My madam, my poison

Returnees

"Mila's? Isn't that Mila? What's he doing here?" muttered.

Fabian pulled over his car and rushed over to Mila.

"What are you doing here? Why are you like this?" Fabian pulled Mila's arm but he brushed it off violently.

"Go you! don't come near me!" his screeches.

Instead of staying away, Fabian took Mila's hand and invited her into his car.

I don't care, even though Mila is constantly rebelling.

"Why are you like this now?" tanyakanya.

Karmila or the real Maureen smiled wryly.

"You ask why I am like this now? I'm sure your mother must have said that a few days ago I went to your house and your mother kicked me out. I also know that you are now married to Silvia" he said.

"I'm sorry, I did it because I had to. The only woman in my heart to date is you, Mila. I still love you. Just so you know, I've dropped my talaq on Silvia."

Fabian grabbed Mila's hand and then grabbed her.

"What about your mother? He would no longer accept me as his daughter-in-law. He said he was ashamed to have the son-in-law of an ex-convict."

"Mother said it, not me. You're the only woman I love." Fabian kissed the back of Mila's hand repeatedly.

Seconds later the two satarized.

"Forget over everything that's happened, we started everything from scratch" Fabian said.

"You sure?" ask Mila.

Fabian nodded his head in response.

"T-t-but, what about mom?"

"Of course, it's not a hard business. We're going to my house now" Fabian said.

Mila nodded in agreement.

"Is this your day-to-day job?" asked Fabian on the way home.

"Yes, other than selling drinks, I don't know what job I can do."

Suddenly Mila observes Fabian's appearance.

"Didn't he go bankrupt? Why does he look like an established businessman now?" his inner.

"Why? Are you surprised to see how I look now?"

"Is this your car?" ask Mila.

Fabian smiled faintly.

"If so, why?"

"Didn't you fall broke, especially now that you've separated from Silvia. Then how could you possibly own this luxury car?"

"There's no need to talk about it. Most importantly, I'm a businessman now."

"Employer?"

"I already have a convection."

"So many types of businesses why did Mas choose convection?" ask Mila.

"I think you already know the answer."

"Hmm?"

"I want to rival Zura's efforts."

"I hate him too. Being a successful man, he forgot his brother. He underestimated me, even resisting when I asked for his help."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Do you remember Rayyan?"

Suddenly Mila switched the conversation.

"Of course I still remember it. I left it to a taxi driver named Pak Sumarno. My life is already well established now. How about we pick her back up to stay with us?"

Karmila or the real Maureen was wasting her breath.

"I once had the same intention as you. But it is ...."

"But why?"

"Rayyan, who is not our real child, is gone."

Fabian gasped in shock to the point that he stepped on the brakes of his car suddenly.

"You mean, Rayyan already, …"

Karmila nodded her head as if she had understood the direction Fabian spoke.

"Where do you know Rayyan's gone?"

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi. I'm really sorry I threw it away" Fabian said.

"Sorry is useless. The important thing now is that we have to reclaim our biological son from Mala's mother."

"Our birth son, you mean?"

"Yes, our biological son whom I exchanged with Rayyan shortly after she was born."

"Do you know who he is and where he lives now?"

"Of course I know. He lives with a woman named Mala. He named our son Saddam."

"So, what's your plan?"

"We must take back Saddam from the hands of Ms. Mala. He's our real son, isn't he? We have the right to care for and care for her."

"But, are you not the one who did not accept his presence because he was disabled? Did you also forget, you yourself have paid Sister Siska to exchange our baby for baby Miss Mala. If Miss Mala finds out her real son is dead, I'm afraid he'll sue you."

"You've got a lot of money now, anything we can do with money."

"Want to?"

"We just give a lot of money to Mala's mom. Saddam was not his son. Maybe he wouldn't mind handing Saddam back to us, his biological parents."

"It's not that easy. After all, it was us who made Rayyan die. If I hadn't left Rayyan to the cab driver, she might be alive by now. Kumala has good reason to sue us. I know the punishment for abducting a baby isn't light."

"Suster Siska took the baby, not me."

"Yes, but you told him, didn't you? Even paid. From Sister Siska's testimony alone you can get a punishment that is not light."

"So, what should we do?"

"Don't deal with Mala anymore. Let Saddam be in his care. If we meet him, I'm sure the problem will get more complicated. Saddam's only gonna embarrass us because he has a physical deficiency."

"Truely you said. Maybe from now on I should try to forget about that kid."

"Yes, we're home now."

Fabian then reapplied his car.

Arriving at Fabian's house.

Mila got out of Fabian's car. He then observed the two-story house.

"This is where I live now. More luxurious than our old house, right? Let's go inside."

Fabian took Mila's hand but Karmila did not budge.

"Why?"

"I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid mom's back to kick me out."

"will not. Let's go in."

Fabian forced a little Mila into the house. It was predictable what would happen when Kamila and Bu Kinanti met face to face.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am," who was Mila in Bu Kinanti who was in the living room at the time.

"Wa'alaikumsa- ..you? Why are you in this house?"

"I-I ehm …"

"I invited him into this house, Mom," said Fabian, who had just appeared in the room.

"Have you lost your mind? Why are you taking this woman to our house?"

"I-I still love Mila, Mom. I want to fix our marriage."

"No! I won't let this woman stay with us!"

"Who would buy this house? Me, or Mom?" ketus Fabian's.

The mother was silent.

"I bought this house. This house is also in my name, so I have the right to determine who may or may not live in this house."

"What is this about you, son? I think you've changed, it turns out you're still being rude with mom" said Mrs Kinanti.

"I'm still going to ask Mila to stay here with or without Mom's consent. If you don't like it, you can leave this house."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Bian," said Bu Kinanti as she stroked his chest."

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