My madam, my poison

Surgical procedure

"Ehm .. um … "

"Oh yeah, what's Lyra's favorite color?" Keenan quickly switched the conversation.

"I like the green color tosca" he replied.

"Didn't most girls usually like pink? Why does Lyra like that color?"

"Walna green tosca nice."

"So, you want the dress you're going to wear at Uncle Gibran's wedding and your mom's green tosca?" ask Gibran. My little girl nodded her head.

"It looks like tonight's meeting is enough. For the date of the wedding day we talk again tomorrow," said Mr. Yudha.

"Well, sir .. Ma'am," said my mother.

"Until we meet again, my future wife" Gibran said half-whispering. I responded with a thin smile.

"We say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum" said Mr. Yudha. A few moments later they left my house.

"Why didn't you tell me Gibran and his family would come?" my protest after Gibran and his family passed.

"Sorry, Son. It's nothing, we just meant to surprise you."

"Yes, what a surprise."

"Mom was so relieved that you accepted their proposal" said the mother.

"May this be the right and best decision for all."

"Aamiin's."

"Oh yeah, what about the performance of the five employees who just started working today?" I switched the conversation.

"Mother put Fahmi in the cutting section of the fabric. Two people in the sewing machine section, and two more people in the packing section," explained the mother. I nodded in understanding.

"Maybe tomorrow Handoko starts working again. Looks like I'll just put it in the packing section."

"Yes, I agree."

"Mother, Lyla is sleepy. Lyla wants to poke with Mom" said Lyra as she rubbed her eyes.

"Ehm. Let's go to bed. I carried the little body and invited him into the room.

Ah, such a tiring day despite being covered with something sweet. I stared at the ring around my ring finger, for some reason tonight I feel like the happiest woman in the world. As powerful as it may be as a rebel, in the end I must admit that this heart has been attached to a man. The man in my eyes is so kind, sincere, understanding, and willing to accept me for who I am. O Rabb .. Servant only according to the path that I have to go, but You are the one who rules the story. I hope this story ends sweetly in the future.

I put my body on the bed,

I looked at my little angel's face and then I peeked gently on his forehead.

"Mom's grateful to have you, son.

Because you are the mother can be strong and continue to survive," I said.

Next morning.

I woke up from my sleep with an unusually nauseous stomach, even this body felt so weak. Suddenly I remembered the advice of the doctor a few days ago who suggested that I should have surgery as soon as possible. Yes, it seems that I cannot take his advice lightly. As a doctor, he knows what is best for his patients.

"Mother why?" ask bi Ami when I cross paths with her in the kitchen.

"Ehm .. It's okay Bi."

"Mom's face looks pale, are you sick?"

"No, Bi. Let's pray at dawn in mushola. Mr. Amin must have been waiting," I said. We then moved from the kitchen and to the small mosque in the back of my house.

"Mother ate it a little bit," Lyra scolded when she found me to pour only one cent of fried rice into my plate at breakfast.

"Ehm .. if breakfast is a little. Later after taking Lyra to school, my mother ate again. My daughter just nodded in understanding.

"Oh yeah, what about yesterday's schoolwork?" my many.

"Master Syifa bought a five-star," he replied excitedly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Bu gulu says the Lyla family tree is the best."

I responded with a smile on my lips.

"Mom .. If Giblan's mother and uncle get married later, Fabian's father is invited, right?"

Ah, why did Lyra have to repeat the question last night? My daughter still remembers if I haven't given her an answer.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Belalti's gonna call Lyla Giblan's uncle dad, huh?" ask again.

"Yes, dear Lyra. From now on you keep talking, when your food runs out," said the mother.

"You asked a lot of questions." Fina. Lyra responded by sticking her tongue out at him.

"Hurry, finish breakfast, you'll be late" I said.

Fina retorted her tongue towards Lyra.

****

"I asked for his prayer, Mom. Today I'm going to have an operation" I said to my mother as I returned home after taking Lyra to school.

"Operation? Today?"

"Yes, Mom. The doctor advised me to have an operation as soon as possible so that this appendicitis completely disappears.

"Wouldn't you tell Gibran?"

"No, Ma. I don't want to worry her."

"Yes already, I'm with you. Later I told Seto to supervise the production. He can be trusted."

"No need, Mom. I can go to the hospital with Mr. Amin."

"Indeed, if there is need Iki, you do not hesitate to ask for help? Come on, let me accompany you. Ami's gonna pick up Lyra."

I finally agreed.

After saying goodbye to Ami, we left the house.

"Yesterday I met Silvia" I said on my way to the hospital.

"Where?"

"At the gas station. I thank him for helping me recommend my convention to his friends. It turns out there's another point behind his good attitude."

"I mean something else?"

"Yes, Silvia wants to see Fabian destroyed."

"It looks like Silvia has a grudge against her ex-husband. He who used to be crazy about Fabian is now throwing it away like garbage" she said.

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the hospital. There was no line in front of Dr Zain's room. I decided to go straight into the room.

"Good morning, Doc," I said.

"Good morning. Azzura's mother turned out. What's the complaint, ma'am?"

I took a breath before answering that question.

"God willing I am ready for surgery today."

"My mother was a wonderful patient. Alright, we will immediately prepare the treatment room. You should fast for a few hours before entering the operating room" the doctor explained. I nodded in understanding.

A few hours later.

"Pray me, Mom. So that the operation is smooth," I said to my mother when I was in front of the operating room.

"Surely, son," said the mother, holding my hand. I could see the worry in his eyes.

Mom slowly took off her hand as the nurse started pushing my trolly towards the possible space

everyone is most afraid of it.

For the first time in my life, I entered that room. Large lights that were somehow in number, while not far from the patient bed, looked tens or even hundreds of medical devices neatly lined up on a long-sized table.

"Mother Zura is ready?" ask doctor Zain who has now changed his clothes with all green clothes.

I let out a breath.

"Bismillah .. God willing I'm ready, Doc."

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