My madam, my poison

Fossils

The Fabian house.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" ask Fabian to the nurse.

"So Madam said she wanted to go to the mall, sir," replied the girl named Andini.

"Mall again. Shop again. Is there no other job but to squander money?" fabian grumbled annoyed. Suddenly his gaze was fixed on a large box in the corner of the living room.

"That's what?" tanyakanya.

"I don't know what it is, sir. The courier just drove him here. It looks like Miss Mila bought it through olshop.

The curious Fabian then opened the box measuring 1×1 meters. He was increasingly furious when he saw the contents inside.

"Just yesterday's washing machine was still good. Why buy a new one?"

"Shelf!" Fabian kicked the cardboard with one of his legs. 

"Don't you make me drink?" ask Andini who is often called Early. She was the nurse assigned from the foundation to work at her home. His job is of course to take care of Bu Kinanti from feeding, bathing, and even cleaning dirt and urine.

"Can. Make me bitter coffee."

"No sugar, sir?"

"The name is bitter, don't use sugar!" exclamation Fabian ketus.

"Father, you usually drink coffee with sugar."

"If the work doesn't have to talk a lot."

"Ba-ba-alright, sir."

He moved out of the living room and then stepped into the kitchen.

"Still young is fierce! I swear I had a stroke!" objurgation.

"Say what you just said?"

"Ehm, ti-ti-no, sir. I just said I don't like bitter coffee."

Moments later Dini came out with a tray containing a cup of warm coffee.

"It looks like I'm tired. You want me to flake?" ask Early a moment after putting the cup on the table.

Fabian was silent for a moment, and he thought.

"When he married Mila, he never once scolded me. It was precisely he who every night told me to massage his back," he murmured.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to be disrespectful. May my massage make a sore-sore in the body of the Father a little reduced."

"Can. But don't be so hard. I'm not used to being squished."

Dini who came from the village was seen agile to play his fingers starting from the head, shoulders to the two arms of the master. So comfortable, without realizing Fabian fell asleep on the sofa.

"The father is handsome, but dear, fierce," whispered Dini as he looked at Fabian's face from such a close distance.

Early immediately shifted his body from Fabian when suddenly the sound of footsteps from the terrace. 

"But make me a cold drink. The AC in the taxi was dead. I got hot," he said, putting some large paper bags on the table. Apparently the sound made Fabian wake up from his short sleep.

"Where are you from?" tanyakanya.

"In the mall there is a massive discount for fashion products. Honey if not buy," said Mila while removing her shopping items. From clothes, shoes, bags, even cosmetic tools.

Fabian was inflamed when he found a shopping receipt that fell from one of the paper bags.

"Five million? You threw away this much money just to buy these unnecessary things?"

"That's a discount, Mas. His normal price was probably over fifteen million."

Fabian brought his face closer to Mila's ear and whispered a little.

"You remember yes. My position as director is only temporary, so you don't fall asleep. After Silvia wakes up from a coma, my job title and salary will be back to what it used to be" he said.

"That's her. As long as Mas is in this position, we should make the most of this opportunity."

Karmila dyed to make sure Dini did not hear their chatter.

"Mas want to know how not to let this position not be shifted again?"

"It is unlikely that this office will not be removed. Once Silvia regains consciousness, Anthony sir will definitely give back this position to his daughter."

"One way only."

"What way?"

"Silvia never woke up again."

"What do you mean?"

"Gil* you! That's one act against the law. If the police find out, I could go to jail. Do you want an inmate husband?"

"We play pretty dong, honey."

"Surely you mostly watch television dramas called the Mafia."

"If you want to live a good life forever, that's the only way. Besides, Mr. Anthony is old, sick again. Maybe soon he will die" said Mila.

"Who's dead, Mom?"

Karmila was barely tiptoed when Dini suddenly stood before her.

"Just follow!" his gerrick.

"So I heard my mother say the word dead. I think a friend or brother died."

"It's none of your business either. Here's the drink." Karmila grabbed the glass filled with cold melon syrup and sipped it until it was gone.

"Sorry, Mom. I hear women who are pregnant old are not good too often to drink cold drinks."

"Do you know what pregnancy is? Marry not yet."

"Maybe I'm not married. But know those restrictions from my late mother who was a shaman giving birth in the village."

"Huh! It's just an ancient myth. I can't believe it. There used to be those who said they should not buy baby equipment when they were young because something bad could happen to the baby. But that speech is not true. The proof is that until I'm seven months old, me and my womb are okay, right?"

"The good step if we do not underestimate the words of our parents first," said Dini.

"I'm hungry. You're cooking yet?" 

"From the beginning we agreed that my job was only to take care of Kinanti's mother, right? Why do I have to cook too?" early Protest.

"So, you want to argue? In that case, I'll call the foundation right now so that you can be withdrawn!" threaten Mila's.

"No, Ma. I need this job for the school fees of my two sisters," said Dini half-begging.

"Eat it submissive, don't argue with it." Fabian.

"What do you want to eat? Let me make it."

"Instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are also not good for pregnant women. You better eat more vegetables and fruit."

"God. You're actually a sick nurse or a health practitioner anyway? Daritadi's a smart ass!"

"It's not so, Mom. I just, …"

"Just do my orders!" exclaim Mila.

"Basic grandma's dropping by!" swear Early as it passes from the living room.

"We're having a seven-monthly event for our baby right, Mas?"

"Hmm." Fabian responded by muttering.

"I want us to invite Zura."

"No need."

"Of course it is necessary. We need to show him that we're rich now. We can hold a seven-month salute with luxury and festive," argued Mila.

"yes too. We prove that his words are not true. After I parted with him, my fate grew more fortunate."

"Yes, tomorrow we come to his house" said Mila. Fabian nodded in agreement.

"I took a shower first, it was like being roasted" Mila said as she moved from her seat. He then walked to his room.

"Where is your Mom, sir? It's the instant noodles are already so." Early put a bowl of instant noodles that were still puffing the smoke on the table.

"May the bath."

"Bruck!"

Fabian and Dini gasped in shock when they heard the sound of objects falling from the direction of the bathroom.

"Astaghfiullah! Mila!"

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