My madam, my poison

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The sound of baby crying is heard from the delivery room along with the morning adhan that reverberates. Darren who had slept in front of the room suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

"Congratulations, Sir. My father's baby was born. Women, healthy and perfect" said the doctor.

"Woman, Doc? My wife has done USG several times and our baby is a boy. Why are babies born?" darren Protest.

"It often occurs in some cases of pregnancy. The results of female ultrasound, but babies born male or vice versa," explained the doctor.

Darren fell silent. Disappointment was clearly visible on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the doctor as he passed in front of him. Although a little lazy, he forced himself into the delivery room.

"Please Mr. Adzani first daughter of the Father," said the nurse while giving the baby is still red to him. 

After pitting for the baby, Darren gave it back to the nurse to be transferred to the newborn's special room.

"Mas why? It doesn't seem very happy with the birth of our daughter" Fatimah said.

"You know. I have always wanted a boy very much. But you gave birth to a daughter."

"Istighfar, Mother. Both men and women are under God's care. We must accept it with sincerity" said Fatimah.

The mood was silent for a moment.

"What would you like to name our child?" ask Fatimah.

"As far as you are," Darren replied flatly.

"What about Anisa?"

"I told you whatever!"

"Why did Mas become a delicious kufr like this? Didn't Mas himself say we have to be good at giving thanks so that our favors increase?"

"I'm just preparing a boy's name. Would you like to use that name for her?" gerutu Darren was annoyed.

"Yes, our son's name is Anisa. It's good too."

"As far as you are!" Darren got out of his seat, he left the room."

Fatimah took her cell phone. He was about to contact his old friend, Azzura.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Fatima.]

[Guildingsalam, Ra.]

[Have you given birth?]

[Already, Alhamdulillah]

[Alhamdulillah. Wait for. From the tone of your voice it seems you are less excited. Your baby was born normally, right? Male or female?]

[Thank God I gave birth normally. My baby girl]

[Alhamdulillah. I could be Lyra's friend]

[Mas Darren, Ra. Mas Darren]

[Why with Darren's brother? He must be happy to have become a father]

[It doesn't seem so]

[What do you mean?]

[From a long time ago Darren wanted boys. It seems she was disappointed when she found out the baby I gave birth to was a girl. He doesn't even care about our baby names]

[Now where is Brother Darren? I want to talk to him]

[Come, Ra. She just left this room without telling me where she was going]

[You are patient. Doctors say, mothers who have just given birth should not be depressed let alone stress because it will affect their breast milk. I can only help pray that Brother Darren will open his heart and accept your daughter. Oh yeah, what's your son's name?]

[I gave her the name Annisa]

[God, what a name]

Suddenly the sound of baby crying.

[Lyra wake up, huh, Ra? Sorry, calling you this early. Other than you, I don't know who to share with]

[Don't talk about it. You're Darren's wife, which means my brother too. Besides Lyra's used to waking up before six in the morning]

[Yes already. Maybe you should prepare the necessities for your husband]

[I don't live with my husband anymore]

[What?! So where do you live now?]

[I live in a boarding house]

[The plan is so]

[Why, Ra? Lyra is only two months old. Why are you so long?]

[Later when we meet, I'll tell you everything]

[Alright. We'll connect again. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Capitaly]

Call disconnected.

*****

Darren is in the park far from the hospital. The birth that should be something happy, for him is a disappointment.

Darren circulated his gaze in the garden. At six in the morning the park is not so crowded. Only a few people who were jogging around the park and some food vendors who have been selling daily around the park. Suddenly the netraannya caught the figure of Widya. Nineteen-year-old girl who had been his student, as well as his admirer.

Darren intends to quickly leave the place before Widya sees him. But late. Widya apparently first realized her existence in the park.

"Sir Darren!" 

The shiny black long-haired girl ran over to Darren. He was seen wearing a sports shirt and sneaker shoes. Behind him a middle-aged man followed him.

"Good morning, sir," he said

"Good morning."

"Mother is jogging too? But I don't wear sports clothes."

"No. I'm just looking for some fresh air."

"Wait on! If I look at your face, you seem to be upset and disappointed. You're fighting with your wife, right?"

"No, Widya. I just want to get some fresh air."

"It's still morning, sir. The air inside the house is still fresh. You are honest. Must have been a storm with your wife, keep you going to this park."

"Good morning. You know each other apparently," said the middle-aged man whose face resembled Widya's. Maybe that man was his father.

"Good morning, sir."

"This father is Widya's college buddy?" ask the tall man.

"No, Dad. Mr. Darren is a lecturer at the Widya campus." Suddenly Widya whispered something in the man's ear. I don't know what he said to make a man ya g called father to grill his head.

"Oh, so. Mr. Darren is great. Young people have become teachers. My daughter deserves to admire you so much" he said.

"Meet me Widya's father. Just call Om Prayoga" he said, extending his right hand toward Darren.

"Darren." Darren shook Prayoga's hand.

"Ehm, Mr. Darren must not have had breakfast. How about we have breakfast together? Let me treat. Near this park is my chicken porridge shop. After jogging I always stop by there."

"It-it-it-it's not necessary, sir. Just later. I'm not hungry yet."

Suddenly a distinctive sound from Darren's stomach indicates that he is being attacked by hunger. Darren just remembered the last time he ate was lunch yesterday before going to the hospital to accompany Fatimah to give birth.

"Mr don't refuse. Tuh, the worms in your stomach have protested." Widya chuckles.

"Come, sir."

Mr. Prayoga walks to the chicken porridge shop. Darren had no choice but to follow his invitation.

"Sir Darren has been a lecturer for how many years?" ask Mr. Prayoga between breakfasts.

"It's been a while, sir."

Suddenly the sound of a cell phone ringing from the pocket of Prayoga's pants. With a swift Widya took the phone, he then observed the screen of the phone.

"This woman again! Hufta!" gerrutu annoyed. He then pressed the red button which meant rejecting the call.

"Why rejected?" pak Prayoga protest.

"I don't like Dad being with this girl named Sabrina!" yells.

I don't know why Darren suddenly choked on his food.

"Sabrina?" muttered.

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