My madam, my poison

Doubt

"I came here to congratulate you on the birth of your child. I happen to have a nurse friend who works at the hospital" I said.

"I don't need your congratulations!" exclaim Mila ketus.

"Anyway Lyra and your son are brothers and sisters. Can I see your baby? Mayra said your baby's a boy." I stepped forward, but Mila held me back.

"I won't let you see my baby."

"Yes already. This is a gift for your son. I hope it will be useful" I said as I placed the blue paper bag on the living room table.

"Zurais? A lyra? Since when did you guys come?" asked Fabian who had just come out from inside his room. Strange, there was a party and a lot of guests like this, he locked himself in the room instead.

"Just now" I answered briefly.

"His father is now a big man. What can you do, son?" 

"Crawling."

"Now you can walk. If you can walk later, I'll buy you a bike."

Lyra, now ten months old, suddenly reached Fabian's hand as if asking his biological father to carry him."

"A .. yeah."

"Goddessa. Can you call dad? Lyra is a smart kid. Fabian carried the tiny body and kissed it. 

What's the matter? Fabian who is usually indifferent to his daughter, why suddenly behave this sweet? Didn't she just have a baby?

"Mas, …"

I can catch a dislike expression from Mila's face. Of course he was jealous to see Fabian's friendly attitude towards us.

"Rayyan dong's change," protested.

"He was sleeping. Later wake up if carried," said Fabian without even turning to Karmila. He plays with Lyra.

"So, your son's name is Rayyan? What a good name. May he be a wise, intelligent, and devoted child to his parents."

One more weirdo. Why don't they accept my prayer for Rayyan? never mind. Maybe they just thought of me as a pleasant-nonsense.

"Oh yeah. Now Fabian mas has become a director loh," said Mila haughtily.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm happy."

"We saw for ourselves, didn't we? After parting ways with you, Fabian's fate was lucky? Now it's proven who brought bad luck and brought good luck."

"The office is trust. The higher your husband's office, the greater his responsibilities will be" I said.

"of course. His salary will also be higher. Maybe we'll buy a new house."

I responded to Karmila's words with a faint smile on my lips.

"Oh yeah. How's Mom doing? Can I see him?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"You need to know. Fabian's salary is now huge. We can pay people to take care of him" Mila said.

"You should be ashamed to say so. You who used to always say you could take care of your mother well, now just hands off and pay someone else to take care of her."

"Mas Fabian doesn't mind. Why are you protesting?"

"Here!" call Fabian.

Not long after, a girl appeared from inside the house. He may be twenty years old.

"Yes, sir."

"Please get him to see mom" Fabian said.

"Come, Ma'am. Uh, Mum."

"My name is Azzura."

"Let's go with Bu Zura to Kinanti's room."

I followed the girl called Dini.

"Mother, …"

I could no longer hold back my harrowing cries as I entered the room. The old woman's body was thin, like bones and skin. The woman who had been my mother-in-law turned her head towards me. I could see a twinkle in his eyes, though seconds later the two neutrals began to get wet.

"Zura," hept.

He put his hand on it, and then I put it on my forehead as a sign of respect.

"Alhamdulillah, be able to meet mother again" I said with a trembling voice.

"Sorry, Mom. Fabian and I have officially separated. We can't stay together anymore" I said.

"Mother-follow-you."

"I'm sorry, Mom. My place is not as big as this house. I'm afraid I'm not comfortable if Mom lives with me. Better to stay here. I'm sure Dini will take good care of Mom."

Slowly I let go of my hand. I can catch the disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry Zura, ma'am," I said.

Mother turned her face away. Honestly, it hurts. But what is my day. At my current residence I only have two rooms. If you stay with me, she won't be comfortable there.

"Zura said goodbye, Mom." I was about to grab the hand of my former mother-in-law but she pulled it. Astaghfirullah, do you hate me now?"

"So, Miss Zura is Fabian's ex-wife anyway?" ask Dini shortly after I leave the room.

"Why, Din?"

"Bu Zura is kind, gentle, and loving. Mr. Fabian bod*h really lives Bu Zura for Mila's mother who is rude and fierce like a witch."

"It's not good to talk like that, Din."

"The reality is so, Mom. If Madam Mila was like Bu Zura, I would have been at home working in this house and not often argue."

"You don't like to argue. Just follow what Mila says."

"Just tell! Snitch! Ugly me keep going!" exclaim Mila from the living room. Bizarrely. Mila didn't hear our chat, why did she accuse Dini of complaining to me?

"Why is this mom? Who is also ngadu. I'm just saying that Zura's mom is kind, gentle, and loving."

"You compare it to me. That's so 'can't it?"

"Yes, please think to yourself. Ready for a softer one. Miss Mila or Miss Zura."

"You've been brave for a long time?!"

"I'm talking facts, Mom. If asked to choose, I prefer to have an employer like Ms. Zura."

"Look at Mas. Nurse mom is sassy and brave to me," Mila complained to Fabian.

"That's it, don't be like a child" Fabian said.

"Lyra, let's go home, honey," I said as I carried Lyra crawling on the floor.

"Keep this money for Lyra's needs" Fabian said as he slipped a white envelope in my sling.

"thank you. You better use this money for Rayyan's needs. God willing I can meet his needs," I said.

"Here's money! If you're given to you, you'll have to eat!" Mila grabbed the envelope and put it in her pants pocket.

"There is such a thing as an ex-wife. But there was never a term ex-child. Until whenever Lyra is my daughter. I still have an obligation to support him until he finishes school" Fabian said.

"The mother is arrogant and does not want to be given money. Why forced?"

"I'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Be careful, Miss Zura." Step closer towards me.

"Jaga mom is fine, Din," I said.

The girl nodded her head.

Just a few steps away from Fabian's house, I accidentally heard the chatter of some residents of the housing complex.

"That's weird. The days of his son, Fabian and Mila's mother, were not at all similar to his parents."

"Yes. Her skin is dark, her hair is also curly. I suspect it's not Fabian's real son. But the son of Mila's mother and her affair."

"Or maybe their baby is deformed, then exchanged for another perfect baby," said another resident who suddenly made their laughter explode.

"Mom must have mostly watched television dramas."

I was silent for a moment. Although it was just a joke, somehow their chatter was quite disturbing to my mind. Is it true that they say that Rayyan bears no resemblance to her father and mother? If it is true, do they have the heart to exchange their baby with someone else's baby? Let it be their business.

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