My madam, my poison
About Saddam
"Saddam's?"
Yes, the boy was apparently Saddam, Maureen's and Fabian's older son who was taken care of by Mala's mother.
"Whose mother?"
I'm reviewing the smile.
"You must have forgotten, same mother? This mother is Lyra's mother, your schoolmate at Kindergarten cheerful first."
"Oh, Lyra's mother."
Moments later a man approached us.
"Dad," call Saddam.
That man must be Mala's husband.
"Sorry, sir, can we talk for a second?" my spoken.
The tall man then asked me to sit on the bench.
"Who is this mother? Do you know my son?"
"My name is Azzura. I was the mother of one of Saddam's schoolmates in the cheerful Kindergarten."
"Oh, so."
"I'm sorry, I heard from Saddam earlier, is it true that Mala's mom is dead?" my many.
"Yes, Mom. He died of illness about 2 months ago."
It's apparently the reason why Mala's mom never looked for me again or urged me again to look for Maureen's sister.
"Dad, Saddam played there first, yes," the boy said, pointing his index finger at a different playground in the shop yard.
"Dear, be careful."
After putting his donut cake on the table, Saddam passed to face us.
"It seems like a good time to talk to her husband Mala" I muttered.
"Ehm .. sorry, with Mr …"
"My name is Aris."
"This is Mr. Aris. There's something important I need to talk about."
"What's important, Mom?"
"It's about Saddam's identity."
"What happened to my son?"
"Did Mala's mom never tell you that Saddam wasn't your real son?"
"What does Mom mean?"
"Saddam is actually my older sister's son."
"wait. I'm really confused by Mother's direction."
"Oh, so Miss Mala never once told me about Saddam's identity?" my many. The man named Aris shook his head.
"So this is it, sir. My sister did not accept having given birth to a disabled baby. So, she paid a nurse to exchange her baby for Mala's baby girl who was born at the same time."
"Where is my son now?"
"Because of circumstances, my sister's husband was forced to leave the baby named Rayyan to a taxi driver. But, …"
"But why, Mom?"
"Rayyan became one of the victims died in a cheerful Kindergarten bus accident held a recreation a few months ago."
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji. Why are you hiding this big secret from me, Mala," said Aris.
"I know Mala loved Saddam very much. Maybe he didn't want to let go and give it back to his real mother" I said.
"Did Saddam's birth mother never seek his whereabouts?"
I smiled bitterly.
"Come, Sir. I don't understand the way my sister and her husband think. Looks like they're embarrassed to have a child who has a physical disability too."
"Even though Saddam had physical flaws, he was a smart and intelligent boy. That's why I love him so much. I'm afraid that at any moment his biological parents will take Saddam."
"God willing, that will not happen, sir. I think Father is the right person to care for and nurture Saddam. After all my sister and her husband don't seem to care about her anymore. Saddam is still my nephew. So if there's anything about Saddam, I hope you won't hesitate to tell me."
"Mother is so kind, so different from the nature of the older sister."
"Okay, here's my business card. If there's anything about Sadam, you can call me." I took out a business card from my wallet and thrust it into Mr. Aris.
"Good, Mom. Mother don't worry, I definitely take good care of and look after Saddam."
"I believe in the Father."
"It looks like we have to leave now" said Mr. Aris.
After paying for the doughnut, Mr. Aris and Saddam left the cake shop.
"It seems like it is better for Sadam to be cared for by Mr. Aris than to be cared for by your brother. It doesn't matter if the child never knows his or her biological parents" the mother said shortly after they passed.
"Maybe not now, but there are times when Saddam should know who his real parents are" I said.
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