. He was so engrossed in the toy I deliberately hung on his bed.

What the hell happened to me? Am I okay? Right now I'm really shivering. The nausea and wanting to vomit again came against me. 

"Tokay! Geck! Geck!"

Although I was not feeling well, I could not ignore when someone knocked on my front door.

"Mom's out for a second, honey."

I grabbed my blanket and left the room. I got to that front door. I was quite surprised by my guest that morning.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am Azzura" he said.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Sorry who's mom?" my many.

"My name is Darmi. Ma'am can call me mbok Darmi."

I'm observing Darmi's mbok appearance. He was wearing a kebaya and a kai jarik. When viewed from his face, his age is not far adrift from his mother Fabian.

"So Bian came to my house. Nak Bian asked me to massage Kinanti's mother. He said yesterday he fell and his back hurts."

As I recall, Fabian mentioned the name of his masseuse mbok Jum. Why did he come here called mbok Darmi?

"So, was Fabian at Mbok Darmi's house?" my many.

"Yes, Ma'am. Fabian asked where Jum's house was. But he died a year ago. My sister replaced him. It was Fabian's son who gave me the address of this house" explained mbok Darmi. I nodded in understanding.

"Woman who was with Bian's son? Is he his sister? How it looks so close.

A female? Is he Karmila? Did Fabian lie to me again? 

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