My madam, my poison

I have to be strong

I walked slowly away from my mother's treatment room. Heavy indeed, having to leave her whom I love like my own birth mother. But it is true, Mayra said. I must not allow myself to be trampled by Fabian and his young wife.

I took a taxi to my house to find out how I was living. I could not hold back my tears when I saw the sight before me. The palace that once stood firmly has now turned into rubble. It was destroyed, and formless again.

I set my foot in the living room. The sofa, buffet, and the rest were completely burnt out. Not much different from the living room, all the items in my room were destroyed in the fire. Suddenly, however, I caught a blackish brown object among the debris strewn about in my room. 

It was apparently a sewing machine. I still remember quite clearly, a few years ago I bought it from an old grandfather. He sold this sewing machine for one hundred thousand rupiah for the cost of returning to his hometown. I gave the old man more money and took back the sewing machine. But he refused it. He said that one day this sewing machine would be useful to me. 

God is the greatest screenwriter. In a time when I was almost desperate to face this endless ordeal, God gave a completely unexpected way out. Maybe with this sewing machine I can go back to life without relying on Fabian.

I took the thing and put it in my clothes bag. There's nothing coincidental. Before I fell unconscious and was rushed to the hospital, I had intended to leave this house. Of course I've packed most of my clothes as well as my daughter's, Lyra's.

I went from my porch until I got in front of Murni's house. Kind neighbors who often help me when I am troubled or facing difficulties. I must say goodbye to her, and to her husband, Mr. Hasan. Without her kindness, maybe the mother had not been operated on.

I wonder, the door of the house that is always wide open this afternoon is tightly closed. The atmosphere of the house also seemed so quiet.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said I.

There is no lawfulness.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Pure Ma'am. It's me, Azzura."

There is still no lawfulness.

"Pure Mom and Mr. Hasan are out of town, Ma'am."

I looked towards that voice. Apparently, mr. Burhan.

"Oh, yeah."

"Sir, this is a donation from the residents of this housing. Hopefully it will be useful for the Mbak family," said Mr. Burhan while thrusting a white envelope at me.

My eyes glazed. I didn't expect that the people in my neighborhood would care so much about us.

"Thank you, sir. May Allah repay your kindness" I said.

"Where are you going? So, where's Lyra?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm-ehm Lyra and Fabian were at the home of one of our relatives. I'm still in the hospital" I replied.

"Aamiin, thank you, sir."

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

"Getishalight."

Mr. Burhan then passed from before me.

I took my phone to ask for Mila's home address to Fabian. This afternoon I will also pick up Lyra and invite her to leave Fabian mas at once away from her life.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Mom. I'm asking for Mila's home address. I'm there now.]

[Here you go, if you want to go, just go. Don't take Lyra.]

[You don't fuck around, Mila. Lyra is my daughter. You have no right about him!]

[Bak forgot it? Here there will be Fabian mas who are also entitled to Lyra]

[Where is Fabian? I want to talk]

Suddenly the call was cut off.

[Hello! Mila! Hello!]

What else is this? After marrying secretly with Mila, does Fabian intend to take Lyra from me?

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