My madam, my poison

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The man who had just entered the room turned out to be Mr. Irwan, the dean of this campus.

"I-I can explain, sir. It's not what you see" Darren said.

"Everything is clear. I saw with my own eyes Mr. Darren and this student doing mes*m in this room."

"It's not so, sir. I-i, …"

"We're sorry, sir. We're just getting carried away" Widya cut.

"Widya, Quiet!" darren Bengpak.

"Who's your name?" ask Mr. Irwan to Widya.

"Widya, sir," he replied with a bowed face.

"About just the two of you, you think you can be free to do anything in this room?"

"No, Sir. By Allah we do nothing" Darren argued.

"Don't bring God's name. What I saw was enough to determine what attitude I should take. Sorry, Mr. Darren. It is with great regret that I have to say that today is the last day you teach at this campus" Irwan said.

"I beg you to reconsider your decision."

"Sorry, Sir. The university only employs moral teachers" said the man with the thick mustache.

"Mr misunderstood. We don't have any relationship and we don't do anything in this room."

"Me and Mr. Darren love each other." Widya is back.

"Widy! Enough's enough!" darren Bengpak.

"Widy. You will also get a penalty from the campus. You I was suspended for a month" said Mr. Irwan.

"But, Sir. I-i, …"

"Good afternoon."

Mr. Irwan turned his body and left the room.

"You're satisfied now!" exclamation Darren.

"Mr don't have to teach anymore. If you want, you can divorce your wife and marry me and then work in my father's company."

"Widy. Get out of this room!" 

"I love my Father."

"Get out!" 

This time Darren kicked the table hard enough to make Widya tiptoe. He had no choice but to leave the room and enter his classroom.

"Where are you from, Wid?" asked Monica, Widya's best friend who was sitting right behind her stool.

"From the toilet."

*****

Darren went home.

"Well, how come you're home, Mom?" ask Fatimah who is cooking in the kitchen.

"Ehm-ehm, mas suddenly dizzy. So permission doesn't teach."

"Sickness?" 

"Maybe I'm exhausted."

"Yes already. Just take a break in the room."

Darren left the kitchen and walked into the room.

"Those flirtatious sororities I have to lose my job" he grumbled.

Darren had just laid down his body on the third bed and suddenly his phone rang. Widya's name is on her phone screen. Of course Darren ignored the call that he thought was unimportant. He left until the phone stopped ringing. But only a few moments later his phone rang again. Darren was forced to answer the call.

[Hello, Mr. Darren]

[What else did you call me?]

[I-I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean, ..]

[That's it. Don't bother me anymore! Because of your actions I lost my job!]

[Father just say it to me. He divorced my father's wife and married me. I guarantee you can get a high position in my father's company.]

[Truly you're out of your mind. Look, I would never leave my wife just for an immoral girl like you!]

[Father who has made me insane. I really love my Father.]

[Love is never wrong. I will not give up on getting your love.]

[You're completely insane!]

"Who's crazy, Mom? Who are you chatting with?"

Darren gasped in surprise when Fatimah suddenly entered the room.

"Ehm, ti-ti-no. It was a misaligned number," Darren replied a little nervously.

Lucky Fatimah believes.

"Evening is ready."

"Later, we pray Maghrib congregation first," said Darren. Fatimah agreed. The two then moved from the room to the mosque behind the kitchen room.

Meanwhile, at Karmila's house.

Karmila had just finished preparing dinner on the dining table. That night he deliberately cooked a little more because he was about to invite Fabian to dinner with him. She even dressed up as beautiful as possible to attract the attention of the man.

Karmila took her phone to contact Fabian.

[Hello, Mom]

[Yes. What's up?]

[I'd like to invite Mas to dinner at my house. Can you come now?]

[Sorry, I can't.]

[Why?]

[Now I am in the hospital]

[Geez! Mas sick?]

[Mother treated after surgery.]

[So you can't come?]

[Can't. I have to take care of my mother]

[Why was mom taken to the hospital? Didn't you ask the masseuse to come home this morning?]

[Azzura brought mom here without my permission. Even she took her own decision to approve the mother's operation]

[Bak Zura, is that it? I think she's the wife the husband thinks she is. But he liked to argue. Where is Zura now?]

[Zura's at home with Lyra. Healthy children are not allowed to visit the hospital.]

[So, are you alone looking after mom?]

[Yes. You know, I'm my only mother's son.]

[I'm with ya.]

[No need. You're at home. Staying in the hospital is uncomfortable. There is only one sofa.]

[No problem. I don't mind even having to sleep on one sofa with Mas. (a giggling sound)]

[You could have.]

[I was given, right, nemenin Mas?]

[Can you?]

[If I don't want to snack. You don't give me rations for a month]

[Eittsw. I can't do it dong. Yes, you can nemenin mas here.]

[Oh yeah, has she had dinner?]

[Not yet. I can't leave my mother alone]

[Yes already. I'll bring my favorite food. I happen to cook a lot. Wait for me, Mom]

Call disconnected.

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