My madam, my poison

The bloodless

"Can I ask you again to take care of Lyra, ma'am?" I said to my nearest neighbor, Mama Murni. Of course I've been bathing Lyra. Not to forget I also have prepared a large bottle containing my milk for my daughter just way it.

"Bak Zura is going to the hospital?" ask Murni. 

"Yes, Mom. I can't possibly take Lyra to the hospital" I replied. The smiling woman nodded in understanding.

"Sorry, Mom, it's a hassle."

"No, ma'am. Our neighbors should help each other. I have wanted the presence of children for so long. I can feel my own happiness with Lyra."

"Don't be fussy, it's just mom, '" I said as I peeked at Lyra's forehead.

"Be careful, Ma'am."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

I left the courtyard of Murni's house and came out of the residential complex where I lived. 

"Where is Azzurra going this early in the morning?" greet Mr. Ahmad, security guard at the guard post.

"I'm going to the hospital, sir."

"Well, who's sick?" 

"My mother-in-law."

"Since when was he treated?" 

"Since yesterday morning, sir."

"Oh, last Sunday my allotment was the night shift. I just got my morning shift starting today."

"Come, sir."

"Be careful, Mom. Give my regards to Bu Kinanti. May he recover soon."

"Good, Sir. Thank ye. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Mr hospital, sir," I told the taxi driver. 

"Good, Mom."

Arriving at the hospital.

I rushed to the mother's treatment room. Honestly, I was curious about the figure of Melly that was told by Pure Ma'am. Who's Melly? Is he the same person as Mila? Or is there another Mila-Mila behind me?

"Astaghfirullah."

I quickly dismissed the bad thoughts that had crossed my head. Without feeling I was already right in front of the mother's treatment room. VIP Carnation Room. I did ask the doctor to put my mother-in-law in the most expensive room in this hospital because I wanted her to get the best treatment. I don't care even if my savings will be drained for this.

I took a deep breath from my nose and breathed it through my mouth. Really, this feeling was as tense as when I was about to give birth to Lyra first.

I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed it. Did I not see wrong? I was alone in this room. So where is Fabian? Why would she leave her mother in this room alone?

I closed the door of the room. That's when my mother woke up.

"Sorry, wake you up."

Suddenly netraku caught a two-stacking bushel that was near the trash can. I know that thing very well. The rantang contains dinner for Fabian mas which I left last night for Pure Ma'am. Why is this bushel on the floor near the dumpster?

I walked over to the light green bushel and checked the contents. Thankfully, this bushel is empty which means Fabian ate up my dinner. Wait up! My nose smells bad from the trash can in this room. It smells like stale peanut sauce. To answer my curiosity, I stepped on the bottom of the small trash can until the lid opened and showed the contents inside.

Astarghfirullah's. The unpleasant smell was apparently capcay with its nut sauce. For the first time Fabian threw away the food I cooked with my hand. Why are you this long, my dear? Do I no longer mean anything to you? Didn't you yourself say that my cooking is the most delicious in the world?

I closed my eyes, I just let the warm circles drip and wet my cheeks. Yes, but not bleeding.

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