My madam, my poison

Letter of attorney

"Mom and Yoga will be getting married later this month" the mother said that morning as I was cooking in the kitchen.

"What about Widya?"

"What is how? That girl is stubborn. Until whenever he won't approve of our relationship."

"So, Mom and Mr Prayoga are getting married secretly?" my many.

"Yes. That's the only way. I can't show it for too long. You know that, right? The longer my stomach gets bigger?"

If I may be honest, I disagree with the attitude of the mother who took advantage of her marriage with Mr. Prayoga with the aim of covering up her disgrace. I can no longer prevent it. I understand the nature of mother. He would not like anyone to get in the way of his wishes.

"Yoga will buy me a house. So after we get married, we're not gonna live with Widya."

"Poor Widya. He must live alone in his house."

"Widya is not alone, she has an assistant house ladder. Besides, if mom and Widya live in one house, we can fight every day" said the mother.

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly the sound of a car horn came from the direction of the gate. At first we did not pay attention to it, but because it was quite disturbed, finally mom decided to leave the kitchen and go out to the yard.

"God! Don't you have any manners, huh? You honked your car's horn as if you were on the highway alone" mother grumbled.

Not long ago the red car window was open. I who also followed the mother in the yard was quite surprised to see who the owner of the car that still looks shiny.

"Fabian ... Mila …?"

"Oh, so you guys purposely honked loudly just to show off your car? Basis kampung's. What are you guys doing here?"

"I came here just to give you this." Fabian thrust a white envelope at her. 

"What's this?"

"The letter is for Zura" Mila said.

Hearing my name being mentioned, I walked over to them.

"The more days you get thinner and unkempt. Look at me now. Have a nice car, branded clothes and bags, and expensive jewelry," said Mila while showing off some bracelets that are coiled around her wrist. He deliberately shook his hand until there was a tinkling sound because the gold bracelet touched each other.

"I hope you didn't faint while reading this letter," Mila said.

I took over the envelope with the religious court logo from my mother's hand. Without even reading it, I knew it was a divorce warrant.

"Don't you think I regret our breakup. I was just relieved. Now my status is clear" I said.

"You know what? Mas Fabian has now risen to become a director," said Mila haughtily.

"Wantas? We have to say "wah!" 'that?" 

said mother.

"It is now proven that I am the bearer of good fortune for Fabian. Not a year married, he has gone up in office. While the time of marriage with you ten years more, his career is only there."

"It's so arrogant to be a person. At least your husband rose to office not because of his work achievements, but because of the interference of his mistress."

"What do you mean you say that?"

"Do you know that this husband you are proud of goes with another woman? He even left his car at the cafe. Would you like it especially if they went alone if it wasn't for fun?"

"You don't have to interfere. My husband went out of town with his boss for work. I believe Fabian won't do anything behind my back."

"I think you're a smart woman, but it turns out you're so easily fooled. May your husband rise to office on condition. You know the direction I'm talking?" said mother.

"So that woman is not stupid." Mom chuckles.

"Let's go home!" 

Mila, who was so upset, closed the window of her car. Innocent long time that car left my boarding place.

"Mom sure, something's not right. Where can Fabian rise to the position of director as easy as that," said the mother when we entered the house.

"Easy, Mom. I don't want to know anything about his life anymore. Let it be their business" I said.

"Where are you going?" ask mom when I see me change my hijab with a wide-sized hijab that I always wear when I leave the house.

"There's some sewing thread I need to buy."

"Let Lyra at home be the same mother. He's full, isn't he?"

"Yes, Mom. Lyra just suckled."

"Mom can take something?"

"What do you want to leave?" my many.

"Mom would love to eat young mango."

"God willing if I buy it. You go first, honey. Good at home with grandma. Don't be naughty" I said as I peeked at my little princess' forehead.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Be careful."

Half an hour later I arrived at the sewing machine shop.

I was picking sewing thread and some other gear. I don't know why my eyes suddenly turned to the outside of the shop. Netraku caught a man and a woman who joined in a friendly and middle towards the boutique which was just opposite the store. Even though I only saw from his back, I knew who the man was. But who is the woman with him? He is not Fatimah. I also know my best friend's style of dress. 

"Sir, excuse me to come out for a moment. I'll be back here" I told the waiter.

I got out of the sewing shop and went to both of them. Uh! The traffic light had just changed color to green which meant I had to wait a while before I could step across.

After the traffic lights came back red, I rushed across and headed for the boutique. I circulated my gaze in that quite crowded boutique. But I didn't find them. Where's Brother Darren? I'm sure they're entering this boutique.

From the boutique my view turned to the silver-colored car parked not so far from the boutique. That's it Darren's brother. He had just opened the car's door handle while the woman I hadn't seen had her face entered Darren's car from the other door.

I accelerated my steps so as not to lose track of them. I need to know who that woman is. Is it true Fatimah's guess if Brother Darren has another woman out there. 

"Sister Darren! Wait!" I cried while stretching out both my hands in front of his car.

"Zura's! What the fuck! Get out of my face!" snapped it.

I looked at the woman who was sitting next to the steering wheel. 

"You, …?"

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