My madam, my poison

A difficult choice

I was surprised when I entered my mother's room. I saw the glass filled with white water had fallen and splattered on the floor. I don't think the glass fell off, but I accidentally dropped it to get my attention. Indeed, of all the limbs of the mother, only the hands can still work well even though not as freely as others in general.

I walked closer to the bed, then I stared at the owner of the shady eyes.

"I'm sorry Zura, Mom. Zura has to go, "I said.

She shook her head and tried to grab my hand. Although I didn't make a sound, I knew my mother wouldn't let me leave this house.

"Zura is sorry, Zura can't stay in this house. Assalamu'alaikum." I grabbed my mother's hand and kissed her back.

There was a sharp pain filling my chest cavity. But I still choose to go. This house was no longer heaven to me, and Fabian was no longer the priest I admired. I never thought, frankly he admitted to having an illicit relationship before he married Mila.

I gently brushed off my mother's hand even though she was trying to hold it.

"Sorry, Mom. Zura has to go."

I looked at my mother's eyes again. I saw clear circles begin to spread in both of his eyes and ready to spill at any time.

I get out of bed. Mom did let go of my hand, but now her hand is pulling Lyra's leg. I turned to her, and her crying was now completely spilled.

Do I have the heart to leave this old woman that I love so much? But, am I willing to share a husband with Mila?

"Sorry, Mom. Me and Lyra have to go. Assalamu'alaikum." I spread my legs slowly leaving the guest room.

"Bronch!"

I looked back at the bed. 

"Astaghfiullah! Mama! Mas..please!" my peek.

Yep. The sound of falling objects coming from the guest room is none other than the sound of the mother's body falling from the bed. It seems like mother forced herself to lift her body in order to hold me back so that I would not leave this house.

"What's up, Deck?" ask Fabian.

"Mother fell, Mum," I replied.

Fabian rushed to lift his mother's body from the floor and laid her back on the bed.

"Mother fell because of Mbak. If Mbak does not force to leave, mother will definitely not fall for holding Mbak," said Mila who just entered the room.

It's good to blame others. Is he not aware, all that is happening right now is due to his presence in our marriage?

I was silent for a moment, then I looked at the face that had been filled with wrinkles. 

"Oh my God, can I leave him?" muttered.

"If Mbak Zura is desperate to leave, please. But do not regret if something happens to mother," said Mila.

Dilemmas. That's what I feel now. On the one hand I wanted to leave this house, but on the other hand it was not until my heart left my mother who did not seem to let me go.

"You're his son-in-law. You're the one who's supposed to take care of mom."

There was a sharp pain when that sentence came from my lips. Honestly, from Mila's familiar nature, I'm not sure she'll take good care of you.

"Tuh, Mum. Look at your wife who is said to be righteous and obedient to the husband. He blatantly refused to take care of his mother" Mila said.

"You think in my position right now I still want to live in this house?"

"Allah. No need to be so pretentious. There are still many women out there who want to share their husbands and their lives get along."

"You don't equate me with them. I'm a woman of principle, no apology for treason!" my firmness.

"Mbak can speak of the principle that Mbak has a lot of property and does not depend on the same husband. But the truth is you don't have any of that, do you? All this time Ma'am just depends on the husband's salary."

Really, that sounds so painful. It felt like slapping Mila's frothy mouth.

"You still want to go?" Fabian repeated his question.

I looked at my mother-in-law's face again. This time I saw that both of his eyes were wet. What am I supposed to do? Go or hold? Both are very difficult choices.

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