My madam, my poison

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Still on the phone.

[You who? How dare I pick up my husband's phone!]

Suddenly the call was cut off.

"Have I mis-pressed my phone number?" muttered.

Again I pressed the buttons on the desk phone. Not long after I heard someone's voice from across the street. I remember the baritone's voice.

[Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sorry, who am I talking to?]

[It's me, Mas. Azzura]

[Loh. Who are you using?]

[I used the hospital phone. Mom is in the hospital]

[Why did you take mom to the hospital without my permission? Mbok Darmi has arrived at home, right?]

[It's not a good time to argue. Now I am coming to the hospital!]

"Click!" I end the conversation, and then I put the phone back in place.

"Thank you, ma'am," I told the administration. The woman whose age was not far away from me nodded her head and smiled.

Who was the voice of the woman I heard? Was Fabian not in the office? Was he at Mila's house?

"How, Ma'am? Can Bian be contacted?" ask Mr. Burhan when I get back in front of the examination room.

"Ehm, already, sir. Fabian's coming here soon."

"I'm sorry, I have to go now" said the man in batik.

"Thank you for the help, sir," I said.

"Either. As neighbors we have to help each other" he said.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

I went into the treatment room. I saw my mother in there groaning in pain.

"Propay ma'am, Fabian is coming here soon" I said.

Time has shown at ten in the morning. Fabian did not come. The doctor repeatedly asked me if she had surgery or not.

"Mas Bian.. Where are you, Mas?" shirihku.

"How, Ma? Is there a decision? The patient must immediately get action," said the doctor.

I took a long breath. For the first time I took without Fabian's consent. Bismillah, I did this for my mother-in-law. A woman I love so much as my own mother. For operating expenses, I sincerely if I have to use my savings.

"Good, Doctor. My mother can be operated on right now" I said.

"good. I can finish administration soon while we'll be preparing for surgery."

I looked at the doctor's back which was getting further away from me.

"Bismillah, Mum. Everything's gonna be okay." I put my mother's hand on her. I tried to look strong in front of him even though I actually felt so scared. Even if I cannot be selfish, everything in this world belongs to Him and will one day be taken back by Him.

During the operation, prayers and sentences sholawat unbroken from my lips. I hope mom's operation goes smoothly without any obstacles.

After almost an hour, I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the light above the operating room door go out which meant the operation was over.

"How was my mother's operation, Doctor?" ask one of the doctors who just came out of the room.

"The patient operation is complete. But sorry, if we have to deliver bad news," said the doctor with glasses.

"What bad news, Doctor?" my many.

"In addition to having a fracture in his back, it turns out that the patient also had a rupture in the lining of his brain. It is with great regret that I have to say if the patient has had a stroke. The patient will have difficulty speaking and moving" the doctor explained.

"Astaghfiullah!" I closed my mouth with one of my hands. The news really broke my feelings.

"Can I see my mother, Doctor?" my many.

"Please."

Though heavy, I tried to smile at my mother. 

"Thank God, my mother's operation went well" I said.

"Bi-Bi-Bi-an," said the mother.

How'this? Mother must be looking for the existence of a son only wayangnya that.

"Mas Fabian's out for a minute, ma'am."

O Allah, forgive me. I had to lie to my mother.

Not long after the door of the room opened, Fabian apparently.

"We need to talk" he said.

I got out of my seat and followed him outside the room. We don't want to argue in front of my mom.

"Why did you make a decision without my consent?" tanyakanya.

"The doctor said the mother should be operated on immediately. I can't wait any longer."

"I'm the head of the family. All decisions must be with my consent."

"Why did they just come? Is it really from the office?" my many.

I saw Fabian look so confused when I suddenly switched the conversation.

"What do you mean?" tanyakanya.

"Who was the woman who answered my phone?" I asked back.

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