My madam, my poison

Unfortunately, it cannot be denied

A few days later.

I'm taking mom to visit the soul skit house where Fabian is undergoing treatment. At first he refused, but after I gave him my understanding, he finally agreed to my invitation.

Whether by chance or not, the treatment room that Fabian occupied now was the room that mother had once occupied when she was a resident of this place.

"It's Sabrina's mom, isn't it? God, I'm very happy to be able to meet Mom again in a better condition" said a nurse who served in the treatment room.

"Alhamdulillah .. Allah was so good to me. My soul can recover" said the mother.

"Oh yeah, what's Sabrina's gonna need?"

"Ehm .. we would like to see one of the patients being treated here, his name is Fabian." I chimed.

"Oh, Mr Fabian who was the victim of the scam, huh? I'm so sorry for what she's been through."

"How are things now, Sus?"

"There's still no change, ma'am. Um... Sorry, is this mom his wife?"

"Oh, no, Mom. I'm-I'm his brother."

"Sir Fabian was not in his treatment room. That's him there." The nurse pointed her thumb at a bench in a small garden on the side of the building. The three of us approached him.

"Sir Fabian, there is a visit for you" he said.

Fabian who was busy picking up the dry leaves and then turned to look at us.

"Give me my money! You fraud!" hysterical shouting.

"Quiet, Bian. I'm Azzura, the mother of your daughter, Lyra. You remember that, don't you?"

The man who was once my priest nodded slowly.

"Follow me .. astaghfirullahaldzim .. astaghfirullahaldzim .. "I led him to utter the phrase istighfar. In fact he followed me, even though the look in his eyes looked empty.

"We are very sorry for what happened to you. I hope you can learn a lot from all this."

"Look, I have a lot of money." Fabian offered a plastic bag full of dried leaves.

"I'm rich. I want to buy a new car and open a new business" he said.

Mom just kept quiet while looking pity at her ex-daughter-in-law.

"I want to raise some more money." Fabian moved away from the place and approached one of the patients who was wearing a suit and tie.

"We work together to build a business" he said. The man wearing only shorts shook Fabian's hand.

"Name is Mr. Derry. His soul was shaken after his textile factory had a fire a year ago" the nurse explained.

"Is Fabian still healing, Sus?" my many.

"In addition to medical treatment, patients also need moral support, especially from their families. Excuse me, does Fabian still have a family? Wife may."

"Ehm .. no, Sus. His mother just died while his wife went somewhere."

"What a shame his fate. In conditions like now he should get assistance from people closest to him," said the nurse concerned.

"God willing, I will visit Fabian often" I said.

"Thank you for caring for me."

"If there's anything, you can call me." I took out a business card from my wallet and thrust it at the nurse.

"Good, Mom."

"Then we'll excuse you, good day."

My mother and I left the mental hospital.

"It's not over thinking, after what Fabian did to you, why do you still care about him" she said.

"Did Mom forget? Fabian is Lyra's real father. I want Fabian to heal as he has before so he can get his life back on."

"Fabian has lost everything. Work, home, even family. What else is he healing? Or do you want to talk to him?"

I put on a thin smile.

"At least I have no desire to go back to him."

"Is this because someone has filled your heart?"

"What do you mean by mother?"

"What's your relationship with Keenan?"

"What is how? Our relationship is ordinary. Oh yeah, I remember this afternoon I had an appointment with Herdian and Keenan at the cafe."

"Both?"

"Mom don't think about it first. The three of us met to discuss a cooperation plan. Keenan and Herdian set up a supermarket and they asked me to be the supplier of Muslim clothing they would open on one of the floors."

"After this you will definitely meet Keenan more often."

"Mother, come on, stop teasing me," I began to nod.

"Couldn't get her brother, got her sister. That's not a forbidden thing. Keenan is good, too, dear Lyra, well-established, handsome again. There are hardly any flaws."

