My madam, my poison

Restrained by rain

"What's this boy talking about?" 

Karmila chuckled though I could catch the confusion on her face.

"I heard your chat earlier."

"Which chat, Ma'am?" We're not talking about anything in this room" Mila denied.

"What do you mean by kidding with the word eggplant?" 

I saw Mila's eyes round. He covered his confusion by chuckling again.

"Owell, that's anyway. Fabian and I were just joking, Mom. Don't put it to heart." 

Mila chuckled again. He then took back the knife and re-peeled the garlic he would use to make sambal.

"Mila! I'm serious!" 

It was so bad to see Mila who had been crying, not realizing one of my hands was pounding the kitchen table until it was heard by my mother-in-law who was in the middle room.

"Astaghfiullah! What's that sound?"

Mother had now stood in the middle of the kitchen door with a look of wonder.

"It-it-it's okay, ma'am. The frying pan almost fell off. I tried to hold him back," I replied as best I could.

"Son Mila is married?" ask mother.

Mila shook her head.

"Have you worked in the MM office?"

Of course Mila was confused to answer that question.

"Mila first worked in the office, Mom," said Fabian who suddenly appeared in the kitchen room.

"Son Mila is smart to take care of the body, she is also diligent. It's lucky the man who's her husband will."

If you knew, this woman he adored was the second wife of Fabian mas. Do you want to accept it?

"I-i-iya, Mom."

"Where's food? I'm hungry" said Fabian.

So, Fabian mas prefers Mila's eggplant sauce over my chicken opor which he says is unmatched?

"Ehm, it's over soon, Mom. I'm just gonna stick the chili."

With agile Mila began to smooth the mixture of tomatoes, chili, and onion duo in the cobek. Not to forget he also added a paste in it.

A few moments later, Mila's cooking was ready. He then served his cooking on the dining table.

"How's my cooking, Mas?" mila asked shortly after Fabian put a spoonful of food in his mouth.

Fabian said nothing but a finger on his left thumb. On his right hand he used it to eat food. He seemed to be enjoying his lunch.

Since the beginning of marriage, Fabian was more often eat using hands directly than using a spoon. Sunnah prophet said.

Is that Mila's cooking? Until Fabian did not take his eyes off his plate.

"Want to try it too?" Mila raised the bowl of fried eggplant to thrust towards me. Of course I refused it.

"I don't like sambal" I said.

"You always said Zura's cooking was second to none. Why do you compliment the food of son Mila?" mother protest.

"Ehm.I mean their cooking is both delicious."

Suddenly Lyra who was in my arms was crying.

"Maybe Lyra's thirsty, Nduk," said Mother. 

"Lyra just suckled Mom."

"Here let me carry. Maybe he's bored."

Bored of? Do you know anything about parenting a child? Marry not yet.

Though somewhat objecting, I let Mila take over Lyra from my sling. Unexpectedly, my little daughter was silent as well.

"really right? He must be tired of being carried by his mother.."

"It looks like Lyra's comfortable in Mila's arms" said the mother.

"I like kids, Mom."

You don't go to Ge eR. It must have been a coincidence that Lyra just kept quiet that you carried her. Astarghfirullah's. Since Mila's arrival in this house, I've been constantly grumbling and thinking ill of her. Forgive me, O God.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound from the sky. The weather that was clear now turned cloudy.

"It looks like it's raining. Let me pick up your clothes." Mom got out of her seat but Mila forbade her. I understand very well, he must be trying to take my mother-in-law's heart.

"Mother just sit here, let me lift the clothesline mbak Zura," he said. He returned Lyra to me.

"Mas! Mas Fabian! Help dong. I'm having trouble bringing this much clothesline!" mira shouted from the direction of the courtyard.

Fabian was about to leave the dining table. This time I held him. I just moved Lyra into her lap and came out to Mila.

"Where is Fabian? How come the mother's out?" his protest when he saw me suddenly stood in front of him.

I refused to respond to his words. All I did was take over the basket with the dry clothes from his hands and bring it into the house.

"Just like this isn't strong!" 

Although it was slow, I'm sure Mila heard it.

"I'm going home now. It's gonna be raining soon."

I swear by whatever it is that I want from now on.

"You can take a taxi, right?" my many.

"Can't do it dong. I came with Fabian. I also have to get her home."

"Let usher Fabian, Nduk. It's too bad he's waiting for a taxi to suddenly rain." Mom chiming.

Just now the word rain slid from mother's mouth, it suddenly rained so heavily.

"Son Mila wait until the rain subsides first" said the mother.

I was relieved when Mila came home. Why does it suddenly rain? Can't it rain later, God? What if the rain doesn't stop until the afternoon. Or even until night? 

"Lyra's asleep. Put him in the room first" said Fabian. He left the dining table and went into our room.

"I go to the room first" I told my mother. 

I thought this was a chance to have a one-on-one talk about the chat with Mila in the kitchen.

I'm a little disappointed. Arriving in the room I found Fabian sleeping next to Lyra. 

I silently looked at his face.

A man who is not only handsome. He is compassionate, patient, and hardworking. After the difficult times that we have managed to go through the past ten years, why do I feel this ship is starting to falter?

Unbeknownst to me that warm circle suddenly dripped from the corner of my eye.

"Why are you, Dek?" 

I was shocked. Apparently Fabian didn't really sleep. I quickly wiped my tears before Fabian saw it.

"I-I can't, Mom. I can't."

"What can't?"

"I can't share the love with Mila."

The clear circle was now flowing profusely soaked my cheeks.

"Deck, understand. I do this not because of lust. I am running a mandate from someone. You know that, right? Is trust a responsibility?"

"Have Mas and Mila ever done anything that was religiously forbidden?" my question is full of search.

"What do you mean, Deck?" 

I saw both eyebrows of Fabian's mas linked.

"I overheard your conversation back in the kitchen."

"Owalaah. We were just kidding. Don't put it to heart."

That answer was exactly what I heard from Mila's mouth.

"So, why did Mas say Mila already knew eggplant ehm, …"

"Mas was just kidding. I mean, we already have Lyra, so she must know what I mean."

Even though that reason makes sense, I still don't like Fabian and Mila talking about it.

"Here, mas kelonin. Outside of the heavy rain. It must be anget if we are, …"

"Sorry, Mas. Not that I refused. I don't feel good about mom if we're alone in the room this afternoon."

I know Fabian was very disappointed. He turned his back and hugged the tiny body of Lyra who was still asleep. 

I looked outwards.

It turns out my worries really happened. It was almost Maghrib, but the rain did not stop. Did Mila have to stay in this house because it was held back by the rain?

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