My madam, my poison

Secret devotee?

"Please take care of your words. I even just met this Azzura ma'am for the first time" said Rizal.

"If not cheating then what? You just got married. Why walk with other men?" Fabian who was sitting in the steering wheel chimed in.

I sighed before blurting out that pretty spicy sentence.

"Even if I'm cheating, what's your business? You have absolutely no right to interfere in my life!" my firmness.

A second later the traffic lights changed to green. Rizal then restarts his car. I don't care about Mauren's brother cursing behind me.

"Who are they, Mom? Seems like I don't like Mom," asked Rizal.

"The man is my ex-wife and her new wife."

"Will the separated husband and wife deteriorate, ma'am?" ask Rizal again.

"It depends what causes them to divorce."

"If I may know, what caused Mom and Mom's husband to divorce?"

"My husband and I divorced because, …"

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly my phone rang. Apparently Fina yamg called me.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Fin]

[Wa'alaikum. Where is mom?]

[Mother is on her way home]

[Yes, I wait]

- Interrupted calls

"Who's calling, Mom?" ask Rizal.

"Fine. He asked me where. Can you drive faster? My feelings are suddenly not good."

"Good, Mom."

Rizal increased the speed of his car. Ten minutes later I arrived at my house.

"Thank you for driving" I said shortly after getting out of the silver car.

"Together, Mom. Thank you for bothering to make a cake for Pure Budhe. So the cravings are obedient," said Rizal.

"I'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum."

I passed from in front of Rizal and went into the house.

"Tumben the house is quiet like this," my inner self as I entered the living room. No one's seen there.

From the living room I shifted to Fina's room. However, the room was also empty. Suddenly I heard Lyra's crying from her room.

"Why do you...

Astarghfirullah! Why are you, why,

Darling?" My eyes widened when I found my only way daughter lying on her bed with her head wrapped in bandages.

"Mother .. pain," she whispered.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" my many.

"So Lyra's head was thrown by a stone by one of her friends, Mom. One of his school teachers who treated his injuries in the UKS room," explained Mr. Amin who was also in the room.

"Does Mr Amin know who the child is?" my many.

"I've never seen it, Mom. Seems like he didn't come from TK Ceria."

"Is the wound on his head severe?" ask again.

"So it's spitting out quite a lot of blood, but it's been treated by his teacher."

I walked over to Lyra and I got her body.

"It's okay, honey. Just a small wound. I know Lyra's a strong boy. Lyra will soon be healed" I said.

"Haikal naughty with Lyra. Lyra hates Haikal! Hu ... hu .. hu…"

Haikal's? It seems that the boy is not from TK Ceria.

"Why can Haikal throw Lyra's head with a stone? Lyra wasn't naughty first, was she?" my many.

"Ehm .. earlier Lyra just rebuked Haikal because he snatched the stock of one of our classmates until the boy cried."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Oh, that means Lyra's not wrong. I am proud that Lyra has dared to rebuke Haikal who did mischief to Lyra's classmates. Tomorrow I go to Lyra's school and try to talk to Haikal to not be naughty with his friends" I said.

Lyra nodded in agreement.

The little girl shook her head.

"Yes, I brought you food and mother who feeds you" I said. Once again my obedient daughter nodded her head.

*****

"Mom was wondering who the real bad boy named Haikal was. If I meet, I'm definitely a jeweler in her ear," she said shortly after I got out of Lyra's room.

"The name is also a child, Mom. They are still curious about new things. Maybe Haikal doesn't understand that throwing stones at Lyra's head could cause Lyra to get hurt" I said.

"Just what he did was too late. What if Lyra's head gets leaking and has to be sewn?"

"Already, Mom. Lyra is okay. God willing, his wounds will soon heal."

"Just tomorrow you have to meet the boy and go to his parents. If necessary ask his parents to punish the bad boy."

"Yes, Mom. Tomorrow I'm going to Lyra's school."

"Where have you been, by the way? Don't you just want to check the sales report at your cake shop? Why is it almost this afternoon just coming home?" ask mother.

"In my shop I order a lot. I'm afraid Ana's overwhelmed if she does it herself. So I helped her. I also made a legit layer cake for my former neighbor who was cravings and then drove the cake to his house" he explained.

"Why should you bother so?"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"When I was still living in the Dahlia housing, Mr. Hasan and Mr. Pure were so kind to me and helped me so much. It doesn't hurt if I repay their kindness. I thought of the cake I made as a congratulation on Pure's pregnancy."

Suddenly I inhaled the smell of cooking from the kitchen.

"What cooking, Bi?" I asked bi Ami.

"This, Ma. I tried Taliwang chicken recipe from the magazine. Hope it feels good" he replied.

"From the aroma alone is tempting, it must taste delicious," I said.

"It's ripe, Mom."

"Yes, Auntie's prepared at the dinner table, yes," I said.

"Yes, Mom."

*****

Next morning.

"How, Honey? Is your head still hurting?" my many.

"Lyra's still dizzy, Mom."

"Yes, mom will come to your school to ask permission from your homeroom teacher" I said. Lyra nodded in agreement.

"Today Lyra didn't go to school, she said her head was still dizzy" I told my mother.

"Yes, let him rest at home first."

"I will go to his school to ask permission from his homeroom teacher and meet the child named Haikal" I said.

"Mom agrees, if necessary, meet his parents so they know if their child is naughty."

"Yes, I went to Lyra's school first" I said.

"Be careful."

After kissing her hand, I stepped out of the living room. My steps came to a halt when suddenly I caught a flower bucket on the table on the porch of my house.

"What flower is this? And who sent it?" muttered.

I also took a flower bucket containing dozens of white rose stems. I saw a card tucked in there.

to: Azzura

Have a nice day …

I'm looking for the name of the sender. But not finding it. On the card it was just my name and words.

"Who is the sender of this flower bucket? Is this just a prankster's job?" my inner.

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