My madam, my poison

Life must continue

"Mas Fabian.. Mila…"

Yep. The two visitors who had just entered the store were Fabian and Karmila. Although I have decided to stay away from Fabian's life, I can not deny if the feeling of jealousy still rushes to fill my chest cavity.

"Well..that's Fabian mas and Melly's mom here too anyway?" ask Mum Pure. To her Mila is Melly. Because, that name was mentioned by Mila when the two first met in the hospital.

Yes Rabb... What should I tell Pure Ma'am? Is it time I told him the truth about who the woman who claimed to be named Melly was?

Suddenly the phone of Pure Mom rang. He hurried to answer the call.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I have to go now. I just remember today I had to attend a meeting in the district," said Bu Murni.

Thank you, my Lord. You are giving help at the right time. I don't know how many more lies I would have told Pure Ma'am had she not answered that phone call.

"Eh, Ma'am Zura shopping here too? Does he have money?" his lips.

"I'm just shopping a little bit."

"Okay, what a pity Ma'am's life. Shopping seems to think. Look, Fabian just got paid. All this month's paychecks are given to me." 

Mila took out tens of thousands of pieces of money from her bag and showed them to me.

I replied with a faint smile on my lips.

"It's money to buy milk and Lyra's needs" said Fabian, offering me two hundred thousand bills. 

"Don't use it for eating, Ma'am. The money is only for Lyra's purposes" Mila said.

"Thank you." I received the two hundred thousand rupiah and kept it in my bag.

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I came here to buy maternity clothes. I'm late for the moon."

Getting pregnant? Is she pregnant so fast?

"Oh yeah. When you were pregnant, was Fabian romantic? He is getting more romantic now. Whatever I ask is always obeyed. Hopefully our baby will be a boy" Mila said.

I responded again with a faint smile.

"Can I hold Lyra?" ask Fabian.

I nodded my head. Although it hurt me, Fabian is Lyra's real father. I'm not going to teach my daughter to hate her real father.

Just a moment in his arms, Lyra suddenly cried. Was he uncomfortable being around his father?

"His mother hated Mas. It's certain that she wanted Lyra's mind to hate her father too" Mila said.

"So your mouth, Mila! Although I was disappointed in Fabian, I never once taught Lyra to hate her father!"

"The evidence is pretty clear. Lyra is no longer comfortable in Mas's arms" Mila said.

"I'm done picking clothes. I pay first at the cashier" I said as I took over Lyra from Fabian's sling.

"If the money is less than I owe it," ledek Mila.

"no need. My money is enough."

I passed from before them and walked towards the cashier.

"How much is everything, Ma'am?" ask me at the cashier after counting my groceries

"Three hundred thousand rupiah."

I took five hundred thousand bills out of my bag and gave them to the cashier.

"Three hundred thousand only, Ma'am," said the cashier.

"The two hundred thousand just put it in the charity box" I said.

"Goddessa. May Allah provide much for the family."

"Aamiin's."

Yep. The two hundred thousand dollars are

the money Fabian gave me for Lyra. Ever since I decided to leave Fabian, I've swore to myself that I would never take any more money from him. I'm sure I can live without it.

"Look at Mas. My wife has no heart. Lyra's money is in the charity box."

I looked up at them before leaving the store.

I took a taxi back to take me to my house.

I was shocked when the taxi suddenly stopped. 

"Why do we stop, sir?" ask the taxi driver.

"Ahead there was an accident, Ma'am."

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un."

"Who's in the accident, sir?" ask the taxi driver to one of the policemen who is managing traffic around the scene of the accident.

"The silver-colored sedan car collided with the truck. From eyewitness accounts, the car drove at that speed until it finally lost control" police said.

The accident caused a long traffic jam. I don't know why I'm so curious to see what's going on out there. Moreover, the car was exactly the same as the car that hit the back of the taxi I was riding in this morning. I finally decided to get out of the cab and get through the crowd.

"How's the victim doing, sir?" I asked the middle-aged man who was in the crowd.

"The male victim died on the spot, while the female victim suffered severe injuries, especially in the head," the man explained.

Not long after the ambulance arrived. Both victims who had been successfully removed from the car were then taken to the white car.

My body trembled violently with hands and feet that suddenly felt cold as two stretchers flashed right in front of me. My eyes widened as I looked at the woman's face.

"Mother!" my sudden scream invited the attention of several pairs of eyes that were in that place.

"Do you know this woman?" ask one of the police.

"Yes, Sir. She is my real mother" I replied in a trembling voice.

"Both victims will be taken to hospital. Please if Mbak wants to follow," said the police.

"Good, sir."

Yes Rabb, how is this? Do I have to go back to the hospital?

Suddenly my mind was on Darren's brother. He is the only family I have.

I took my phone and called Fatimah's number.

The tones continued to be heard, but Fatimah never answered my call. Not Azzura if you give up easily.

I kept calling Fatimah's cell phone number until someone heard her voice from across the street.

[Hello]

I remember the baritone's voice. He's my real brother, Darren.

[What else are you calling?]

[Please forget for a moment the grudge in Brother's heart]

[No need to beat around the bush. What do you want to say? I'll tell Fatimah. He just went to sleep]

[It's about our mother, brother]

[Mother? What's with mom? He left home when my father went bankrupt. I never expected to see my mother again. I even assumed that mom was gone]

[Our mother is still alive, sister]

[What do you mean?]

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