My madam, my poison

Sweet

I gasped in shock when suddenly someone pulled my arm and slightly grabbed it. What I'm afraid of is really happening. The man actually got out of his car and chased me.

"By Allah! Don't touch me!" my peek.

"You forced me to be rude. Come on, get in my car."

"No!" my firmness.

With all my might I tried to release my hand from the man's grip but he pulled the back of my hijab until my head looked up.

"Please! Help me!" my yelling.

"You scream until your voice is gone no one will hear much less come here."

I circled my gaze around the place . I just realized that I'm in front of a public funeral. Although it is located on the side of the road, but the place is quite far from residential residents.

Some of the road users who passed by seemed to not care about what I experienced. In addition to the heavy rain, they may not want to get in trouble.

"Let's get on!" he yelled while pulling my arm. 

I don't know where that power came from. The leg that had been trembling with fear suddenly floated up and hit right in the section *********** the man made him grin in pain. 

"Breng!" yells.

Apparently this way managed to make my hand slip from its grip. I ran as fast as I could from that place.

I breathed a little relieved when I saw a large board with the name of the clinic already visible in plain sight. However, my joints grew limp when I got the announcement made in front of the entrance of the clinic.

"SORRY, THE CLINIC IS OFF UNTIL OCTOBER 25TH."

I was sitting in front of the clinic. Seconds later my vision began to blur.

"La Ilaha illallah. Muhammadarrosululululoh."  I've got Lyra's body before it's all really dark.

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"Liara!" That name is what I remember when I woke up and opened my eyes.

Yes Rabb. Where is this? What the hell happened to me? And where's my daughter?

Although still limp I forced myself to get out of the big bed and step out of the room.

"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am Azzura is awake."

Who is this woman? How did he know my name?

"Excuse me, whose mother, and where am I?" my many.

"Sir Zura drank this warm milk first." The middle-aged woman put down a tray with a glass of milk and took my hand so I could sit back in bed.

I who had been struck by thirst grabbed the glass and sipped the warm milk until half was left.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Call me mbok Marni. I'm not the owner of this house, ma'am."

"Why can I be here?" my many.

Mbok Marni smiled.

"For a moment, Ma'am."

Instead of answering my question, Mbok Marni just left me alone in this foreign room.

"Liara!" I cried when I saw Marni go back into this room with my little daughter, Lyra. 

"Mom-mother," she chirped cheerfully.

"Oh my God, honey. Thank goodness you're okay." I grabbed the tiny body and gave him a kiss.

Waitaminute! Why isn't Lyra's body hot anymore? As I remember I just arrived at the clinic but the clinic was closed. Suddenly I felt completely drained and remembered nothing after.

"So Keenan called the family doctor. Mbak Zura's daughter has been examined and I myself gave her fever-reducing syrup" Marni said.

"Yes. I found you passed out in front of the clinic. So I brought you and Lyra to this house. Lyra's body was also very hot. That's why I called the family doctor to check on her. Mbok Marni's giving him a heat-lowering drug."

Uh! It turns out that Keenan was the one Keenan I knew.

"Thank you, Mas .. um, Keenan," I said.

"Why did you pass out in front of that clinic?" tanyakanya.

I'm trying to remember what happened a while ago.

"So Lyra's body suddenly got hot. I meant to take her to the clinic. Since there were no taxis or public transportation anymore, I took it on foot. On the way there was a man who meant no good to me. He forced me to get in his car. I fought until I finally got away with it. Looks like I ran out of energy until I finally fainted when I arrived at the clinic," I said. Keenan nodded in understanding.

"Sir Zura rest first. It's only four o'clock in the morning" said Mirna.

"We go home, Mbok. It doesn't feel good to bother constantly." I got out of my seat, but everything in front of me was spinning. I also had to sit back in bed.

"Mbak Zura must still be dizzy. After all, taxi and public transport hours are not yet operational."

"Mmd! Mum!" call someone from the second floor. 

"Wait a minute, Ma'am. Looks like Gibran's calling me. Since childhood he's spoiled if he's sick."

"Wasn't Gibran been hospitalized? But really, …"

"So I did take Gibran to the hospital. But just a few minutes after arriving there, he was conscious and scared to death at the sight of the infusion bottle. It seems like he has his own trauma with that thing. He also forced to go home even though his condition has not really recovered," said Keenan.

In my heart I laughed, how could a burly man seem to be afraid of that inanimate object.

"How is he doing now?"

my many.

"The doctor said the wound on his face was not so severe because it was only exposed to a piece of glass in the front of the car."

"Thank God, we were worried if something happened to him. Oh yeah can I see him?"

"Yes. The room's on the second floor."

Keenan left the room and took me to Gibran's.

"Thank God if Mas Gibran is okay" I said.

The man only smiled faintly in response to my words.

"Why could Mas Gibran hit the iron fence where my boarding house is?" my many.

"It's an accident. It must be unexpected and it comes suddenly."

As usual, Gibran always acts tough when dealing with me. Is that the character, I don't know.

"You should thank Zura. He was the first to see you. He's also the one who called people to get you out of your car. Without his help you might burn with your car."

"My car? Holy hooch! Ja-ja-in the red one on fire?"

"Yes. Your car shorted because you were driving at high speed" Keenan explained.

"Tarta can be sought again, Mas. Mas Gibran should thank God for still being given the opportunity to continue living" I said.

By accident the two pairs of netra we met. He looked at me for a while until for the first time I saw a smile on his face.

So sweet. 

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