My madam, my poison

Return of Maureen

Next morning.

"I'm sorry, son. Because you fell in the bathroom, you failed to follow the recreation" said the mother.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Mom doesn't have to blame yourself. Besides, there's wisdom behind the disaster that happened to Mom."

"What do you mean, son?"

"The tourism bus containing the group of students and the guardians of Lyra's school students had an accident."

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

"Many students and parents have died. If only me and Lyra were to follow the recreational activities, it is not impossible that we also experienced bad things," I said.

"May they get a decent place by His side."

"Aamiin's."

"I've taken care of the administration. Now you can go home, too" I said.

Mother nodded in understanding.

Arriving at home.

"Where's Lyra, Bi?" I asked bi Ami.

"Lyra's still in her room, Mom. She doesn't want aunt to take breakfast. Thank God, Miss Sabrina is home."

"Alhamdulillah, Bi. I only had external injuries. That's why the doctor let her go home this morning."

After driving her into her room, I went to Lyra's room.

"Lyra's still asleep?" my many.

Lyra pulled out her blanket and moved from her bed.

"Say school aunty today libul. What's the matter, Mom? It's Monday, he said.

Of course, that question is hard enough for me to answer. However, Lyra should also know the reason why her school was closed.

"Lyra's school is closed because Lyra's friends are sick."

"Lyla's friends were on a picnic, why did they get sick?"

That's my daughter. He was always curious about many things. Not infrequently I have trouble finding answers to complicated questions.

"Ehm .. Look, honey. The bus that Lyra's comrades were on had an accident. There were some wounded Lyra friends. I hope Lyra is not surprised if when she enters school later Lyra does not meet again with some of Lyra's friends," I explained.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask again.

"They've been facing God, dear."

"In the sulga, huh, Mom?" ask Lyra.

I nodded my head in response.

Thank God Lyra understood my words.

"So, Lyla's friends are in the hospital, are you, Mom?"

"Really, Honey. Some of your friends are still hospitalized."

"Tomorrow if Lyla's friend has come home, Lyla can't see? Said the mother gulu, if there is a friend who is ill we look at."

"Can, Honey. Tomorrow I'm with Lyla."

"Grandma's home, Mom?" 

"Already, Honey. Grandma just went into her room."

"Lyla meet grandma first, Mom."

The little girl moved out of her room and into my mother's room.

The clock shows eight hours less than fifteen minutes. One by one my employees were seen starting to arrive.

"God, God, you are safe. I was afraid that Mom and Lyra were one of the victims of the school bus accident" said one of my employees named Rani.

"Because of one thing, Lyra and I failed to take part in recreational activities" I said.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"My mother fell in the bathroom. I have to take him to the hospital."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Then, how is Miss Sabrina doing now?"

"Thank God, I'm out of the hospital. He only beats external wounds."

"Thank God then. Yeah, I'm in first."

Girls the age of Rahma's late mother then entered the production room.

"Mother .." Call Lyra.

"What's up, honey?"

"Lyla wants to pop chicken."

"Tumben once Lyra pingin chicken porridge. Yes, I asked Aunt Ami to make it, yes," I said.

The little girl shook her head.

"Lyla wants to pop a chicken mustache pack," he whined.

"But, his porridge stall is far away, dear. You should also supervise the employees in the production room. Grandma's sick."

"But, Ma'am, …"

"Ehm .. yes already. Let Mr. Amin buy his porridge for Lyra, "mead me.

Again my little daughter shook her head.

"Lyla wants to eat there just like Mom," he whined again.

My daughter is smart. I rarely have time in the morning. It seemed like he was deliberately taking advantage of this rare opportunity to spend time with me.

"Holes! Eat the bubul with Mom!" her cheering.

Not long after, Mira appeared.

"Good morning, ma'am" she said.

"Good morning."

"Oh yes, Mom. I have invited my friends who want to join in this convection," he said.

"Where's Miss Mira's friend?" my many.

"He's at the gate."

"Well, Miss Mira just come in."

The childless widow passed from before me. Not long after that he came back to me with a hijab woman.

"This is my friend, Mom," he said.

The woman who had lowered her head then looked at me until a second later the net we met.

"Sister Maureen? Is this really Brother?" I was half in disbelief.

"Zurais? Ye? Why are you here?" ask my sister.

"Azzura's mother is the owner of this convection, Reen." Ms. Mira chimed in.

"Ja-ja-di, is this convection yours?"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother."

"Wait on! Why did Zura's mother call Maureen sister?" ask Mira's curious.

"Sir Maureen this is my older sister, Mom," I replied.

"God."

"Bu Mira can go inside to prepare production activities."

"Good, Mom. Excuse me first."

Ms. Mira then passed from before me and entered the production room.

"How can you be with Miss Mira? Shouldn't Brother still be serving his sentence?" my many.

"Thank God I got remission. My supposed four-year prison term is only three."

"Goddessa. When will you be free?" 

"It was just a few days ago."

"Did you know Miss Mira?" my many.

"Not at all. We've never even met before."

"Wantas? Why did Mira ask you to work here?"

Maureen's sister threw out a breath.

"After I got out of prison, the first place I went to was Fabian's mansion. But, …"

"But why, brother?"

"I only saw my mother in that house. He didn't like my presence even to throw me out."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim."

"Oh yeah. Wasn't the last time you visited me at a correctional facility, you were still with mom. Why are you living apart now?"

"Mother Kinanti was disappointed because I refused Fabian's invitation to refer. He was in a conversation with our mother. Looks like Kinanti's mother was offended until she finally decided to leave this house."

"so apparently. Mom said you threw him out."

"Where might I be that rich," I said.

"I don't just trust my mom either."

"Oh yes Brother. There's something important we need to talk about. We'd better talk inside."

Maureen and I entered my living room.

"Bi, please make some warm tea for Maureen's sister" I told bi Ami.

"Why do you call him sister?"

"Include me, this is my real brother, Maureen's sister.

"Goddessa. So you still have a sister?"

"Yes, Bi."

"Well, I made you some warm tea first."

The woman who wore the negligee everyday passed from before us.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Maureen.

"Ehm .. This is about Rayyan.".

"J-j-so, have you found Rayyan? Where is he now, Ra?"

"He ... he .. um, …"

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