My madam, my poison

What happened to Fabian?

Today is the birthday of my first daughter, Lyra. I deliberately made yellow rice and then I distributed it to the hostesses.

"Why don't you have a birthday party for Lyra? I think you have enough money to buy cake or other party supplies" said Fina, an employee who helped me sew.

"No, Fin. Lyra was only one year old. He also doesn't know what a birthday is" I said.

Fina. The fifteen-year-old girl was my employee who nearly three months helped me with my sewing job. I still remember very well that afternoon Fina passed by my hostel while crying and carrying a large enough bag. When I asked why, the answer really made me feel sorry. The girl who just graduated from Junior High claimed to have just been expelled by her stepmother after her biological father died one week ago. I offered to stay with him too. But the girl refused. He said he wanted to stay with me as long as he could help me sew. Turns out Fina was pretty clever. It only takes a few days to teach him to really master the sewing machine.

"Oh yeah. Can I ask you a favor?" my many.

"What do you want, Mom?"

"The availability of sewing thread has begun to thin. I'm asking you to buy it at the sewing supply store, in the meantime I'm going to cook yellow rice."

"Good, Mom. Just take note of the things I have to buy."

After recording the items that must be purchased, Fina then leave the house.

I was busy cooking when suddenly someone knocked on my front door. I rushed to open it too. I was surprised to see who my guest was that morning.

"Fabian? You?"

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Where's Lyra?"

"He was playing in the room."

Lyra who had not been so smoothly running was suddenly out of the room as if to welcome the arrival of her biological father.

"Lyra darling, come here, son.'

"A .. yeah …!" her babble. Although the footrest is not too strong, the baby who is now starting to grow big is seen trying hard to approach Fabian. Until finally Fabian grabbed the tiny body into his arms.

Fabian then took a large box that he had previously placed on a motorcycle.

"Lyra is only one year old. He has not been able to ride a bike" I said after finding out the contents in the box turned out to be a bicycle.

"It's okay. Lyra's growing up, isn't she? Someday he'll be able to ride this bike."

"Can I go inside?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry, we're not husband and wife anymore. I'm afraid of slander if we go inside the house" I said. Fabian nodded in understanding.

"Oh yeah. A few days ago I went to see Mila. He said lately you rarely see him again. Is that really so?"

"Ti-ti-no. Mila was just making it up. I've been to see him a lot" Fabian argued.

"I could see from the look in his eyes if he was earnest with what he said."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Actually ... um, ..." Fabian hung up the sentence.

"Why?"

"I-I intend to divorce her."

"What?!"

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