My madam, my poison

Bridegroom

"Divorce? It is easy to say the word that God hates. Have you forgotten how you're so crazy about Mila that you don't care about how I feel?"

"Don't I tell you, I married her not out of love, but out of the will of her late husband who died accidentally getting hit by my car."

"Not because of love? You said yourself that if you had a husband-wife relationship before marriage to make her pregnant, right?"

"I was in a state of caliphate."

"Think about your plan again. It's not good to leave your partner when he's down" I said.

"I can't stand his attitude anymore. He was so stubborn and often took decisions without my consent."

"You must remember, there is no perfect person in this world. Perfection belongs to God."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Oh yeah. I know from Mila that you left Rayyan to someone you don't know. Is that really so?" I switched the conversation.

"Yes. I left Rayyan to the taxi driver. But, do you know, I'm doing this because of your faults too."

"Why did you blame me?"

"If you or Pure Ma'am would help me take care of Rayyan, I wouldn't do anything this close."

"You better find Rayyan. I'm afraid something happened to her" I said.

"Are you going to help me take care of Rayyan?"

"Yes. Now there's Fina in my house. He can definitely help me take care of Rayyan."

"Alright, if that's what you want. I'll find Rayyan soon."

"Lantas, what about mom? Where is he now?"

"There's no choice but to put her in a nursing home."

"I don't know why you're so easy to abandon your family."

"Everyone in a position like me would do the same thing" Fabian said.

"That's you. Often make decisions without thinking. Just like when you married Karmila secretly. You will leave him at last."

"I can't stand his nature anymore. Dissent, stubborn, even he had the heart to trade- .." Fabian hung up his sentence.

"What did he exchange?"

"Oh, forget it. I just don't like the nature of him not wanting to according to what the husband says."

"You want to separate from Mila not because you want to marry your boss named Silvia, right?"

"Of course not."

I don't know why I felt Fabian was hiding something from me.

"I hope you think about that once again. Don't let you regret it."

"We are each living. You shouldn't interfere in my personal matters."

"I didn't mean to interfere. I just reminded you."

"Here you go, I refuse to argue with you. I'm going home now. Take care of Lyra."

"Without you asking, I will definitely take good care of him."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Fabian had just stepped off the porch, unexpectedly, Lyra's cries suddenly broke. 

"A ..yes. Lyla i-kut," he said.

"You're here just like mom, honey. I have to go to work" Fabian said.

"I-kut A-yah."

"When you come here again."

Lyra pulled the end of Fabian's clothes as if holding him back from leaving.

"Dad go now. Assalamu'alaikum."

Lyra's cry grew louder as Fabian moved from the terrace. However, I couldn't possibly let him go with her. I finally brought my little girl into the house.

"I'm sorry, son. Someday you will understand" I murmured.

****

"Who is that man, Mom? Looks like she just met Mom," Fina asked as she returned from the sewing supplies store.

"Name Fabian. He's my ex-husband, and Lyra's father."

"His father Lyra is handsome too."

"You're a kid, don't think about it."

"No, ma'am, I was just kidding. But Mr. Fabian is handsome, I have to say ugly." The hijab girl chuckled.

"The yellow rice is ripe, ma'am?" ask Fina again.

"Well, sir Fabian, what's the need to come see Mom?"

"Send a gift to Lyra" I said as I looked up at the bike in front of the terrace.

"Even though he's separated, Fabian still remembers Lyra's birthday. Maybe he came here to see Mom, "his god.

"You don't speak strangely" I muttered.

"Well, if you want to cook, let Lyra play with me." Fina took Lyra from my sling and took her out onto the porch.

Really, I was so lucky to be reunited with a girl as good as Fina. In addition to being diligent and obedient, he also loved Lyra like his own sister.

*****

Afternoon by evening.

"There are guests looking for Mom" Fina said as I folded my clothes in my room.

"Who?"

"Male and female. Maybe they'll ask Mom to sew a shirt."

I got out of the room and rushed to the front door. It appeared before me that a man was wearing a tie shirt, while the woman standing next to him was wearing a robe and a shar'i hijab just like me.

"Assalamu'alaikum," they said together.

"Getishalight."

"With Mbak Azzura, huh?" ask the woman politely.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Thank God, you can meet the person in person."

"Sorry, Ma'am and Mas what is there need?"

"Include my name Asha, and this is my future husband, mas Keenan." 

The man whose age might not be adrift away from me was nodding respectfully at me.

"I often hear the results of Mbak Zura's stitches are neat and always satisfy customers. That's why I came here to ask Mbak Zura to sew our wedding dress" said the woman named Asha.

"Can Zura sew a kebaya shirt and a suit for our wedding dress?" Keenan.

"For materials, Ms. Zura only chose. I believe Mbak Zura knows which material is good for a wedding dress" Asha said.

"Hmmm .. if I may know when 

your wedding day?" my many.

"God be the 20th of this month."

"There's still two weeks left, huh? God willing can," I said.

"Alhamdulillah."

"We'll pay the advance first." Keenan took a brown envelope from his pants pocket and thrust it at me.

"Pay later if the wedding dress has been sewn," I said.

"It's okay, Ma'am. You can use this money to buy the materials first. Lack of payment later I will pay when I take our clothes order."

"Okay, thank you."

"This is my business card. Ma'am can contact me if our wedding dress is ready" Keenan said. I nodded in understanding.

"Then excuse us, Assalamu'alaikum" Asha said.

"Getishalight."

The two brides then left my boarding house.

"Alhamdulillah, there is another order" Fina said shortly after they passed.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. The sustenance for the three of us" I said.

I opened the brown envelope. Masayallah. Is this not wrong?

"Why, Mom?" fina asked when she found the look on my confused face.

"This money is a lot. It must have been the man who gave the wrong envelope" I said.

"Yes, I asked them again but they did not leave" said Fina.

I rushed out of the living room and walked towards the terrace.

"Mas Keenan! Sister Asha! Wait!" my yelling.

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