My madam, my poison

Last meeting

"Get go of Darren!" 

"Good, if you come here. You'll see the sweetest drama you've probably never seen in your entire life" Widya said, as the penknife remained unchanged from the side of her stomach.

"You're crazy, Widya!"

"Yes, I'm crazy because of your husband, Mother Fatimah.

"So, what do you want now?" ask Fatimah.

"Give your husband for me, then I won't bother your daughter anymore."

"I will not fulfill your unreasonable request!" darren.

"Father choose, marry me or we die together" Darren said.

"At any time I won't marry you!"

"Sorry, Sir. You forced me to do this." Widya lifted the knife and prepared to stick it in Darren's stomach.

"Mas, Watch out!" peekkik Fatimah while running to her husband. He then pushed Widya's body to make her folding knife thrown to the ground. 

"Go now or I'll call the police!" darren's threat.

"I love Mr. Darren, marry me, we will live happily" Widya said.

"Bas stubborn! My husband will never marry you!" exciting Fatimah.

"If you knew what had happened between us in the past, would you still accept your husband?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you not understand my meaning yet? What do two adults do together? Your husband was the first man to enjoy my virginity."

"I'm sorry, I'm really self-absorbed" Darren said.

"You still have your pride, don't you? Do you still want to accept a husband who once "sleeped" with another woman behind you?"

Fatimah gave a thin smile.

"I've known Darren's mistakes in the past, and God willing I've forgiven him" he said.

"Before I call the police, quickly leave this place!" Darren threatens Widya.

"I swear I won't let the lives of the three of you be calm and happy!" threaten Widya's. He turned his body about to leave the place. That was when a motorcycle rushed towards him. The motorcyclist had stepped on the brakes, but in vain. The distance between the two is too close.

"Widy! Watch out!" scream Fatimah.

"Bruck!" 

"Oh my God, Widya! Mas, we're taking him to the hospital now!" pekik Fatimah raised her head and placed it on her lap. He did not care at all that the robe he was wearing was now covered in blood.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Sorry, Madam. I was completely unintentional. Suddenly, this lady crossed over. I tried to stop my bike but we were so close. Let's take this lady to the hospital, I'll cover the entire medical expenses" said the motorcycle driver.

Darren, assisted by the motorcycle driver, rushed to lift Widya's body into his car and took her to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital.

"Are you a family patient?" ask the nurse shortly after coming out of the action room."

"Really, Sister. How's the patient doing now?"

The nurse nodded weakly.

"The patient's condition is not so good. The wound on the back of his head was so severe. He wants to talk to Mom and Dad."

"Good, Sus." Darreen took Fatimah's hand and invited her into the action room.

"Pak .. Bu. sa-sa-ya ask ma-ma-af," said Widya. His voice sounded so weak.

"We have forgiven you, you will be healed" said Fatimah.

"I'm su-dah-ja-hat, why do you still want to do good to me?" 

"Just like Darren did wrong. I'm sure you can turn into a better human being."

"You-your-maids are ba-ik. Mr. Darren is lucky to have is-tri like an-da."

Suddenly Widya took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, sir ... Ma'am …"

He's not moving anymore.

"Oh my God, Widya! Wake up!" peekik Fatimah's.

"Sorry, Mom. Let me check" said the nurse. He then checked Widya's pulse and heart rate.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, the patient is dead, sir .. Ma'am."

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

Fatimah shut her mouth.

"Good way, Widya. May Allah forgive your sins" said Darren.

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