My madam, my poison

They change?

"Sorry, Mom. I know less. Excuse me."

Both of them passed from before me.

I was about to step foot into the supermarket, and Lyra suddenly pulled my hand.

"That's dad, Mom," he said, pointing his index finger at a man who had just walked out of the empty shophouse.

"Dad!" shout Lyra.

That man was Fabian. What's he doing in that empty shophouse? Or is he the owner of the convection?

"Dad!" Once again Lyra shouted to her father's name. It should have been a loud enough cry that was able to be heard by him. However, my ex-husband just glanced at us and then threw away his face. He took his cell phone and went back inside the shop.

"Why are you quiet, Mom?" ask Lyra.

Bemoan. That's how I feel right now. Why did Fabian's attitude towards his biological daughter turn cold like this? And what made him change?

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Maybe your father's busy, honey. So don't hear you call her," comfort me trying to encourage her.

"Lyra, so you want to buy some snacks?" I deliberately diverted the conversation.

The little girl nodded her head.

I took Lyra's hand and took her to the supermarket.

I just pulled one of the doorknobs. At the same time the other door opened.

"grandmother?"

"L-I-Mom."

My hand was outstretched intending to regret it. But he actually moved the plastic that had been carried with his left hand to his right hand.

"Grandmother didn't bring it? Bial Lyla help." Lyra was about to take over one of the plastic bags from her mother's hand, but she brushed it off.

"No need!" his jolt.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. This Lyra means well, why are you being so rude?" my protest.

I saw my daughter's eyes glaze over.

Before her crying broke I rushed to carry her.

"I'm busy!"

My ex-mother-in-law just wavers from in front of us. I was only able to stroke his chest with his attitude.

Not only Fabian, Kinanti's mother turned indifferent to us.

"What's our fault?" muttered.

After buying snacks at the supermarket, we went straight home.

"Lyra keep this snack in the bag, baby."

"Yes, Mom."

Lyra went into her room.

"What's wrong with you, son?" it seemed to be thinking of something" said the mother, sitting beside me.

"So I met Fabian and his mother."

"Want to?"

"They changed."

"Change how?"

"Fabian ignored Lyra. His mother also snapped at Lyra even though Lyra only wanted to help with the groceries of Kinanti's mother."

"Oh, don't think too much. Maybe they're jealous of your success now."

"Oh yes, Mom. I heard from someone that in the shophouse near the supermarket it would open a convection. I saw Fabian was in that place. Is he probably the owner of the convection?"

"What is the salary of a cafe waiter? Where might he be able to open. convection," mother murmured.

"Then, what was he doing in that shophouse?"

"Maybe he quit his job and moved to the convection."

"Maybe."

"Oh yeah, tomorrow I'll accompany Lyra to the recreation, right?" my many.

"God willing."

"Yes, I'm taking a shower."

I left the living room and went into my room.

I had just finished performing the Maghrib prayer, and suddenly I heard Isak crying Lyra from the direction of her room.

"Lyra why are you crying, honey?" my many.

"Dad doesn't love Lyla anymore."

"There is no parent who does not love his child."

"Lyla's friends tomorrow are accompanied by her father and mother. But Lyla's dad .. hu .. hu…"

"Why should Lyra be sad? There's a mother, there's a grandmother, too" comfort me.

"But, Lyla wants to be with me. Hu ... hu .. hu…"

"Lyra look in the mirror" I said, making her cry stop.

"What's in the mirror?"

"The beauty of Lyra is that she disappears when she cries. If Lyra's eyes are swollen tomorrow must be ridiculed by Lyra's friends. Does Lyra want to?"

Lyra quickly wiped her tears.

"Lyla won't have her eyes swollen."

Suddenly a distinctive sound came from inside Lyra's stomach.

My little princess nodded her head.

"Yes, we eat first."

I carried my daughter's body and took her to the dining room.

Next day.

Lyra and I are ready to go. But from that moment, my mother did not come out of her room.

"Where's the granny, Mom?" ask Lyra.

"Grandma's getting ready, let's just wait."

Not coming out, I finally decided to go to his room.

"Mom's ready yet?" ask me from outside the door.

There's no answer.

"Mother ... Are you still sleeping?" ask again.

There is still no lawfulness.

I finally opened the door to the room.

Wonder. I did not find my mother on her bed.

"Where's mom?" muttered.

Suddenly I heard someone groaning from the bathroom.

"Amu .. Zura …"

I accelerated my steps toward the source of the voice. I was shocked to see my mother lying face down on the bathroom floor.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Mama!" my peek.

"Bi! Bi Ami's! Help me!" my yelling.

Not long after that the middle-aged woman appeared.

"Yes Allah. Why's Sabrina, Mom?!"

"Eitherway. I found my mother in this position."

With the help of bi Ami, I lifted my mother's body out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed. I quickly cleaned the wound on his forehead with alcohol and gave him the wound medicine.

"What's going on, Mom?" my many.

"Mother slipped and mother's forehead hit the wall."

"We're going to the hospital now, ma'am."

"No need, son. You and Lyra are leaving now. You'll be left behind by the bus."

"I can't leave Mom in this situation" I said.

"At home there is bi Ami and Pak Amin. If there's anything, I can ask them for help."

"Grandmother why?" ask Lyra who just showed up in mom's room.

"Grandma fell in the bathroom, honey."

"Grandma's okay. Already, Lyra and mom are leaving. You guys must have been waiting for."

"Grandma's sick, Lyla just hang out."

"Grandma's okay, honey. You guys just leave now."

Mom just got out of bed. Suddenly he held his head. "Oh God! Why is everything so dark?"

A second later the body collapsed back on the bed.

"Bi, tell Mr. Amin, get the car ready now. We're taking mom to the hospital" I said in a trembling voice.

"Lyra at home with Aunt Ami. Mom took Grandma to the hospital" I said.

My little princess nodded in understanding.

"Mom's sorry, today can't accompany Lyra on a picnic" I said.

"It's okay, Mom." Lyra tried to smile even though I saw sadness in her eyes.

Arriving at the hospital.

"How's my mom doing, Doc?" ask the doctor shortly after the mother is examined.

"Nothing to worry about. The patient only has external injuries. But his condition is still quite weak. My advice is for patients to stay here until tomorrow morning" explained the doctor.

"All right, Doc."

I breathe a sigh of relief because mom is fine. Although in this small heart I feel sad because today I failed to follow the recreation held Lyra school.

Astaghfirullahaldzim, why should I be sad? Is not everything that happens on this earth by His will? Forgive me for my servant Rabb …

By noon.

I'm going to buy mineral water in the hospital canteen. It just so happened that the television in the room was airing a news broadcast.

"Viewers, a few minutes ago there had been an accident at the railway crossing. A tourist bus containing dozens of students and guardians of a kindergarten was dragged by a train for up to one kilometer. It is not yet known how many people have died."

I ventured to look at the television screen. My joints were suddenly stretched out when I saw the show on the television screen.

"Allahuacbar! Astarghfirullah!"

my peek.

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