My madam, my poison

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Although it had been over ten years of not meeting, that face was completely unfamiliar to me. The man who is now Fatimah's husband is my only older brother, Darren. Mas Darren and my older sister Maureen left home shortly after our father passed away. I who had just graduated High School of course lost my way. Until one day I was met by someone who introduced me to nightlife.

"Sister Darren. How's Brother doing? Thank God for bringing us back together."

I approached a man eight years old from me. Honestly, I miss him so much. I was about to throw myself into Darren's arms, but I got unexpected treatment. He pushed my body so violently that I almost fell on the floor. A few pairs of eyes in the room turned their eyes towards us.

"Who are you?" tanyakanya.

"I'm your youngest brother, Azzura."

"Sorry, you're wrong" he said coldly.

"Sister don't joke. How could Brother not recognize his own sister," I said.

"You done checking it?" ask my friend Darren, Fatimah.

"What's this really about? Is Azzurra really Mas's sister?" ask Fatimah with a confused face.

"I don't recognize this woman."

"I'm your sister, brother. Why did you say you didn't recognize me?"

"That's it. We're going home now."

Fatimah could not do much when her husband, who was none other than my brother, held her hand.

"Sister! Brother Darren!" my yelling.

Brother Darren ignored my screams even though Fatimah also tried to keep him away. I could only stand staring at the two who were getting further away from me.

"Why didn't you admit that I was his younger brother?" shirihku.

I thought back to Lyra. I also hurried my way out of the hospital. I was lucky enough that a taxi passed in front of me.

"Bougenville House, sir" I told the taxi driver.

I'm sure the man I met at the hospital was Darren's brother. But why didn't he admit me? Did I ever do anything that hurt her heart? 

I took my wallet. I remember, in addition to the photos with my little family, I also kept a 2R-sized photograph inside there. The photo is a portrait of our togetherness while on vacation at the beach. I was five years old walking on the beach. Brother Darren held my right hand, while Maureen's brother held my left. What a sweet portrait of memories.

I was shocked when the taxi I was riding suddenly stopped.

"Why do we stop, sir?" ask the guy in the taxi company uniform.

"There's another Bougenville estate, huh?" He asked back.

I looked out the window. Astarghfirullah's. Because it was too busy daydreaming, I did not realize that I had arrived in front of the housing security post that had been my residence for several years.

"Sorry, Sir. I was daydreaming."

"Don't mostly daydream, Ma'am. Her husband will be taken by someone." The taxi driver chuckled. Even though it was just a joke, I actually felt that sentence was an innuendo. I responded to the man with a smile.

"Thank you, sir," I said, handing him a fifty-thousand note.

"It's mostly, Ma'am."

"Bak is a good man. May happiness always be with you and your family."

"Aaamin."

I got out of the cab. I intentionally accelerated my steps towards my home. Five minutes later I arrived at the house of Murni.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said from the door that was closed.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Pure Ma shortly after opening the door.

"Mak Zura has gone home? How's Kinanti's mom doing?" tanyakanya.

"My mother had to have surgery. And now he's having a stroke," I explained.

"I'm concerned, Ma'am. After my husband comes home, God willing, I will see him."

"Oh yes Mom. Where is Lyra? Was he fussy when I stayed?"

"No, Ma'am. Looks like Lyra understands that her mother is in trouble. She just went to bed after the milk in the bottle ran out."

Thank goodness I came home at the right time.

Pure Ma'am must be overwhelmed if Lyra tantrum.

"We went home first, thank you for helping keep Lyra," I said after taking Lyra out of Murni's room.

"Together, Mother. If Mbak Zura bothers, Ma'am can pin Lyra on me."

"Thank you, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

After arriving at my house, I laid Lyra on the bed while I lay beside her. Today was exhausting for me.

I don't know why I thought of Karmila. Is there anything Fabian has hidden from me? What exactly is their relationship?

I get out of my bed. I slowly moved my feet towards the small cupboard in the corner of the room. It was there that Fabian put down the bag and some important documents related to his work. 

"Sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to be presumptuous. But it was Mas who made me suspicious of Mas's attitude lately" I said.

I opened one by one the drawers of the wooden cabinet. His briefcase did not escape my examination. I didn't find anything suspicious. I closed the drawers again and put back the bag that used to be used by Fabian in its original place. I was about to turn my body around, but suddenly my net caught a little green box under the cupboard.

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