My madam, my poison

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"No idea, Mom. My stomach feels really nauseous."

"You sick?" ask Fabian again.

"I just remembered that this month I'm late for the moon."

"Don't get pregnant."

"Why do you panic so? Wouldn't I be happy if I was pregnant? We have often had husband and wife relationships. So it's only natural that I'm pregnant."

"It's not. But at this time the situation is not right if you are pregnant. You know that, right? Mom and Zura are sick. Not to mention my house is on fire. Now plus you're pregnant. Arghh! I want to break my head!"

"So, would you say that you're not ready to have another child? Then want to Mas, I just finish off the fetus that is in this stomach!" threaten Mila's. He opened one of the drawers and took the scissors from inside.

"Mila! Don't be so determined!" Fabian forcibly snatched the scissors and threw them on the floor.

"Why did I prevent me from killing this fetus?" 

"We're my wife, I won't let you commit a sin."

"Mas wants to take this baby, right?" asked Mila in a voice that sounded a little slow.

"Yes. He was my flesh and blood, after all" Fabian said. 

Mila slid into his arms.

Suddenly I heard Lyra's cry. Fabian loosened his arms and rushed to Mila's room.

"Nothing is disturbing. What if the baby lives in this house?" grout Mila is upset.

"Astaghfiullah! You're so hot, son!" scream Fabian.

"What's your son?" ask Mila.

"The body is so hot! Looks like he's got a fever."

"From yesterday Lyra was the same as Bu Murni, right? If he's why Pure Ma'am is the one who should be responsible."

"You don't suudzon like that. Maybe Lyra has a fever because from yesterday she didn't get ASI from her mother."

"Yes already. Just take Lyra to the hospital to breastfeed her mother. Just let him stay there."

"What did you say just now?"

"I didn't say anything. I'm just saying maybe Lyra's kangen with her mom."

Fabian took his phone and called Azzura's number.

[Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Yeah, what's up, Mom?]

[Lyra fussy. Body's hot. It must be due to lack of ASI.]

[The doctor just let me go home tomorrow.]

[So, you want to let Lyra get sick?]

[It's not so, Mom. Where is a mother if her child is sick? Tell you what, I'll squeeze my ASI and send her home.]

[We no longer live at home.]

[What do you mean?]

[Our house burned down and could not be occupied anymore.]

[Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji. So where are Mas and Lyra now?]

[We're at Mila's house.]

[What?!]

[You think besides Mila's house, where else do we want to live?]

[I would not stay with your young wife!]

[Think logically, don't be selfish.]

[Sorry, Mom. I don't care what I'm gonna say. So far I've been hurt enough. I still have my pride, and I'm not as weak as you think. Now I'm gonna ask the doctor to get out of the hospital! Assalamu'alaikum.]

"Hello! Zuras! Hello!" scream Fabian. But Azzura has already cut off the phone.

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