My madam, my poison

Showdown

This morning I was in the production room. I want to monitor the extent of the production process of Muslim clothing ordered by Gibran.

"God willing, production is finished today, ma'am. All orders can be sent tomorrow" said Mira, one of the employees I appointed as head of production.

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to your cooperation and cohesiveness all completed according to schedule. God willing, if the payment is completed, I will give a bonus to all of you," I said, greeted by the smiles of 30 employees who were in the room.

"Okay, please get back to work." I left the room and went back to my house in the front. In the living room I saw my former mother-in-law sitting daydreaming in the living room.

"Mother, …"

It seems like my mother was unaware of my presence. He even slightly tiptoed as I gently touched his back.

"You .. Nduk."

"What are you thinking?" my many.

"What was mom's attitude toward Fabian yesterday outrageous? He came to apologize, but I ignored him."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Anyone who is needed badly by his biological child will feel sad, disappointed, even hurt. It's only natural that you feel that way.

"Mother misses the old Fabian. Fabian is loving to family, pious, and hardworking."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Milk, …"

"Yes, Mom."

"Is there no second chance for Fabian to fix your marriage?"

I'm speechless. Even though Fabian never once dropped a talaq on me, that doesn't mean I'll take it back easily. This heart has been broken, even broken. It was hard to make it back intact.

"I've forgiven Fabian. But to get back to her, I can't."

"See Fabian now. His life is ruined. What in the least do you not have compassion? Everyone makes mistakes, but they deserve a second chance. Bian is Lyra's real father. Doesn't your heart feel sliced every time the boy asks why his father doesn't live with us in this house?"

"Maybe now Lyra doesn't understand, but as time goes on, she'll definitely understand why her father didn't live with her" I said.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone from the front door.

"Lyra's home, honey. Where's grandma?"

"Grandma's still behind."

"Well, I'm left."

"Grandma's lali lama." Lyra chuckles.

"Tomorrow Don't repeat, dear."

"Yes, Mom. Sorry."

"Smart boy," I said, wiping his head wrapped in a hijab.

A few moments heard footsteps from the terrace.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the three of us simultaneously.

"Lyra, why is Grandma being left again?" his protest.

"Sorry, Grandma. Grandma tired, huh? Here's Lyra's incandescent." Lyra holding the hand of her mother lslu invited her to sit on the sofa. Like a professional masseuse, the pair of tiny hands began to move nimble at the mother's feet, down, then up, and so on for a few minutes until she finally said the word "finished!".

"Well, you're done for a second?" my protest.

"The incandescent was lapal, wanted to eat first," he said, which suddenly made our laughter explode.

"Oh yes, Mom. Shall forget."

Lyra took a piece of paper from inside her bag and gave it to me.

I also started reading it. Apparently the paper contained a notice of the student's recreational program.

"What is that, son?" ask mother.

"Letter notice of student recreation program."

"When?"

"Two Weeks again."

"Oh yeah, Lyla will be accompanied by dad too, right, Mom?" tanyanya.

"With mom alone it's okay, honey."

"But, Lyla wants to be accompanied by father too" whined Lyra.

"Every student should be accompanied by their parents?"

Every student who still has a complete parent must be accompanied by both, because the recreation is carried out in the framework of family days as well as celebrating school birthdays.

"Yes already, accompanied by mom and grandma yes, honey," persuaded mom.

"I want to be accompanied by my father. Safila, Shinta, Nana, must have taken her father."

"Lyra, you know, I'm busy working. So, accompanied by mom and grandma is okay, isn't it, honey?" the bujukku.

"Lyra's a good boy, smart and obedient. Lyra must have been according to mother's words" I said again. Finally my little daughter nodded in understanding.

"Yes, Lyra changed clothes and had lunch. Today's aunt cooked Lyra's favorite fried chicken" said the mother. He then took Lyra's hand and invited her into the room .

"Why are you doing that with Lyra?" ask my ex-mother-in-law.

"How's the work, ma'am?" I asked back.

"Lyra just wanted Fabian to accompany her at the school's recreation. It's just a small wish that's easy for you to follow. Why do you have to lie?"

"After being persuaded, Lyra will be accompanied by me and mother. Why is it that Mom's been fighting about it now?"

"You think. How much time together Fabian and Lyra had been wasted. Just one day Lyra asked for. Why do you have to object?"

I smiled wryly.

"Even if their time together is wasted, is it my fault? Who was the one who dumped me from the beginning? Me, or Fabian?"

"Fabian was wrong, why didn't you give him a chance to change? I'm sure Fabian already regretted his mistake and turned into a better person."

"Sorry, Miss Kinanti. It's not appropriate for me to talk to Zura." Mother who just came out of Lyra's room chimed in.

"Where is my fault? Every mother wants the best for her child, right?"

"By forcing Zura to return to accept Fabian, right?"

Mother Kinanti fell silent and lowered her head.

"Mother Kinanti should be grateful, not even demanding this much. After what Fabian did to Zura, he still cares about Mom. He even volunteered to invite her to stay at his house. If Zura wanted to, she could've let Mom stay in the nursing home forever, or not care about Mom at all" my real mom said.

"Why did Sabrina's mother talk about other issues? I just asked Zura to grant Lyra's request that Fabian be allowed to accompany Lyra at the school recreation, that's all."

"Did Mommy Kinanti forget? For many years Zura was able to live without Fabian. Zura had fought hard to survive. After Zura succeeded, Ibu Kinanti forced him to accept Fabian back. My daughter isn't that stupid, Mom."

"Sabrina's mother must have poisoned Zura's brain" said Bu Kinanti.

"Well, why did Mom accuse me of being a non-no. Zura's an adult, she must know what's best for her life."

"Say you'd rather have a rich daughter-in-law than Fabian, who's just a cafe waiter."

"The old woman does not know herself! The heart is beating!" exclaim mom.

Mother Kinanti smirked wryly.

"What is different about you? You used to throw out Zura, but in the end you became his burden too, right?"

"Did you forget? I'm her real mother. I deserve to live in this house. While you? Just a former mother-in-law. Is it still appropriate for a mother to live in the home of the woman her son has hurt?"

"I'd guess. You never liked my presence in this house. All right, I'm leaving this house!"

"Astaghfirullahaldzim, why are you so noisy?"

Kinanti's mother went into her room. Not long after he came out with his bag.

"Where are you going? Please don't go, ma'am," I said raucously.

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