My madam, my poison
Bitterer
I dared to look at Fabian's face.
"I am innocent. Why should I apologize?"
"You've been rude to Mila. Apologize now. Or, …"
"Or what? Want to return my slap? Or do you want to drop a talaq on me? If Mas thinks I'm afraid of divorce, I'm wrong."
"You don't mess with that word. Until then I will never divorce you!"
"alright. I'll take care of our farewell letter as soon as possible" I said.
"Don't Zura have the money to take care of the divorce? As far as I know the cost of divorce is not a little bit Ma'am." Karmila.
"It's none of your business!" myrag.
I took over Lyra from Fabian's sling. This time I set my heart to leave this palace that I have occupied for so long.
"You can definitely live without Fabian" I murmured.
"I'm leaving. Assalamu'alaikum," I said.
"Zura's! Azzuray! Back!" yell at Fabian.
I didn't pay attention to it let alone look back. Goodbye Fabian Yusuf and all the memories we have carved together in this house.
I walked out of my house. I saw Mrs Pure reading a magazine on her porch.
"Where is Zura going? How about a big bag?" tanyanya.
"Ehm, I-I, …"
I have not finished my words but suddenly I felt a great pain in my head followed by a very severe nausea.
Realizing that I was standing staggering, the wide-hijabed woman supported my body.
"Astaghfirullah's. Zura why?" tanyakanya.
"It's okay, Mom. Maybe I'm tired of running the house."
"Sister Zura sit down first, let me make you some warm tea."
"No need, Mom. I'm okay."
"The face of Mbak Zura is very pale. You need to get treatment immediately."
"Yes, Mom. Thank you, Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight."
I got up from the porch of the Pure Bu house but somehow my body suddenly felt so limp. I can't even support my own body.
"Yes Allah. Zura Ma'am!" his yell. He then took over Lyra from my sling.
"Bak don't go anywhere if you are not healthy" he said.
"I'm okay, Mom. I just, … "
*****
I opened my eyes slowly, then I spread my eyes in this all-white room. I try to remember what happened until I was in this room.
"Yes Allah. Lyras! Where's my daughter?"
I gathered all my strength to get out of my bed. But I had a hard time because my left hand was connected to an infusion hose.
"Thank God I was conscious" said the doctor who had just entered the room.
"What happened to me, Doctor? Do I need to be hospitalized?" my many.
"This was fainted due to the physical condition of the mother who was too weak. And um, …"
"What's up, Doctor?"
"After a series of examinations, with a heavy heart I have to convey if Mother has appendicitis."
My feelings are mixed now. There was a sense of relief because I finally knew what was really happening to me. But why does the disease sound so scary?
"A dead end, Doc?"
"Yes, Mom. Usually the initial symptoms that arise are nausea want to vomit, meggigil, decreased appetite, and difficulty defecating or constipation," explained the doctor.
Everything the doctor said lately I often experience.
"Am I still healing, Doctor?"
"With regular treatment, God willing, you can recover."
Suddenly the door creaked. It was Mas Fabian and Mila who entered my treatment room.
"New intention to go from home alone, Mbak actually arrived at the hospital. Maybe God didn't let Mama leave the house. You have to remember, the husband is the priest you have to follow."
"Where's Lyra? I deliberately diverted the conversation.
"Lyra is the same Murni at home" replied Fabian.
"I'll just go home" I said as I got out of bed. But my condition is still too weak. Everything in front of me is spinning. I finally collapsed back.
"Bak, don't stay in this hospital for long. Dear money Fabian," whispered Mila.
What am I supposed to do? Do I have to abandon my intention to leave the house and endure this bitterness? Rabb, I really don't understand the line you've laid out for me…
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