My madam, my poison

Wisdom behind the disaster

The television broadcast was still airing the events of the accident that occurred at the railway crossing. Judging from the crispy bus, it is certain that not a few casualties have fallen.

I grabbed my phone. With trembling hands and body, I tried to contact one of the teachers at the kindergarten where Lyra was attending school. The connecting tone was heard, but my call was ignored.

From the teacher, I tried calling one of the student guardians numbers. My call was ignored.

"Yes Rabb, protect them" I said.

After buying mineral water, I left the canteen and returned to my mother's treatment room.

The commotion outside the room forced me to check it out. Apparently the commotion came from a group of patients who had just arrived at this hospital. Not just one or two, but dozens. Screams of pain rang out along the hallway. If heard from his voice, it seemed like a child's voice. Not wrong again, the patient was the victim of a tourist bus accident that had not long aired on television screens.

One by one I began to observe the faces of parents who were behind the patient's trolly. Miss Sarah, Miss Lina, Miss Sekar? Astarghfirullahaldzim aposchich. Aren't they all guardians of Lyra's classmates?

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Sarah," I said.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ms. Zura," she said in between her sobs.

"I'm sorry, what's going on, Mom?"

"The bus of our children's school picnic had an accident, ma'am" he said in a trembling voice.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji. What about the passengers?"

"Nina my daughter .. hu .. hu .. hu.Nina did not survive."

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

"We'll excuse you, ma'am," said the man who had earlier grabbed Sarah's shoulder. Both of them passed from before me.

Trolly contains dead and injured patients continue to arrive. Until finally I was informed if the accident that occurred at the railway crossing killed five parents and fifteen students including the driver and his kernet. Witnesses say the accident caused the driver to control the bus at high speed. But when half the bus body crosses the tracks, at the same time the train passes. Accidents are inevitable.

Suddenly my attention was on a woman sitting languidly on the hospital floor crying as she pleased. No doubt, that woman is Alden's mother.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said.

"Alden ... Mr. hu .. hu .. hu.. hu.." lamented.

"Sorry, how's your son doing?"

"Alden and his father died. Hu .. hu .. hu …"

I tried to calm the woman I didn't know her name by rubbing her back.

"Patience, Mom. These are all tests" I said.

"While it's not my son, I love Alden so much."

I looked at the woman's face. And yes, now I remember. This face I saw a few years ago when the taxi I was riding was hit by a sedan. I also remember the woman who used to sit next to the steering bench holding a baby boy who was so similar to Rayyan. Does this mean that Alden is Rayyan?

"So, Alden's not Mom's real son?" my many.

The curly-haired woman shook her head weakly.

"My husband and I have been married for decades, but God has not given us any children. Until one day my husband brought home a baby who was not even two months old. The baby boy and we named him Alden."

Again the woman shook her head.

"Want to?"

"My husband saved the baby from the rubble of the building because of the earthquake. All his family members died. If I don't remember the name of the owner of the house, Mr. Sumarno. One of the cab drivers in my husband's company."

"Oh God." I smothered my mouth with one of my hands. So right, Alden is Rayyan. Mala's biological son who was exchanged for Maureen with Saddam.

"Why are you so surprised?" ask the woman.

"Actually I've been searching for Rayyan's whereabouts long enough."

"Rayyan?"

"The baby boy my husband saved was Rayyan. Due to circumstances, my brother's husband was forced to leave it to a taxi driver named Mr. Sumarno."

"God! Ja-ja-di, that Alden is Mom's nephew?"

I shook my head slowly.

"Rayyan is not my brother's son."

"What do you mean by mother?"

"Because the baby was born disabled, my sister made a big mistake by swapping Rayyan for another baby."

"Has Mom lost her mind? How could she think of exchanging her own baby."

"My brother has realized his mistake. He intends to find Rayyan's whereabouts and hand her back to her biological parents. My sister promised to accept and take care of Saddam."

"Everything's too late. Rayyan or Alden are gone. He will never meet his biological parents" the woman said.

"That's what fate is, it's hard to guess" I said.

"Mother is lucky not to attend school recreation today. If Mom comes along, it could be that Mom and Mom's family will have the same fate as what I've experienced."

"I canceled the recreation at Lyra school because my mother had a fall in the bathroom. This morning I took him to this hospital."

The woman smiled.

"It turns out, there is always wisdom behind the disaster," said the woman.

What about Mala's mom? Should I be honest if her biological son is dead?

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