My madam, my poison

Meeting without planning

This morning I was accompanied by Mr. Amin to deliver Muslim clothes ordered by one of my convection customers. The drive from my house to the store was about an hour.

"Alhamdulillah yes Ma'am. The more days the customer convection Mother more and more," said Mr. Amin while driving my car.

"Alhamdulillah. This is thanks to Mr. Amin's do'a as well" I said.

"Oh yes, Mom. I am still curious where the whereabouts of the biological son of Mala. I'm sure the boy is still alive."

"Nobody knows where Rayyan is. Almost all residents said that Mr. Sumarno and his family were killed in the earthquake."

"If you can't find Rayyan, does that mean Mala won't hand Saddam over to Fabian and Maureen?"

"Eitherway. Although it is not easy and deadlocked I will not give up. Saddam or Rayyan had to meet their own parents.

"May God ease Mother's good intentions."

"Aamiin's."

"Stop, sir."

"Why did you tell me to stop?"

"I just saw that ornamental flower stall." I pointed my index finger out of the car.

"Maybe the shop is new."

I got out of the car and approached the stall. Maski is still fairly early in the morning, the ornamental flower stall has been seen crowded by visitors.

"Good morning, Mom. Can I help you?" greet the man who is most likely the owner of the stall.

"I just saw this stall."

"Yes, Mom. I've only been selling for three days at this stall."

I also walked around the not-so-extensive stall. Of the hundreds of ornamental flowers, my choice fell on a bonsai tree.

"It looks like this plant is suitable to be placed in the living room" I thought.

I was just about to grab the bonsai tree but at the same time someone was trying to grab it.

"Mom wants this plant too?" my many.

"Yes. I don't have this plant yet."

"Sorry, Sir. Are there any other bonsai trees?" ask the kiosk owner.

"Sorry, Mom. The bonsai tree in my stall is only one pot left."

"Yes, it's okay. You just take it. Let me choose another type of plant" said the curly-haired woman.

"Oh, Mom's the one who took it. I can choose another plant."

"All right then, thank you."

I nodded my head while smiling.

The woman I didn't know her name was paying for the plant she had just bought to the stall owner.

Just leaving the stall, the woman suddenly grabbed her stomach while she was still in pain.

"Mother why?" my question is to approach him.

"My stomach hurts a lot."

"Mom alone?" my many.

"I was with my house assistant. Now he is shopping at the market. Pain ... aww!" his screeches.

"It seems not far from this kiosk there is a clinic. You better go there," said the kiosk owner.

"Who is this mother?" Mr. Amin was astonished to see me driving a woman towards the car.

"Mother is suddenly sick to her stomach. We need to get him to the clinic."

"But, Mum. These clothes are awaited by the customer. We're gonna be late if we have to take this mother for treatment."

I smile.

"It's okay, sir. Let that be my business. Most importantly, now we're taking this mother to the clinic to get help right away."

"Good, Mom. Let's go for it." Mr. Amin opened the back door of the car.

Arriving at the clinic.

"How many days have you had complaints of stomach pain?" ask the doctor before checking.

"It's been a while, Doc. Aww! It hurts so bad it feels like squeezing."

"Okay, let me check."

The doctor walked into the examination room followed by the woman I didn't know her name behind her.

"What happened to me, Doc? I'm fine, aren't I?"

The doctor breathed.

"From the results of the examination, I found a symptom of a disease. But for more details, you should check yourself into the hospital. The equipment there is more complete, so the results of the examination will be more accurate," he explained.

"A-a-pa, Doc? I have a disease? What is my pain? Is the disease dangerous and can lead to death?"

"I'm sorry, I can't explain it in detail because this is just my guess. For more details, you can check yourself into the hospital. I'll give Mom some pain medication."

"Yes Allah. What if I have a dangerous disease? And what if I die? I was afraid" said the woman in a trembling voice.

"Mother need not fear, all will be well," comforted me.

"Both of my sons are unmarried. What if God suddenly took my life? I'm scared."

"Surely, everything that lives on this earth is a deposit, when the time comes, the deposit will be taken back by its owner, Allah subhanallahu wata'ala. We as human beings can only live out every record of destiny that God has laid out when we were only four months old in our mother's womb."

"Thank you, son. Now my heart is a little bit bigger. Whatever the results of the examination from the hospital later, God willing I will accept it with sincerity."

Suddenly a middle-aged woman entered the room.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you?" he asked with a panicked face.

"It's okay, Mbok. At the stall, I suddenly had a stomachache. Fortunately, there was this doctor who took me for treatment."

"Thank you for helping the lady" said the woman.

"Together, Mom. As fellow human beings we should help each other" I said.

Wait for. I think I've met this mother. But when and where? After a few moments of observing the woman's face, I finally remembered her.

"Mbok Marni?"

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