My madam, my poison

Good bye

"Rahma why, Miss?" my insistence.

"An hour ago I found Rahma dead in her room."

My world collapsed instantly. I can hardly believe what I just heard. Rahma, the jolly girl whom I had considered to be my own sister, is now gone. Am I dreaming? Or is this just a joke?

"Died, Miss? T-t-but, ... what caused Rahma to die? A few days ago he was still working at my place" I said.

"I don't understand, Ma'am. At first I went to his kamat kost to collect room rent. I think Rahma has gone to work. But I wonder why he didn't turn off the porch lights. I finally knocked on his door and called out his name. But there's no answer. I peered inside through the ventilation hole. I was surprised to find Rahma lying on the floor. I was more worried because Rahma never woke up even though I had asked residents for help to bang on the door of her room. I finally asked people to break down the door. What happened was hard for me to believe. Rahma did not faint, but died" said Ms. Leni at length.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

Suddenly my joints felt weak so that my feet could not support my own body. I let both my knees fall on the ground.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim .. Astaghfirullahaldzim …

Astaghfirullah …

Istighfar's words were unceasingly spoken from these lips. Rahma has really left. I'll never see her again until anytime.

"What caused Rahma to die, sir?" ask me after I have mastered myself.

"The cause of Rahma's death is still being investigated. However, we did not find any traces of violence or abuse on the bodies of the victims. Most likely Rahma's brother died of illness. We found a bottle of painkillers on the table" police said.

Rahma's sick? Why hasn't he told me all this time? Or was he purposely harboring it himself for not wanting to make others worry?

"Sorry, may I know what kind of medicine you found in Rahma's room?" ask again.

"We are still investigating what kind of drugs the victim was taking. But when viewed from the picture shown on the bottle of the drug, the victim suffered from a disease in the stomach."

I screamed hysterically as the body bag carrying Rahma's body flashed right in front of me. I tried to grab the body but Ms. Leny was against me.

"Rahmas! Rahma!" my peek.

I really can't control myself anymore. I took off the hand of Leny who had been holding both of my arms. I also grabbed a body that is now stiff.

"Sorry, Mom. We must immediately take the victim to the hospital to find out the exact cause of death" said one ambulance officer.

"Rahmas! Rahma!" I felt someone pull on my arm before my eyes finally started to blur until everything finally looked completely dark.

I don't know how long I've been unconscious. The first face I saw when I opened my eyes was my face.

"Alhamdulillah .. You are aware, son. Drink the warm tea first." I threw a glass of warm tea at me.

It took me a while before I remembered what happened to me. My tears broke again when I remembered Rahma had died in her dorm room.

"Rahma, Ma'am, Rahma, …"

"Yes, Son. Mr. Amin has told me everything."

"Mothers. Hu ... hu .. hu .. lyla fear."

Lyra who had been in my mother's arms suddenly burst into my arms.

"Mom's okay, honey," I said as I peeked at the top of her head.

"Lyra was terrified when Mr. Amin brought you home unconscious." My mother-in-law chimed in.

"What happened to Rahma, son?"

"Rahma was found dead in her room. Police found a stomach disease cure on the table. It is most likely that the disease was the cause of his death."

"Auntie Lahma why, Mom?" asked Lyra with her innocent eyes.

"Auntie Rahma has gone to God, dear."

"So, Auntie Lahma didn't pick up Lahma at school again?"

"No, Honey. Auntie Lahma was calm on God's side" I explained. Fortunately Lyra understood my words well enough.

"Sir Amen."

"Yes, Mom."

"Please call one of the employees in the production department whose desk is closest to Rahma's desk."

"Good, Mom."

"Sit down, there's a little I want to ask you" I said. The girl nodded in understanding.

"Did Rahma ever complain of pain?" ask me to start a conversation.

"Rahma never said she was sick. He was always the most passionate employee when Mom asked us to work overtime. Rahma is diligently saving to buy a motorcycle," said Vivi.

Yep. In my eyes Rahma always looks cheerful. He was so good at hiding his sadness that

even in the last days leading up to his departure, I didn't get any inkling of him. Happy Rahma road. Until whenever you will be my sister.

*****

Day later.

"Yes, …"

"Yes, son."

"Anu .. anu."

"Anu-anu what? What are you talking about?"

Mother who was reading the magazine in the living room also put the magazine she was reading, she then turned to look at me.

"Ehm .. anu-anu, dinner."

"Eat dinner? It's even eleven o'clock."

"I mean-I mean tonight."

"Gosh, Zura. What are you doing? Dinner tonight."

I cursed myself. Why should I panic like this? Relax, Zura.

"Ehm .. I don't mean dinner in this house."

"Oh, you want to take mom out to dinner, don't you? Talking is hard."

"Bu-bu-no, ma'am."

"Want to?"

"Ehm .. anu-anu Gibran invited our family to dinner at his house tomorrow night."

"Well?!"

"So, Mom's panicking."

"Mother wasn't panicking, just surprised why Gibran suddenly invited us to dinner at his house. Don't-don't, …"

"Don't what, Mom?"

"Don't let him propose to you and talk about your marriage."

"No, ma'am. Actually it was his mother who invited us to dinner."

"Ehm! So the story has met the prospective in-laws," mother seductive tease makes me misbehave.

"So, yesterday while at the flower stall I met a woman who suddenly had a stomachache. I took him to the clinic. I just found out that the woman is Gibran's mother after recognizing the housekeeper he was with" I said.

"Maybe your future mother-in-law is amazed by your kindness. So he wants to raise you as his son-in-law" said the mother.

A daughter-in-law? Does this mean Gibran is really going to be my husband? Why am I suddenly so cold?

Connect …

Hi, Sis. Also visited my new novel: yuk:

"THE TOMBOY'S CARETAKER THE THIEF'S HEART"

Also give likes, positive comments, fav, and gifts. No matter how little your support will mean a lot to Author.

Happy reading 🥰 🥰🥰🥰