My madam, my poison

Just a dream?

"Actually ... actually .. um, .. the boy you've been caring for is not your biological child" Siska said.

"Suster don't mess around. How could Saddam not be my son? The nurse who helped me give birth, didn't she? Even the Sisters themselves gave Saddam up for early breastfeeding initiation."

"Mother fainted astray after giving birth. At that time I went to the delivery room of Karmila's mother with the intention of providing the first immunization for her baby who was born a few minutes earlier than the baby Mother. Looks like Karmila's mother was disappointed because she gave birth to a deformed baby. He also offered me a large sum of money so that I would exchange the baby Mother who was born perfect with the baby mother Karmila" Siska said.

Sentence after sentence that slid from Siska's mouth apparently gave a hard blow to Ms. Mala. Suddenly the body of a woman whose age was not far from me was hollow.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. Miss Mala!" I propped up the body and invited her to sit on the sofa in the living room.

Moments later a boy of Lyra's age appears from inside the house.

"Mother why?" tanyanya while running to approach Mala ma'am.

"Mom's okay, sweetie."

I also looked at the boy's face. It's similar to Fabian. Is he really Fabian's son and Maureen's brother?

"What's your name, honey?" my broom.

"Saddam's."

"Oh yeah, why didn't Saddam go to school today?" my many.

Saddam hid behind Mala's body as if asking for protection. It seems my question made him uncomfortable.

"Saddam play in the room first yes, dear," persuaded Ms. Mala while gently rubbing the boy's hair. 

I feel so relieved. Saddam is well needed in this house.

"Saddam didn't want to go to school for a few days. He was afraid because he liked to be ridiculed by his friends because he had a physical deficiency. I tried it in many ways but for free. Saddam even intended to quit school."

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I was forced to do the Karmila ma'am order because at that time I needed money for my family. I just realized that what I did turned out to be a big influence on the lives of others," said Siska.

"Saddam was so small. How do I tell if he's not my biological child? I also loved Saddam. Can I part with him?" said Mala ma'am. I can catch the sadness in the look in his eyes.

The mood was silent for a moment. As a fellow woman and a mother, I understand very well the feelings of Mala now. 

"Mrs Zura, …"

"Yes, Mom."

"Why didn't Mom Karmila herself come to talk to me? What he has done is a grave mistake and also an unlawful act. I could have taken the case to the legal track" Mala said.

"Mother don't have to report my sister to the police, she's been a prisoner there for three years."

"Huh?! What has Karmila done?"

"My brother got into a fight with someone in his residence to accidentally make someone else lose his life. The court sentenced him to four years in prison" I said.

Madam Mala grinned wryly.

"The punishment is appropriate for women like her" he said.

"On behalf of my sister, I also apologize" I said.

"Can I meet my real son now?" asked Mala's mother who suddenly made me confused.

What am I supposed to tell Mila's mom? He'd be even more upset if I told Fabian what he did to his biological son. 

"Ehm .. ma-ma-af, Mom. Right now I can't see Mom's real son."

"Why could that be?" Madam Mala frowned.

"I don't know where Mom's biological son is now either."

"Mother Zura is playing me, huh? Didn't Mom just say that Karmila's mom traded her baby for mine? Why is it that Ms Zura says she doesn't know where my real son is?"

Ms. Mala's voice sounded a little louder.

"That's not what I mean, ma'am. Circumstances forced my sister's husband to ask others to take care of Rayyan. I don't know exactly who and where the people who took care of him are."

"Not husband, not wife. Not equally sane! I don't want to know. Ms. Azzura must quickly find my son's whereabouts and bring him to this house! I hope you leave my house and never come back before you find my son!" mamma Mala.

Unexpectedly, someone who has a soft and polite speech like Mala ma'am, her battle can change when she is overcome by anger.

"Good, Mom. Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum."

Let alone answering my greetings, Mala actually first left the living room before we stepped out of the room.

"I'm sorry, Mom. This problem is caused by a mistake I made. In order to make amends, I will help Mom find the whereabouts of Mala's mother's child until she meets" Siska said shortly after my car drove away from Mala's home.

"Thank God if you realize your mistake. But it's three in the afternoon. We'd better start Rayyan's search tomorrow. I also need to talk to my sister's husband" I said.

"Sorry, can I keep Mom's phone number?" Siska pulled her phone out of her sling bag.

I also recorded my number on the phone.

"I pinged, Mom. Whenever you need my help, I'm ready" she said. I responded with a faint smile on my lips.

A very exhausting day. After dropping off Lyra, I visited Maureen's sister at the LP, then met Mayra at the hospital. Continued by looking for Siska and ended by visiting the house of Mala maam who was welcomed friendly at first and ended expulsion. 

"It seems like you're busy today" said the mother as I was just sitting on the living room couch.

"What's the problem, son?" ask the curious mother.

"It turns out my guess is right. Rayyan's not Maureen and Fabian's full-sons."

"What do you mean, son?" Mom frowned.

"Sister Maureen made a confession if she paid a nurse to exchange her baby for another baby because her child was born disabled."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. What your brother did is over the line. How could she possibly think of swapping her baby for another baby? Has he lost his mind?"

"Sir Maureen has realized his mistake. He asked me to find where the baby was and give it back to his birth mother."

"This happened because of his own actions. Why are you bothering?"

I smile.

"However Maureen's sister is my brother. Her husband is busy with his own business. If I don't help him, who else?"

"Mom doesn't think what your heart is made of, son. After what Maureen did to you, you're still being nice to her, even helping to solve her problems" she said.

Our conversation came to a halt when Lyra suddenly came out of her room and ran up to me. Apparently my little girl just woke up from her nap.

"Mom's home yet?" tanyakanya.

"Just now, honey. Oh yeah, how was your school?" I lifted her tiny body and placed it on my lap.

"In my class there's mulid balu, ma'am."

"Oh, huh? A boy or a girl?"

"Male, his name is Alden. But Lyla doesn't like it."

"Why could that be?"

"Alden just picked a friend whose parents had a car."

"Leave it, the important thing is that Lyra do not discriminate friends. Make friends with anyone indiscriminately. Lyra knows what mom means?"

My little girl understood.

"Uphht. What's this smell?" sindirku.

"Lyla hasn't had a bath, ma'am," she said. He chuckles slowly.

"It's worth it that I smell wry."

I pretend to close my nose.

"Yes, Lyra took a bath with grandma. Let your mother rest." Mom took Lyra's hand and took her to the bathroom.

I just laid my body on my bed. I don't know why the drowsiness suddenly attacked me.

Suddenly I was in a vast field. No one was seen there. After a while of circulating my gaze, my eyes were fixed on some butterflies flying around a rose tree. It was not the butterfly that caught my attention, but the color of the flower that was so bright. If the roses are generally white or red, the flowers I see are orange. The feeling of wanting to pluck it so strongly overpowered me. I carefully picked the flower. Uh! Still my finger was pierced by his sharp thorn. 

"Aww!" The thorn of the rose tree was so sharp that it made one of my fingers bleed.

"Why you?" ask someone who has no idea where it came from.

"It's okay, just a small cut punctured by the thorns of a rose tree."

"Don't underestimate the small wounds. Where I see your hands."

I, who turned my back to the man, turned to him.

"You who? What are you doing here?" my many.

The man smiled.

"I was sent by God to treat your wounds" he said.

I also looked at the man's face.

"Zura .. wake up, son. Already adzan Maghrib."

The sound from outside my door kept me awake from this short sleep.

Apparently I just had a dream.

But, who is the man who came in my dream, and what did he mean earlier? Is this just a dream? Or …

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