My madam, my poison

Sacrifice

"The women's basis is unclear! Come here claiming to be the future wife of Yoga!" exclaiming mom who just appeared on the terrace.

"I'm a future Yoga wife. If you don't believe it, we'll go to Yoga now. We prove whether I am honest or just making it up" said the woman who claimed to be named Helena.

"Yoga has proposed to me, and by the end of this month we will be getting married. How could he dare to mess around," said the mother.

"To prove what Mom said, right now I'm going to call Mr. Prayoga and ask him to come to this place" I said.

Twenty minutes later.

"What did Nak Zura ask me to come to this place?" ask Mr. Prayoga shortly after entering the living room.

"Helena? What are you doing here?" 

I can catch the confusion on the look on the face of the one-child widower.

"You guys see, right? I'm not making it up. Yoga does recognize me" Helena said.

"Who exactly is this obscure woman, Mas?" ask mother.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm a future Yoga wife. Don't you understand Indonesian 'huh?"

"Wait on! Wife-to-be? What do you mean, Lena?" ask Mr. Prayoga.

"You asked me to order a ring the size of my finger and your finger. That means you want to get me married, right?"

"God. You misunderstood me, Lena. You know my busyness. I barely have time for my personal business. That's why I asked you to order a ring the size of your finger because I thought your stature and Sabrina weren't much different. Maybe the size of your fingers is the same, too" said Prayoga.

"What do you think of me for? When Widya's mother died and you locked yourself in a room for weeks, who took care of Widya? When your business is almost bankrupt, who would be willing to go and fro to find you a capital loan? When you had an accident and had surgery, who was with you at the hospital?" said the woman who was a little younger than the mother. I can catch the pain in his eyes.

"I admit, you are a good woman. You are always there when I fall and fall. But I'm sorry. I just consider you a friend, nothing more" Prayoga said.

I turned my eyes to Helena. This time I caught both of those neutrals starting to condense. I understand, anyone in his position will feel such a deep pain. Maybe this is what is called love clapping one hand.

"I love you, Yoga" Helena said in a voice that sounded raucous.

"Once again I'm sorry, there's another woman who fills my heart. That woman is Sabrina" Prayoga said.

"No! I won't let you be happy on my wounds!" 

"Mother! Watch out!" I shrieked as Helena suddenly walked up to my sewing machine table and picked up a large piece of cloth scissors from up there.

"How dare you take Yoga from me. You have to suffer the consequences!"

Helena grabbed the mother's body from behind and pointed the scissors at her stomach.

"Russia, Lena. All the problems we can talk about" said Mr Prayoga.

"Others we have to talk about? It's all clear, Yoga prefers you over me."

"Lena! Put down those scissors! Don't be reckless!" exclaim mr Prayoga.

"If this woman dies, there's no longer a barrier to our relationship."

"Yoga Mas! Zuras! Help me!" squealing mother.

Astarghfirullah's. What if Helena was really reckless stabbing the mother in the stomach? Not only the mother is injured, but also the fetus is in there.

"Mrs Helena, I beg you. Keep the scissors away from my mother" I said.

"Nobody can stop me! This woman must die!" Helena lifted the scissors and prepared to stab the mother in the stomach. Nah! I will not let such a woman I love get hurt. I moved quickly to get the scissors out of Helena's hands. But apparently he refused to give up. He was still trying to swing the sharp object on the mother's stomach.

"Yoga Mas!" mother screeched as the man suddenly fell on the floor while holding his stomach. 

My knees were limp with hands and feet that suddenly felt cold when I saw the thick red liquid flowing from the stomach of Mr. Prayoga. Apparently Helena was wrongly targeted. He did not stab the mother in the stomach, but stabbed the stomach of Mr. Prayoga.

Helena threw the blood-stained scissors on the floor. He sat down in front of Prayoga.

"Sorry, Yoga. I didn't mean to, …"

"Bang*at! Look what you've done with Yoga!"

Helena could only silently grin when mother scolded her.

"If anything happens to Yoga, I'll make sure you get a severe punishment!" exclaim mom.

"I'm sorry, Yoga," said Helena as tears of regret began to spill.

"Mas Yoga woke up, Mas" said the mother while shaking the body of Mr. Prayoga, but he no longer moved.

"You shouldn't sacrifice for this woman, Yoga" Helena said.

"You, …!" Mother raised one of her hands and prepared to slap Helena in the face but I held her back.

"Already, Mom. Don't fuss anymore. We have to take Mr. Prayoga to the hospital immediately" I said.

"Call the police as well so that this gil*woman is arrested!" exclaim mom.

"I beg you not to report me to the police."

"You've done a criminal act. You must go to jail to account for what you did!"

"Even if someone has to die, it's you, Sabrina!" 

Unexpectedly Helena took back the scissors and tried to stab the mother.

"Please! Help me!" I shouted as I ran towards the terrace. Some residents who happened to pass in front of my boarding house rushed to me.

"What's up, Zura?" ask one of the people.

"Please, Sir. Secure the woman. He stabbed Mr. Prayoga and now wants to attack his mother" I said, pointing my index finger at Helena.

Two residents secured Helena, while three others lifted Prayoga's body off the floor and took him into a car in the courtyard.

"Sorry, Mom. I can't go to the hospital" I said shortly before Mr Prayoga's car, driven by one of the residents, drove.

"It's okay. Yoga is fine" said the mother in a trembling voice.

I looked at the back of the car that was starting to move away from my boarding house.

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