My madam, my poison

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"I'm home now" Fabian said shortly after arriving at Mila's house.

"Mas hasn't been here in a long time. Just stay with me for a moment" Mila grabbed Fabian's hand and led him into the living room.

"Let's see, right now I have no way for me to linger in this house,"

"But, Mas. I miss the same Mas."

Karmila wrapped a pair of her hands around Fabian's neck. The man didn't even brush it off. He even wrapped his hands around the slender waist of his wife. I don't know who started it, your closeness lips are now clashing with each other. 

Fabian seems to have gotten carried away.  He lifted Mila's body and laid her down on the sofa.

"Don't be here, Mas. There will be someone to watch" whispered Mila.

Fabian, who was overcome by desire, lifted Mila's body from the sofa, and brought her into the room.

At 20:00

Fabian just woke up. Apparently she was exhausted after her battle in bed with Mila two hours ago. He was aghast as he looked at the wall clock in the room. The clock shows at eight o'clock.

"Astaghfiullah!" yells.

"Why, Mas?" asked Mila who was still reluctant to open her eyes. His body was covered only with a blanket.

"I have to go home now. There's mom and Lyra I have to take care of" Fabian said, re-dressing her clothes.

"Here you go, stay at my house. We just played for a while. I still want to repeat it." Mila shifted her body and rested her head on Fabian's shoulder.

"Not tonight."

"Lyra, there's no one to take care of."

"What about mom? Athaghfirullah! I locked the door from the outside!"

Fabian immediately put on his belt again, then tidied up his slightly disheveled hair.

"I go home first, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Mas. Waitaminute! Don't go!" shout Mila.

Fabian ignored Mila's words. He sped up and got out of the house.

"Look at it later. I will be Fabian's only wife" muttered Mila.

Fabian drove his car at a fairly high speed. Of course he was worried about his mother being locked alone in his house. Not only the mother, she also worried about Lyra. Pure Ma'am would definitely be overwhelmed to cope with Lyra when she was thirsty.

Fabian pulls out his car in front of a mini market to buy formula and milk bottles for Lyra.

The embarrassing thing happened when he was in line in front of the cashier's desk. Seemed some of the people standing behind him giggling while glancing towards him. Apparently Fabian realized that they were laughing at him. 

"Sorry, Mom. What are you laughing at? Is there something wrong with me?" tanyakanya.

"Look at that Mas. Trousers upside down. Mas must be in a hurry, yes" said the woman who stood right behind Fabian and was immediately greeted with laughter from some visitors in the mini market was no exception the cashier.

Fabian's a great shame. His face was hot and red. For whatever sake, this was the most shameful thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. In a hurry, he did not realize that he was wearing his pants upside down.

"Take the change" Fabian said after handing over a fifty-thousand note to the cashier. If you can choose, it feels like you just want to disappear from that place.

"Sorry, Sir. But this money is still less than ten thousand," said the cashier.

"What is the price of baby milk?"

"Sixty thousand, sir."

Once again the visitors giggled. Fabian immediately took a piece of money denominated ten thousand from his wallet and thrust it at the cashier.

"Other times if you wear pants do not rush, Mas," chirped one of the men in line.

Fabian who was embarrassed chose not to respond to the man's words. 

Fabian put his car back on his way home.

Ten minutes later he arrived at his home. From her yard she could hear the sound of Lyra's cries being so loud.

"Where's this Fabian from?" ask Mr. Hasan, the husband of Bu Arum who just came out of his house.

"Ehm, I-I. I have to take him to the workshop."

"From that moment, Princess Mas did not stop crying. My wife and I were confused as to what to do. We are afraid of giving milk wrong," said the man with a thick mustache.

"Ma-ma-af, sir. Inconveniencing. I've bought milk for my daughter."

"Yes already. Make some milk for Lyra. Poor him, must be thirsty."

Not long after, Pure Ma came out of his house.

"How is this Fabian? It was two hours ago when Zura replied to my message and said that Fabian was on his way home. Why just now?" 

"Ma-ma-af, Mom. My car broke down. I have to take him to the workshop."

"Where is the milk for Lyra? Let me make it. Fabian quickly entered the house. I'm worried that Kinanti's mother is okay" said Ms. Murni.

Fabian then gave a plastic bag containing a box of formula milk and the bottle to Murni then rushed into his house. 

The first room to visit is the guest room. The mother was crying in pain on her bed. But one thing that made his anger explode was that he found his mother defecating on the bed. 

"Astaghfirullah, Mommy! Why are you being such a hassle? Look at this bed. Dirty and disgusting!" snapped it.

The woman, whose age was more than six heads, was unable to respond to Fabian's remarks. Only her tears spoke.

"La-la-par," said the mother.

"You think only Mom's hungry? I haven't eaten yet."

The clear circle was increasingly swift wetting the mother's wrinkled cheeks. Fabian Yusuf has really changed. He dared to say rudely and yelled at his own biological mother.

"You think who's gonna clean this bed!" snapped Fabian again. He did not care about Isak the crying of the mother who was becoming more and more. The crying was not due to the physical pain she was suffering from. Except for a very painful wound. 

"Why did you turn out this way, son," the mother muttered.

"Sorry, Mas. It is not good to say rude to mother," said Murni who suddenly stood in front of the guest room door. Lyra seemed to be fast asleep in her arms.

"Who wouldn't be upset to see such a dirty and disgusting bed?"

"Patience, Mas. His name is also sick. I understand religion, right? Mas must know better if caring for parents is one of the obligations of children to parents. When Mas was a child, Kinanti's mother cleaned the dirt Mas sorry defecating," said Bu Murni.

The mood was silent for a moment.

"This is Lyra sleeping" said Ms. Murni.

"Sorry, Mom. It's troubling" Fabian said, taking Lyra from her carrier.

"Oh yeah. How's Zura doing?"

"Zura still needs to be treated until his condition improves."

"So, who accompanied him in the hospital? Melly's sister, huh?" ask Mum Pure.

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