My madam, my poison

Unyielding

Where should I find Mila's home address? 

"Silence Zura. Don't freak. That won't solve the problem" I murmured.

I thought for a moment until suddenly my memory was fixed on the receipt of the down payment of the house that I found in the box that Fabian kept under the closet.

I tried hard to remember the name of the house. Housing Ed.. Ed. That's her! The name of the housing is listed in the receipt. Although Fabian denied that the house was bought for Mila, I did not believe him. I'm sure it's Mila's house.

"Edelweiss House, sir," I told the taxi driver. I'm sure all taxi drivers know where the address is.

"Good, Mom."

About fifteen minutes later the taxi dropped me in front of a gate with a large letter. "GODELWEISS REGENCY".

Ckckck, from the name alone it is visible if the price of the house in this place must be enough to drain the bag. Yes, even though Fabian paid for it in installments.

I got out of the taxi, then I stepped my foot towards the guard post near the gate. Looks like a man who may not be his age is far from the Darren mas. Uh! Why do I remember my brother? How's it going now? Does he really not want to recognize me as his sister anymore?

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir," I said to the man in uniform. I embroidered the name on his left chest, "FREDDY"

Loh, how is his name similar to someone who is again viral on social media? 

"Focus, Zura. Focus up! You're here to pick up Lyra. Not for fooling around," I murmured.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Can I help you, Mom?" 

"I came here to find my friend's house called Karmila."

"Wait a minute."

The burly security then took out a large book from the drawer and opened it. It looks like the book contains data on homeowners in the housing complex.

"Sorry, Mom. From the data written in this book, there is no homeowner on behalf of Karmila. There's Kartini, Kartono, and 

Karsun."

I refrained from laughing. Even though I know that security is trying to make me joke.

"Are you not wrong? Try checking again. Maybe Karmila's name is under Kartono's name."

"Haha!" Freddy who knows his last name laughed.

"Mother don't joke around. I'm being serious about this."

"Sorry, Mom. I'm from the sonnae it is like this. It's hard to be serious," he joked.

Security checked the book again. In fact, the name Karmila is not listed in it.

"Mom may have the wrong address. What I received was probably a fake address. Ahhaha!"

Yes Rabb! What sins did your servant meet with such a sly person?

"Yes, I'm serious now. Has your friend been living in this house for a long time?"

"Not for so long. Maybe it's only been about two or three months."

"If I may know, who is the owner of the house on the block?"

"Father of Adam, Mr. Jordan, Mr. Ari, Mr. Wibowo."

Poh. What are the names of all the artists? Security must be kidding again.

"Mother can you be serious?" my protest.

"I'm serious Mom. If you don't believe me, just look at the names of the homeowners in this H block" he said, thrusting the book at me.

Apparently true. The names are written there. But wait! At the bottom number of the homeowner in block H was written the name of Fabian's father. I don't know why I'm so sure Fabian is Fabian. I understand now, maybe Fabian mas on behalf of this house with his own name because the terms of applying for home ownership credit must be a person who has a job and a large salary.

"How, Ma. Do you believe in me now?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, sir."

"Mother sinned."

"Why?"

"Believe in God alone, do not be with me. Haha." Freddy chuckles.

"Yes already, sir. I want to find my friend's house in block H."

"So Mom was looking for Karmila. I said the name wasn't in the book. Why do you want to look for her?"

"I just remembered, my friend's husband's name was Kartono. Thank ye. Assalamu'alaikum."

I got out of the guard post. Then I stepped my feet through this spacious enough housing. After walking far enough, I finally entered a large board that read block H.

Uh! Why didn't I ask for the house number on Fabian's behalf?

From where I was standing I suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying. Her cries sounded quite loud, making anyone who heard her pity. I remember well, it was the sound of my daughter's crying, Lyra. Apparently the sound came from the house numbered 003. No doubt, it must be the house Fabian bought for Mila.

I hurried my way to the porch of the light blue painted house. What happened to my daughter until she cried so hard?

I immediately slammed the front door of the house. However, it seemed that Lyra's crying sound was louder than the knocking sound of the door. The occupants of the house did not come out even though I had repeatedly knocked on the door. I finally turned the doorknob and pushed it.

"Liara!" my screams. My heart aches not to play to find the sight that is in front of my eyes. Lyra, a two-month-old baby was left lying on the sofa unaccompanied by anyone.

"Mas Fabian! Too bad for you, Mas!" my yelling.

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