My madam, my poison

Almost desperate

"Mas Fabian left this baby to us because they were in trouble" said Ms. Murni.

"I don't want to take care of a baby with an affair!" exclaim the man who works as a teacher.

"You shouldn't talk like that. Rayyan is still so small, she does not know anything about the events that befell her parents. Fabian was once our neighbor. What's wrong we help when he's in trouble" said Ms. Murni.

"What the Fabians experienced must have been karma for what they did to Zura. Let them endure it. Why do we have to go with the sap."

"Don't you always say we should help each other? Why are you so indifferent?"

"Anyway I mind if this baby stays in our house! I should be late for teaching. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Sir! The father! Wait, Sir. We're not done talking!" exclaim bu Murni while juxtaposing the steps of Mr. Hasan who began to leave the living room.

Even Mr. Hasan did not pay the slightest attention to it. He approached his car in the yard.

A second later the car drove off the yard.

"How is this, Mom? It seems Mr. Hasan objected if I took care of Rayyan" I said.

"I'm really sorry, Mas. I dare not fight my husband. I can't help taking care of Rayyan" said Ms. Murni with teary eyes. Of course the middle-aged woman was sad and disappointed because her great hope of caring for Rayyan had just been broken because of Mr. Hasan's refusal.

"It's okay, ma'am," said Fabian with a bowed face. After saying goodbye to Bu Murni, we then left the house.

"I think Pure Ma would help. But it turns out Mr. Hasan objected if Rayyan lived in Romania," I said.

"I don't want to help you. But now I just live alone. In addition to taking care of Lyra, I also still have to accept the stitching order. I can't take care of Rayyan either" I said.

"That's just your excuse. I know you're laughing at our situation right now. You must think this is God's reward for what we've done to you."

"Astaghfirullah's. I never thought so at all. Even though I was once disappointed, I never harbored any hatred let alone vengeance. Moreover, we already have Lyra who will still need us until she is big and independent. When he gets married, you'll be his guardian, too" I said.

"Here you go, if no one wants to help me anymore, I'd better send this baby to the orphanage."

I don't have a word to respond to his words. Despite the objections, I cannot stand in the way of Fabian's decision. Maybe that's the only way out of this.

"Once again I'm sorry I couldn't help you" I said.

Fabian didn't respond to my words. He just wavers from before me and leaves me who has not yet left the park bench.

"May Allah make all your affairs easy" I murmured.

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