My madam, my poison
Patience
Time goes on, thanks to my hard work and perseverance, and permission from God, now I can buy a house that is at the same time a convection business. Thank God, from a sewing machine unit that I had bought from an old grandmother a few years ago, now I have more than twenty sewing machines which of course are all done by my employees. Fina who had quit school was now continuing her education in high school. While my biological mother who had experienced depression was declared cured. He's the one I trust to be the supervisor of my convection business.
"Where are you going, son?" asked when I found out I was going out of the house.
"I want to pick up my ex-mother-in-law at the nursing home. I promised that if my life had improved, I would pick her up and ask her to stay with me. I don't mind, do you, if Miss Kinanti lives with us?"
The woman who was now graceful with a hijab on her head was smiling sweetly.
"Why should you mind? This house is yours, you have the right to invite anyone to stay here" he said.
Alhamdulillahot. Being in a mental hospital for more than three years made my mother a better person. He wanted to change his style of clothing that was once open to be covered by wearing the hijab syar'i as I used to wear.
"Where's Mr Amin, Mom?" my many.
"Mom saw that the front was washing the car."
"Oh yeah. Ten o'clock in the afternoon I told one of the employees to pick up Lyra at PAUD huh, Mom. I'm afraid I'm gone a little long."
"Let's just pick up Lyra."
"Mother at home is watching the employees. If you walk, you will be tired. Let my employees pick up Lyra on a motorcycle" I said.
"It's okay, sometimes I want to pick up my granddaughter. I'm still strong enough to walk fifteen minutes."
"Yes, I'll ask Rahma to supervise the convection while you're out" I said. Mother nodded in understanding.
Rahmas. Yes, the girl who used to be my neighbor while still living at Leni's boarding house, now also works at my convection business because she is no longer comfortable working at the factory.
"I'll say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum."
"Getishalight."
"Where are we going, Mom?" ask Mr. Amin when I approach him. My car looks shiny after washing.
"We're going to a nursing home, sir."
"Well, is there a sister there?" ask the man whose hair is beginning to grow gray.
"There was. Come, sir," I said as I opened the car door.
The white car has not even been my vehicle for a week when I have to travel far or shop for goods for my convection business.
About twenty minutes later I arrived at the nursing home. I could see the twinkle in the eyes of my former mother-in-law when I heard my intention to ask her to leave the place and live together in my new home.
"Thank you for taking good care of my mother. On behalf of my mother, I'm sorry if she's wrong" I said, handing over an envelope with some money to one of the officers."
"Bu Kinanti is very lucky. Although only a former daughter-in-law, but Azzura ma'am is so caring and caring," he said.
"I've always thought of Kinanti's mother as my own" I said.
"Truly an amazing woman."
"Don't praise me too much, Mom. I just did what I was supposed to do."
"Where is Fabian now? He sent his mother to this place, but rarely visited her."
"Ehm .. maybe he's busy. Until he could not visit his mother" I said.
Later I found out from my old friend Arman that Fabian and Silvia were married. Precisely forced to marry because the two men were caught doing me*um in the car when they were in front of Fabian's rented house. I chose to cover it from my mother.
"Does your mother mind if I stay at your house, Nduk?" ask Kinanti's mother.
"I've spoken to mom. I don't mind if you stay with us."
"Oh yeah. Do you want to take me to meet Mila? How come she's mother's daughter-in-law."
"Of course, Mom. After from here, we go straight to Mila" I said.
After leaving the nursing home, I asked Mr. Amin to drive my car to the correctional institution. Karmila looked so shocked upon seeing our arrival.
"Zura ... Mother …? You guys, …"
Karmila wanted to rest in front of her but she forbade it.
"That's it, then let it pass. I've forgiven you. The most important thing is that you want to change" said the mother as she touched the top of Mila's head.
From mom, Mila's eyes turned to me.
"Do you know how Fabian is? It's been a long time since he's visited me. She's okay, isn't she?"
How'this? What am I supposed to tell Mila? Do I have to say that Fabian is now married to Silvia? Or am I pretending not to know?
"Ehm .. I haven't seen Fabian in a long time. I don't know how to do it."
I think the most appropriate answer to Mila's question. I was in his position once. Fabian got married without my permission or my knowledge, and it hurt a lot.
"Oh yeah, how long is your detention?" my many.
"Next year God willing I'm free."
"You've been through more than half of your detention well. I'm sure if you behave well, it's not until a year that you'll be out of this place."
"Aamiin .. hopefully. Ehm .. Zura, …"
"Yes, what's up, Mila?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"What do you really want? The food? A drink, or maybe a snack?" my many.
Mila shook her head while smiling.
"Not .. that's not what I want."
"Want to?"
"I want to learn how to wear the hijab. You want to teach me?"
"Goddessa. Mila's. You want a hijab?"
askaku with passion.
"Yes. I want to close my aura. Can I borrow your hijab for a while?"
"You don't have to borrow it, I'll buy you a new hijab."
"T-t-but ... what is it not a hassle?"
"Absolutely not. Hearing of your intention to hijab, I felt so happy. Tomorrow I'll come back here to bring you some hijab."
Suddenly Mila took my hand, she looked me in the eye.
"Zura .. I'm sorry for all your past actions. Actually ... actually …"
"Actually ... what, Mila?"
Karmila took a long breath.
"There is a big secret that you don't know about" he said.
"What big secret do you mean?" my question is full of search.
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