My madam, my poison

PDKT

Despite trying so hard to remember the face of the woman I just saw at Lyra school, I couldn't remember it.

"Mother, watch!"

Walking while daydreaming, one of my feet fell into a hollow road in the water. My body also fell on the ground. Mr. Amin rushed out of the car and approached me.

"Mom's okay?" tanyakanya.

"It's okay, sir. Only my clothes were wet. Yeah, we're home now."

Lyra's little hand stretched out and took me in the car.

"Thank you, dear."

"How did you fall? Don't you see the road?" my mother said to us at home.

"So my mother walked while daydreaming" said Lyra.

"What are you thinking, Nduk?" My ex-mother-in-law chimed in.

"So there was one of the students who did naughty things. In addition to pushing Lyra, she also attached used gum to Lyra's uniform. I tried to talk to his mother. But he refused on the pretext of being busy and in a hurry."

"Lantas, what are you thinking?"

"It looks like I've met that woman but I don't know where. I keep trying to remember it. That's what made me less focused until I fell mired in a hollow road."

"Maybe that woman is your schoolmate or work buddy first" said the mother.

"No, Ma. I think he's way above me."

"Oh, don't think too much. Maybe his face is similar to the person you've seen. Now change your clothes, then we go to the production room" said the mother.

Arriving in the production room.

I circulated my gaze in the production room, but I could not find Rahma on her desk.

"Rahma didn't come in today, ma'am," said one of my employees, who also runs a sewing machine.

What happened to Rahma? He always gives me a reason why I don't go to work.

"Okay, continue your work."

"It is not usual that Rahma did not enter work without explanation. He just lives alone in his hostel. I'm afraid something happened to her" I said.

"You better call him now" said the mother.

I left the room and called the phone number of the girl who had been my neighbor when I was staying at the boarding house.

"The number you're going to is out of reach."

I called Rahma's phone number many times, that's all I heard.

"It looks like I have to go to the boarding house, my mind is not calm" I told my mother. He nodded in agreement.

"Where are you going?" lyra asked as she looked at me towards the courtyard.

"Mom's going to Auntie Rahma's place."

"Follow," whined.

"It's time for a nap, honey. Tomorrow I'll take Lyra to the park. Lyra's school's off, isn't it?"

"Your mother's right. Besides, if you come along, you will also sleep in the car. Grandma saw that you had been yawning all the time. Grandma's with Lyra taking a nap." My ex-mother-in-law chimed in.

"alright. But buy Lyla ice cream, ma'am."

"Yes, Honey. Later I buy your favorite mango-flavored ice cream," I said as I rubbed the bangs covering her forehead.

"I'll go first, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Careful, ma'am," said Lyra. I wave my hand before I get in the car.

"If I may know, who would you like to visit in that place?" ask Mr. Amin while driving my car.

"Name Rahma. He was once my neighbor when I lived in a boarding house."

"Ooh." Mr. Amin rounded his lips.

Not long after my phone rang. I don't know why my heart suddenly beats when I see the number on my phone screen. Gibran. Yeah, that name always makes me tick.

"Why not get picked up, ma'am?" Mr. Amin was astonished because I ignored the phone call.

"Ehm .. anu-anu, …"

"Surely the one who called Gibran. I don't want to answer because I'm struggling."

Uh! Mr. Amin is very smart to guess.

"Bu-bu-no sir. It's an unknown number. I am lazy to answer."

I pressed the red button which automatically made my phone stop ringing.

Just a few minutes later, my flat device rang again. I finally decided to answer the call.

[Assalamu'alaikum]

[Again busy? I took the phone off for a long time]

[In the car, we just sat down. You can't drive]

[Why call?]

[I just wanted to say thank you]

[Thank you for what?]

[Mother said earlier that you helped my mother to the clinic]

[I just did what I was supposed to do. Anyone in my position would do the same]

[As a thank you, I invite you and your family to dinner at my house tomorrow night]

[What?!]

I was so surprised I almost dropped my phone.

"Why, Mom?" asked Mr. Amin who suddenly looked at me who was sitting in the back seat.

"It's-it's okay, sir."

[Hello ... You're still there, right?]

[D-c-yes]

[How? Would you like to receive a dinner invitation from my mother?]

[I-I .. um ..]

[Mom will be disappointed if you refuse. That means you don't appreciate someone's good intentions]

[Ehm ... tomorrow night huh?]

[Why tomorrow night? Or do you want to go tonight and be alone with me?]

[Don't talk no-no]

[By the way when are you going to give me an answer? Or are you gonna surprise me at the show tomorrow night?]

[Lately I've had a lot of business, I haven't had time to think about it]

[But I'm still on your mind, right? Haha]

[We'll continue later. I have arrived]

[Wassalamu'alaikum, my future wife]

[Don't call me that]

[Yes, Wassalamu'alaikum, the future mother of my children]

I was silent for a moment.

[Absponding to that greeting is mandatory 'no?]

[Ofename.]

Clik. End conversation.

Hufht. I don't know why this guy always makes me this kind of heart gymnastics?

"Yes, …"

"Mother, …"

"Mother Azzura, …"

"I-i-iya, sir."

"Here's the hostel? We have arrived" said Mr. Amin.

Astarghfirullahaldzim aposchich. I must be daydreaming again.

"Yes, sir."

I looked out of the car. Not usually this hostel is crowded like this. Wait, why are there cops too? Suddenly, this feeling was uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Miss. What's the matter?" I asked Ms. Lenny who was right at the gate.

"Rahma, Ma'am .. Rahma."

"Yes. What happened to Rahma?" my many.

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