My madam, my poison

Heart thief

The sudden appearance of our mother surprised us. Didn't Mom go to the tomb? Why are you back?

"Zura told me Mom went to the tomb. Didn't you go there?" ask Fabian.

"Mom's head is suddenly dizzy" he replied.

"Who is this woman?" ask the mother when she finds a foreign woman sitting on the living room sofa.

"Ehm, he-he, …"

"My name is Karmila, ma'am. I'm ca-ca- …"

"Karmila's my partner, ma'am," cut Fabian's mas. 

True allegations. Mas Fabian did not want to be frank about his desire to marry again. Does she really want to hide her marriage to Karmila? 

I think this is reasonable. My mother-in-law had a heart attack when she heard that my father-in-law had died from a fall at work. Maybe Fabian was worried that I would experience the same thing if I heard the shocking news.

"Oh." Mother nodded in understanding.

"If you're dizzy, you'd better get some rest."

What the fuck? How dare Mila call my mother-in-law mother.

I intend to accompany my mother into the room. But unexpectedly Mila moved from her seat and took the hand of her mother and invited her into the room.

"I've given the headache medicine to mom. I just happened to keep it in my bag" Mila said shortly after leaving the guest room.

After saying that he had fallen in love with Fabian, now he was trying to take the heart of his mother. I, huh? I'm following your game, Mila.

"Not hungry?" asked Mila in a spoiled tone. I want to puke on it.

"It just so happened that this morning I had a little breakfast" replied Fabian.

"I made Masakin, huh?" 

Without a nod of the head from my husband, the glowing-faced woman suddenly barged into the dining room.

"Wait!" my sergeant.

"Why, Mommy?" tanyanya plain sok.

"You are a guest in this house. So don't go in without the permission of the host."

"Now I'm getting married to Fabian. This house will be my home too."

The deg! It was as if my heart stopped beating. Am I ready if I really have to share my husband with Mila?

"Why shut up, Ma'am?" her tanyak makes me shocked.

"You don't have to bother cooking. The chicken cooker that I just cooked is still quite a lot left. I just need to warm it up" I said.

"What you don't know, warmed coconut food is not good for health because it contains high cholesterol."

Suddenly Mila was speaking like a health practitioner.

"I'll cook again. Is it okay, Mas?" tanyakanya. I saw Fabian nod in agreement.

It was very interesting to pull his hand so as not to enter this favorite part of my house. But I was forced to undo my intentions when suddenly Lyra's cry sounded. After falling asleep for a long time, my little girl woke up.

"It's so pretty that Lyra's grandpa."

I was almost aghast when I heard that voice behind me. How dare he enter this room.

"Well, are you here? Didn't you want to cook?" my many.

"I heard Lyra's voice crying. So I turn here."

"Hi, Lyra is beautiful" she said.

"That's not the way to greet him" I protested.

Suddenly my daughter's cries subsided. He chuckled as Mila covered her face then reopened it more precisely playing ci luk ba.

"Call me Ma.ma." he said.

This blood was boiling when I heard that sentence slipping from Mila's lips.

"Don't teach my child that no!" my snapping.

"Well why, Ma'am? If I was married to Fabian, I would indirectly be a mother, Lyra said. Isn't that right, Mas?"

I looked towards the door. Apparently Fabian was standing there. Fabian didn't shake, didn't even nod.

I lifted Lyra's body from the bed and then grabbed her and prepared to give her breast milk.

"Dih, just had one child just how saggy is that?" mila said as she saw Lyra begin to sip the chewy flesh on my chest.

Uncomfortable with her words, I covered my chest with my hijab.

"Let's go, help me cook in the kitchen," he whined again with a spoiled, contrived voice.

"I'm sorry, there's some office work I need to get done right away." I smiled happily when Fabian refused his invitation.

"Come on, just for a second. I don't dare be in the kitchen alone."

"When is this spoiled or deliberately want to attract the attention of Fabian mas really?" gertutuku.

I don't know why my heart suddenly felt hot when I saw them walking side by side towards the kitchen. What if they make out in the kitchen? Or even…

Really, right now I'm trying to brush off bad thoughts about them. 

I looked at Lyra's face and then I stuck the back of my hand on her forehead. Thank God, the heat has gone down.

Suddenly there was a giggling sound coming from the kitchen. Whose voice would it be if it wasn't Fabian and Mila?

Astarghfirullah's. Just this instant my head was about to explode. Then, what if I had to look at their affection in plain sight?

I took the shawl and carried Lyra. I can't stand that sound anymore. I got out of the room and walked slowly to the kitchen. 

I know now what makes them giggle.

I saw Karmila washing the eggplant. 

"Mas, bigger is this eggplant or yours?" joking. 

"And you already know, Dek," 

Mas Fabian chuckled.

What did I hear just now? What do you mean by Fabian's words if Mila already knows her 'plants?

Do they. Astarghfirullah.

I tried to regulate my irregular heartbeat.

"Mbak Zura, …"

Mila seemed to have noticed my presence. Both of them kept their distance.

"Ma-ma-af-s. I have to get to my workroom." Mas Fabian got up from the kitchen table and walked towards his study.

"Mas Fabian likes eggplant sambal not Mbak?" ask Mila. 

I actually don't want to answer that question. But there's no point in me lying either. I finally nodded my head.

"Switch a little or a lot, Ma'am?" ask again.

"Fabians from small do not like eating too spicy," said the mother who suddenly appeared in the kitchen room.

"Mom's up?" my many.

"After taking the medicine from Nak Mila, the mother's head went off. I'm hungry now."

"I happen to be cooking. I just have to make the sauce."

I saw Mila just drained the eggplant she had just fried.

"Mom ate Azzura's food." 

A smile fell on my lips when I heard that sentence. Mom prefers my cooking over Mila's.

"Let me warm the chicken again" I said.

"This is Lyra with grandma" said the mother as she took over Lyra from my sling.

Mom moved out of the kitchen. This is a great time to have a one-on-one talk with Mila. What exactly was the meaning of the chat I heard in this room.

"Mila, …"

"Yes, Mommy."

Mila put down the onion she was peeling and then turned her eyes to me.

"How far are you from Fabian?" my question is full of search.

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