"Ehm .. Mommy comes home with Mr. Amin alone, I can take a taxi to the cafe."

"Okay, be careful with your heart."

"What does Mom mean?"

"Who knows after meeting Keenan you will be, …"

"Assalamualaik." I grabbed my mother's hand and kissed her back.

"Be careful, son."

I was shocked when suddenly someone came up to me.

"Excuse me, Mum. Did you order the table before?"

Apparently a cafe waitress.

"Table number 27 that has been ordered Mr. Keenan."

"Oh, over there. My friend has waited long enough." The waiter pointed his thumb at a table near the pool. Ah, why also Keenan choose outdoor table.

"Thank you" I said.

I walked over to the table number 27. It turned out that I was wrong, the man I saw from a distance was not Keenan, but Herdian.

"Sorry, a little late" I said.

"Oh, it's okay. Our deal's eleven o'clock in the afternoon, isn't it?' It seems I'm coming too soon." Herdian gulped down his orange juice which stayed a little until the glass was completely empty.

"You've even finished one glass of juice."

"Please sit down." Herdian got out of his seat and pulled out a chair for me. What a very polite treatment of a man to a woman.

"thank you. Where is Keenan? I think he's coming with you."

"Our house is opposite direction. Maybe we'll be there soon. Ten minutes ago he texted me on my way, "Herdian said.

I nodded in understanding.

"By the way I want to thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Haikal's nanny told me last night that Haikal had never done any more mischief to his friends. Not only that, after being close to Lyra and often studied with her, Haikal's grades increased. It's all thanks to you, Ms. Azzura," said the widower.

"Thanks me? How can you say that?"

"Haikal used to snatch a box of supplies belonging to his classmates, but after you were kind enough to make provisions for him, I never heard the report again."

"Alhamdulillah, I'm happy that Haikal has changed."

"If I had a wife as good as you," said Herdian.

"How, Sir?"

"Oh, it-it-it's okay."

Not long after, Keenan approached our table.

"You guys been here a long time?" tanyakanya.

"It's not long, it's only been half an hour" replied Herdian.

"Sorry, I was in line at the gas station."

Keenan pulled out a chair and sat on it.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Fabian. This morning I read the news on the internet" Keenan said.

"Yes, we will never know the scenario that God has written. We must always be kind to every provision of God. Allah always knows what is best for His servants" I said.

"Is the Fabian you're talking about the owner of the convection that tricked the clothing export businessman named Daniel?" Herdian.

"Yes" I replied.

"You know Mr Fabian?"

I smiled thinly.

"He's my ex-husband."

"so apparently. I was also a victim of Daniel's fraud. Luckily, my logic worked. I felt awkward about the payment system offered by the fraudster, finally I canceled our cooperation unilaterally."

"You're luckier than Fabian" I said.

"Lantas, how is Fabian now?" ask Herdian again.

"The incident left Fabian's soul shaken. Now he's undergoing treatment in a mental hospital."

"I don't know Fabian very well. But what happened makes me sorry."

"He still has a family, doesn't he?" ask Keenan.

"A few days ago he still had a wife and mother. However, now his wife just decided to go somewhere, while his mother, ..." I hang my sentence. It's too hard to tell if Fabian's mother is gone."

"Why his mother?" ask Herdian.

I breathe heavily.

"Fabian's mother died two days ago. He was found dead prostrating in a mosque not far from my shop. "What a beautiful way to face the Lord, isn't it?"

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un" said Keenan and Herdian simultaneously.

"May he have a proper place by his side."

"Aamiin's."

"By the way, why was Fabian's mother found dead in the mosque near your cake shop? Isn't that a mosque away from his house?"

"Almarhumah Kinanti's mother was driven from her home by her son-in-law."

"Woman like that. After expelling her mother-in-law, she left without caring for her husband who is now in a mental hospital" Herdian grumbled.

"Wherever the woman goes, she will never be able to continue her life in peace" Keenan said.

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