My madam, my poison
The door of the heart is closed to you
Next morning.
"We went to the tomb first, Mom," I said to my former mother-in-law as my mother and I were preparing to leave the house.
"Who's gonna pick up Lyra?"
"Bi Ami's gonna pick her up."
"Alright, be careful."
"Assalamu'alaikum."
My mother and I left the living room and headed to the yard. As usual early in the morning, when I was about to leave the house, the four-wheeled white already looked shiny.
"We go to the tomb, sir," I said to Mr. Amin who had opened the car door for me.
"Sorry, if I may know which city to go to, ma'am?"
"Cambodian Public Funeral Site 2. Mr. Amin knows, right?"
"I heard at the TPU it was being repaired. The funeral was closed for a week. This is because many tombs are damaged because of the impact of old banyan trees in the cemetery area," explained Mr. Amin.
"Oh, so yeah."
"Yes, Mom. I got information from my friend. It just so happened that he worked as a caretaker there."
"How, Ma?" ask my mother.
"Yes, how else. We're forced to postpone the pilgrimage to your father's grave until it's reopened."
"Yes, now Mr. Amin take me to the cafe "Rainbow" only."
"Would you like to see that guy again?" seducer mr. Amin.
"No, sir. I want to see my old friend who works there."
"Oh, I guess you want to see that guy again."
"Let's go now." I pulled the handle of the door and got in the car.
Arriving at the cafe.
"Can we talk for a second?" I said to Fabian who was busy cleaning the cafe table.
Fabian circulated his gaze around the room.
"Where's your new boyfriend?" tanyakanya.
"Which new girlfriend?" I asked back.
"No need to pretend. Now you are a successful entrepreneur. It's easy for you to find a new boyfriend or a new partner."
"My purpose for coming to this place wasn't to talk about it."
"Want to?"
"I want to talk about Rayyan."
"Why are you suddenly talking about Rayyan?"
"Now I know the reason why it's so easy for you to give Rayyan to someone else to take care of her. Rayyan's not your real son, is she?"
"Don't talk carelessly."
"Sir Maureen herself made the admission that she paid the nurse to exchange your baby for another baby born on the same day. Are you involved in this incident?"
"wait. Who's Maureen? Why did you suddenly mention that name?"
"The woman we all know as Karmila turned out to be my biological sister who had disappeared."
"As you know, the man you hit was not her husband. He's just the guy Maureen paid to crash himself in your car and pretend to be dead. The message from her pretended husband is what finally served as an excuse for you to marry her."
"absolutely outrageous. We both became victims of his lies. Because of him our household is falling apart."
I grinned wryly.
"The destruction of a household is not only the fault of the third person, but also because one partner cannot keep his heart."
"If only I could turn the clock around, I would choose not to meet Karmila or the Maureen" Fabian said.
"There is no point in blaming time. What happened will never come back."
"Nasi may have become a porridge. But that doesn't mean it can't be fixed. By adding other ingredients, porridge can even taste more delicious than rice."
Suddenly Fabian looked me in the eye.
What the fuck? No matter how hard I tried to seduce him, I would never want to take him back. He must know the price he must pay for treason.
"Back to Rayyan's problem."
I quickly took my hand away before she grabbed it.
"Zura, .. I want us to fix everything."
"Do you know where the cab driver's house you asked to babysit Rayyan?" I deliberately switched the conversation.
"Zura, listen to me first."
"What's the name of the taxi driver?"
"Zura, .. please. Give me a chance."
"What is the name of the taxi driver? I need to find Rayyan. Her real mother demanded that I find her immediately or that she would never let Saddam come back to you."
"Saddam's?"
"Yes. The mother who took care of your biological child gave him the name Saddam."
"How can you find out the truth about my son and the mother who took care of him?"
"God always eases His servant's good intentions."
"I'm really sorry about what happened between us. I want to, …"
"Fabian Joseph! I ask again. What's the name of the cab driver, and where's his address!" I raised my voice until I made a few pairs of eyes that were in the room turn towards us.
"The name is Sumarno. The house is not far from the terminal."
"Okay, thank you. Assalamu'alaikum" I said as it passed from before him.
"Zura's! Waitaminute! I'm not done talking!" scream Fabian.
"I swear the door of this heart is closed to you" I murmured.
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