My madam, my poison

A difficult answer

A few days later.

After several days of mourning, Lyra returned to school this morning.

"Mom, I want a beautiful rice goleng," said Lyra as I braided her hair.

"What's a pretty goreng's rice, honey?" my many.

"Tell me that there's a flower."

"Maybe it means Lyra fried rice like this, ma'am." Fina showed her phone screen towards me. It looks like a photo of fried rice in a beautifully decorated container with various vegetables.

"Yes .. like that!" he exuberantly.

"Yes, I prepared the supplies first. Lyra breakfast used to be the same as Fina," I said.

The two then walked to the dining room.

I just concocted the fried rice seasoning that Lyra asked for, suddenly nausea attacked me. I stopped my work for a moment. I quickly poured warm water into a glass and then I gulped it in half.

"Mother why?" tanya bi Ami who just finished preparing breakfast for Lyra and Fina.

"My stomach is nauseous again, Bi."

"Wouldn't you check with the doctor? I'm worried Mom's okay."

"Actually when Lyra was a baby, the doctor once sentenced me to experience symptoms of appendicitis. But the pain disappeared on its own. Only a few days ago I felt the symptoms that I had once again appeared," I said.

"Don't put it off again, ma'am. I need to get myself checked into the hospital immediately."

"Yes, Bi. After taking Lyra to school, I'll go straight to the hospital."

"What would you cook?" the question was when he found a slice of red onion on the kitchen table.

"Lyra asked to make fried rice with vegetable garnish."

"If you make fried rice alone is a small business, but for ornamental decorating, I raise my hand." The woman whose hair was beginning to grow gray chuckled.

"I ask you to continue frying the rice, then who are the carrots and other vegetables. Let me make the decoration."

"The beautiful fried rice is ready," I said as I put a box of fried rice complete with decorations on the dining table.

"Thank you, Mom." Lyra then rewarded me with a gentle kiss on my right cheek.

"Don't forget to spend it, dear."

"Ready, Boss."

"Ehm .. Ma'am," call Fina.

"What's up, Fin."

"Today I have to pay school fees."

"What rules?"

"Ehm .. dues for victims of natural disasters."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Okay, I'll take the money first."

"This is enough, right?" I'm handing out a few hundred thousand bills to the girl I've taken for granted like her own daughter.

"That's enough."

"Hmmm? I frowned at me."

"Mak-mak-sud me, enough, ma'am. The teacher did not specify the number. Yes I've left first, Assalamu'alaikum." Fina then grabbed my right hand and kissed it full of reverence.

"Lyra's drug."

"Fina's Drug."

Fina left the dining room and went to her school.

"Mother, let's go" said Lyra after finishing her breakfast.

Arriving at school.

The atmosphere of the school is usually cheerful. But not this morning. There were no students playing or running around the school grounds. It turns out that the accident that claimed fifteen lives of students in this school has really claimed joy in this place.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said a teacher whose face was foreign to me.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mom."

"Whose mother?" asked Lyra with her innocent eyes.

The hijab woman bent her body.

"Call me mother teacher Syifa, whose name are you?"

"My name is Lyla."

"His name is Lyra, Mom. Sorry, he can't pronounce R yet. Oh, so Syifa's mother is the new teacher at this kind of kindergarten?"

"Yes, Mom. Today is my first day teaching at this school. I taught at TK Harapan."

"I think you already know what's going on at this school."

"Yes, may all the victims have their rightful place with Allah Subhanallahu wata'ala."

"Aamiin's."

Not long ago a woman appeared with a boy.

"Isn't that Mala and Saddam's mom?" my inner.

I could see a dislike expression on his face when I saw him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Mala?" my broom.

"Waalaikumsalam," he answered flatly.

From Mala's mom, my view turned to Saddam. A boy who is none other than my nephew. Yeah, even though he's a one-father brother to my daughter, Lyra.

"Hi, handsome boy," I said.

"Whose aunt?"

"Ehm .. Just call aunt Azzura. Aunt is Lyra's mother" I explained.

I saw a smile on the boy's lips. It was similar to the way Fabian smiled.

"Saddam, play in class, yuk," Lyra asked.

"Corn." The two boys then entered the class.

"Mom-mother, excuse me" said the new teacher before he re-entered the classroom.

"Can we talk for a second?" said Mala ma'am. He then led me to a bench.

"What about my son?" tanyakanya.

Of course, that question confused me. How am I supposed to explain to him that his biological son, whose brother Maureen named Rayyan, was one of the victims of a bus accident a week ago?

"Why is Bu Zura silent? Don't-don't you just want to fool me."

"It's not so, Mom. I apologized earlier. Maybe what I'm about to say is not a pleasant thing to hear."

"What does Mom really mean?"

Madam Mala looked at me full of probes.

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