My madam, my poison
Loss of taste
"Milk, …"
Though I could hear my mother's voice calling me.
"I'm sorry Zura, Mom. Zura has to go, "I said. I felt the warm circles begin to drip and wet my cheeks.
No, Zura. You can't cry. Your tears are too precious to cry over this betrayal. I quickly wiped my tears before anyone could see it.
"I'm leaving, Assalamu'alaikum."
"Please don't go" said Fabian, who is now standing in the middle of the door.
"Sorry, Mas. My decision is round. I can't accept any of this."
"Leave it if Mbak Zura really wants to leave. Most after coming out of this house he will become a vagabond" said Karmila.
"I'm sure God will always be with us" I said.
"Please. Don't leave this house. I still love you so much, Dek.
I smiled wryly.
"What kind of love hurts a partner?"
"Understand, Deck. I'm doing all this because, …"
"I'm picking up mom. Take care and take good care of him, never once hurt let alone be rude to him," I told Mila.
"Mas Fabian will definitely take care of your farewell letter soon. Isn't that right, Mas?" ask Mila to Fabian who is now slightly shifted from the door. Looks like he's starting to give up on holding me out of this house.
Fabian did not respond to Mila's remarks. But what he did was totally unexpected. Suddenly the most handsome man in my eyes forced to take Lyra from my sling.
"You may leave this house, but not with my daughter!" yells. I could see anger in his eyes.
"What do you mean? Lyra is so small. Her life depends only on my ASI."
"You don't have to worry, Mila and I will take care of him."
"Can't be, Mom. Lyra's age is still not even three months. I can't separate it from me."
"Md has only two choices. Stay in this house or go without Lyra." Karmila.
"Shut up! Women don't know themselves!" my snapping.
Lyra woke up hearing my voice quite loud.
Mas Fabian then tried to calm him, but my little daughter never kept quiet. I know she was crying because of fear.
"Let me carry it" I said.
"If you really want to go, go. Don't you care about my mother anymore?"
"I'm not leaving without my Lyra!"
"Can't! Lyra will stay here with us!"
"Please, Mas. Don't be so selfish. Lyra is too small to be separated from me."
"Did you forget? I'm a girl too. I can take care of and care for the baby" Mila said.
"Shut up! I'm not asking for your opinion!"
"So a stubborn man anyway. It's worth it Fabian's looking for another wife."
"Plac!"
I can no longer hold back my anger. Besides Fabian, Mila also got a hard slap from me. It hurts, but still it is not worth the destruction of this feeling. Any woman who is in my position right now I guarantee her chest will pound violently accompanied by a wave of anger that makes the head like it is about to explode. Anger from a wife whose loyalty and devotion were betrayed.
"Mas see for yourself, right? In addition to disputants, your first wife is also rude. Pain, Mas. Hu.hu." Mila rubbed her cheek which might feel hot because of my slap just now.
"Azzura bint Prasetya! Apologize to Mila!" exclaim mas Fabian.
O Allah. Where is the gentle and loving Fabian Joseph? He defended other women more than his own wife. Is my love really gone, Mom?
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