My madam, my poison

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The Fabian house.

"Daritadi Rayyan is crying, Mom is even playing hp anyway!" early protest when she found Mila playing her phone in the living room while Rayyan was left crying in the room.

"She was already full of formula milk. Later if you are tired of crying must be sleeping alone," said Mila. His view did not at all switch from his phone screen. I don't know what made him laugh. Only he and God know.

"What, Mom?! Formula milk? Mom's still sane, isn't she? Rayyan is not even a month old. How could you think of giving her formula? I should've given you exclusive breast milk until six months."

"Huh! Know what you are about taking care of the baby. Marry not yet."

"It seems like this mother is reading less. Many articles in magazines or the internet that explain the importance of breast milk exclusive to babies up to six months."

"If you really know how to take care of a baby, you take care of it Rayyan. I'll give you more salary."

"Taking care of Bu Kinanti alone is already troublesome. What happens if I have to take care of Rayyan too?"

"If you don't want to, I'll find a babysitter."

"God. No longer want to take care of the mother-in-law, now even want to find a babysitter. What the hell is on Mom's mind?"

"As far as I dong! I have a lot of money and I'm free to do whatever I want."

Dini only shook her head in wonder at the attitude of her master. He then stepped into the main room and carried Rayyan.

"It's a pity that you have such a mother," he said.

Suddenly Dini observed Rayyan's face.

"Truly said people. This baby's face does not look like Fabian or Mila. Let alone the indifferent attitude of Madam Mila because Rayyan is not her biological child," he murmured.

Early in the confusion as Mila suddenly enters the room and takes Rayyan from her sling.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone from the direction of the living room.

"ah! I know now. Ms. Mila will be considerate of Rayyan only when Mr. Fabian is at home" Dini murmured.

"Father has come home" said Mila.

Don't rock or hold Rayyan. Fabian just looks indifferent and does not care about the baby boy.

"Truly a strange family," murmured Dini again.

"Tomorrow Rayyan's immunization schedule. Before going to the office, Mas accompany us to the hospital first, yes," said Mila.

"Tomorrow I have a board meeting. I have to get to the office early."

"Will you let me take a taxi?"

"A immunization is all, right? No need to go to the hospital. To the clinic near home can."

"Prestigiousness is. The wife of the director of immunization of his son in the small clinic so."

"He's not a child …"

Fabian hung up his words. He almost slipped in front of Dini.

"I want to start having trouble taking care of Rayyan. How about I go find a babysitter?" Suddenly Mila switched the conversation.

"Take care of mom says objection. Now caring for a baby says hassles. What exactly do you want? You are a wife and mother. Be reasonable."

"Since giving birth I have never been to a salon. I also want to do treatment. If I'm dull and dirty, I might turn to another woman."

"Here you go, don't hang on. I'm gonna take a shower first. Fabian moved from the living room, and he went into his room.

Suddenly someone appeared from the direction of the terrace. 

"Excuse me, Mom."

"Who are you, and what does it take?" ask Mila.

"I'm asking for alms, Mom. From morning I had not eaten" said the old woman, holding her stomach.

"If you want to eat at work, don't beg."

"Who would accept an old woman like me to work? My kids are married, and they don't care about me anymore."

"Your kids don't care. Especially someone else."

"I've been around this complex. But no one was kind enough to give me alms."

"Oh, go there! I don't have any small money."

"If it's not money, I'll take food."

"Unfortunately I don't have any leftovers."

"Pity this beggar, ma'am. How about I give you some bread and some milk?" say Dini.

"The bread also bought him money."

"Well, I'll just pack rice and side dishes."

"No money or food!" Mila.

"We have excess food, ma'am. There is no harm in sharing with others. Moreover, this grandmother is starving," said Dini.

"I'm surprised. How can beggars get inside this elite housing."

"I beg your mercy" said the old woman.

"No! I have no money and no food! Get the fuck out of my house! Just dirty the floor."

"Remember, Mom. Do'a his persecuted man is mustajab. Aren't you afraid that you really don't have money and food?"

"Already, don't talk much. Quickly prepare food for Fabian's mas."

"I've been like a maid in this house for a long time. It was told this, it was told," Early grumbled.

"What were you doing, by the way?"

"Ti-ti-no, ma'am." 

"Hurry and tell the beggar to leave before I call security!" exclaim Mila.

"It's a little money to buy food" Dini said half a whisper. Unbeknownst to Mila he slipped twenty thousand in the hands of the old woman.

"Thank you, thank you very much, son. May Allah launch your fortune and always take care of you" he said.

"Aamiinu. Grandma left now before the witch took out her horn" whispered Mila.

"God. I was told to talk!" exclaim Mila.

"No, really, right?"

"Grandma go first, son. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

The old woman also left the house.

"So don't be arrogant, ma'am. Some of our property has the rights of others," said Dini.

"Slackers are so not to be pitied. If you want to eat, find money. Not begging. I have a lot of money too because Fabian works hard, right?"

"Just talk to stubborn people, '" grumbled Early.

"I'll go to mom's room first. It's time to take an afternoon shower." Early passing from before Mila, he then stepped into the guest room.

"It looks like there was a guest. Who's coming?" asked Fabian who had just finished taking a shower.

"There is no one. I was just talking to you earlier."

"From his tone you snapped. Are you mad at him?"

"No, Mas. I'm not mad at him."

"You mustn't be so hard here. If he runs away, we're also bothered to find a new nurse. Although sometimes annoying, Dini always works well for us," said Fabian.

Her night.

"The medicine for Bu Kinanti is over, sir. I'm out to buy it at the pharmacy" Dini said between Fabian and Karmila's dinner. Fabian took two hundred thousand bills from his wallet and gave them to the nurse.

"Until when, my friend? We're spending a lot of money to buy drugs that don't necessarily make you recover?" mila protest.

"It's my duty to take care of my mother when she's sick."

"Mas see for yourself, right? For months I was sick and taking medication, but nothing changed. Mom's still just like that. Where the nurse's salary is no small anymore."

"Aren't you the one who said it was a hassle to take care of mom and didn't mind spending money to pay the nurses? Why are you fighting it now?"

"Run again," murmured Dini.

"Sorry, Sir, Mom. I'll go first."

"If you've got the medicine to go home quickly, don't wander."

"Where might I wander, ma'am. I go first, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Fabian.

Not long after, a voice of someone knocked on the door.

"Why Early is so fast" murmured Fabian. He also opened the front door of his house. Apparently not Dini, his guest that night was a man he did not know at all.

"Sorry, who are you and what do you need?" ask Fabian.

"You forgot about me? I'm your old friend." The man patted Fabian on the shoulder. 

"Oh, yes. Let's go in."

"Who, Mas?" ask Mila.

"I'm an old friend of Mom's husband. My goal was to come here to be happy." The man also patted Mila on the shoulder.

"I want to ask for help. My wife is ill and must be operated on immediately. I need fifty million dollars. You have the money, right?"

Fabian easily pulled out an ATM card from his wallet and gave it to the man.

"May I know the pin number?"

"654321."

"You must have a safe too, right?" ask the man. Fabian blankly nodded his head.

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