My madam, my poison

Bright spot

"You remember, don't you, about three years ago you told me that Fabian's wife gave birth to a baby boy?" my many.

"Yes, I remember. The doctor asked me to help your sister give birth. However, she was eventually replaced by Sister Siska because I was asked to accompany another doctor in the operating room."

"If you had helped Maureen give birth, this might never have happened."

"Come, Ra. Tell me what the hell is going on. Why are you talking about Maureen's older brother, and what does that have to do with Sister Siska?" press Mayra again.

"Sir Maureen paid Sister Siska to exchange her baby for another baby born on the same day."

"God. I-me-me-shake the baby, Ra?"

"Yes. I heard Maureen's confession myself."

"Has your sister lost her mind? After destroying her own sister's household, she swapped her baby for another baby."

"Baby Maureen was born disabled. That's the reason why she traded her baby for another baby."

"If indeed your brother has realized and admitted his mistake, why not he himself who is looking for the existence of his biological child?" ask Mayra.

"Sir Maureen is now in custody. He was sentenced to four years in prison for fighting and killing other people."

"Ckckckck .. Your brother's life is always full of problems."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"May I know where Sister Siska's address is?" my many.

"House is not too far from this hospital. Across the street, just behind the supermarket. Now he's opening a shop on Orchid Street" Mayra explained. I nodded in understanding.

"Thank you for the information. Like I want to go straight there mumpung today my schedule is not so crowded."

"Hopefully your business is done quickly" said Mayra.

After hugging for a while, I left the hospital.

"We're going straight home, ma'am?" ask Mr. Amin.

"We're heading to one more place. I'm sorry, sir, I've made Mr. Amin tired."

"Ehm .. not really Mom. I am anu-anu, …"

Suddenly there was a distinctive sound from the stomach of Mr. Amin which indicates that he was attacked by hunger.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. It's past lunchtime. Mr. Amin ate first at the food stall. Let me change wait in the car." I gave him fifty thousand bills.

"Good, Mom. Excuse me first."

About twenty minutes later Mr. Amin re-entered my car.

"Where are we going, Mom?"

"To the Orchid road, sir."

"Who do you want to meet?"

"A friend."

The distance from the hospital to the address indicated by Mayra is about two kilometers. I was confused which store belonged to Sister Siska because in the shophouse there were quite a lot of shops. However, after I read the nameplate of the store "Siska" I was sure that the store owner was the person I was looking for.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said I.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What do you want to buy?"

"Sorry before. I didn't mean to come here to buy. Is this man really called Siska? Former nurse at MD Hospital?'

"Yes, Right. I've been working as a nurse for a long time."

"Can we talk for a second?" my many.

The girl with such shoulder hair then invited me into the store that sold her school supplies.

"Sorry, who is this mother? And who told you this address?"

"My name is Azzura. I am the younger sister of a patient who gave birth three years ago named Karmila. You remember that name, don't you?"

"Carmilla?"

Siska seemed to think for a moment before she gave an answer.

"Sorry, Mom. I can't remember one by one the names of the patients who gave birth in that hospital. Moreover, the time has been so long."

"A-a-pa?"

I saw Siska's eyes round. The look on his face that was calm now looks confused.

"What is this mother talking about? I don't understand" he argued.

"My own sister made a confession if she paid a nurse named Siska to exchange her baby boy for another baby born on the same day" I said.

"It could have been another name for Siska" he argued.

"Say my best friend, Mayra, in that hospital there was only one person named Siska. Do I need to meet with him?"

"Ti-ti-no, ma'am."

"So, what about my question? Have you exchanged baby Karmila for another baby?"

"Ti-ti-no, Mom. That's not me."

"Alright, let me take you to meet Karmila," I said in a threatening tone.

"Ehm .. I'm-I'm sorry, ma'am. I was forced to do the Karmila ma'am order because at that time I was really in need of money to pay my father's debt. If not, we'll be kicked out of the house" he said.

"Do you know what you're doing is breaking the law? You could go to jail."

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I did it for because I needed money."

"This problem can be solved fine as long as you tell me where the address of the delivery patient you exchanged the baby for."

"I read the patient's address in his KIA book. Her name is Mala's mother. If I don't remember wrongly, the address of the mother was on the street .. ehm ... Orchid ... Aster .. An. Carnation. Yeah, on the way of the Carnation."

"Isn't that Saddam's parents' home address? May Maureen's older son be Saddam, "my inner self.

"Now also come with me to the address of that patient."

"T-t-but, Mom. What about my shop?"

"You just choose. This matter was resolved either fine or through the legal channels!" my firmness.

"Ba-ba-alright, ma'am."

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the Carnation road. After asking where Mala's house was, we rushed to the house.

It's true what the parents of the guardians at Lyra school said. The house that last three years became Saddam's residence was quite large and even quite luxurious.

I pressed the button marked with the bell near the entrance. Not long ago a middle-aged woman came out and opened the door for us.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said I.

"Vaalaikumsalam. This mother who was giving balloons to Saddam 'wasn't she?"

True to my guess, Saddam was Maureen's biological son who was banished because he was born disabled.

"Yes, Mom."

"Where do you know my home address? And what's the need for you to come here?" ask Mala's mom.

"Suster Siska drove me to this address."

From my face, Mala's view turned to Siska who had just lowered her face.

"Yes. I still remember this sister who helped me give birth. My husband was on his way out of town. So I gave birth without anyone. Sister Siska also said I was unconscious shortly after giving birth to my baby."

"Actually .. Saddam is not Mom's real son," said Siska still with a downcast face.

"What does Sister mean?" ask Mala's mom.

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