My madam, my poison

Double-faced

Really, the chatter I just heard from the mothers who were shopping at the traveling greengrocer was quite disturbing to my mind. What are they talking about is Mila and mom? Has Mila not been taking good care of her mother?

I hastened my steps to leave the crowd of mothers who were busy gossiping about it. I can't wait to get to the H block. The place where Fabian, Mila, and my mother-in-law live. I want to prove my curiosity soon.

I just got to block F, when suddenly the black car appeared and drove at low speed. A car that is no stranger to me. Yes, that car is Fabian's car. Netra we had a chance to meet before Fabian pulled over his car and moved from the steering wheel.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Deck. um. Azzura."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas. Um.pak Fabian."

For the first time we greeted each other with a different call. 

"Where are you going?" ask Fabian

"I want to see Mom."

"You don't have to worry, Mila takes good care of her and takes good care of her."

"Sir Fabian sure?"

My tongue felt strange as it called out to the man who was now standing before me as "Sir". But, it seemed that the call was the one that was worthy of him. Is he really a father?

"Why are you saying that?"

"So I heard the chatter of mothers who were shopping at a traveling greengrocer, they talked about a daughter-in-law who liked to act and said rudely to her mother-in-law."

"So, you're accusing that son-in-law of Mila? I saw for myself Mila treated mom so well. After all, the daughter-in-law in this residential area is not just Mila. Maybe what they're talking about is someone else. I know you don't like Mila. But don't always think badly of him. He's not as bad as you think" Fabian said.

"But, …"

"Assalamu'alaikum, father's pity," he said to Lyra. Don't smile, my little girl is crying.

Fabian took Lyra from my sling and landed a kiss on her forehead.

Instead of being silent, her cries sounded louder and louder.

"This is your father, honey. Why are you being like this? Did you teach him to hate me?"

"Astaghfirullah's. What is this Fabian sir talking about. I swear by anything, never taught Lyra to hate let alone take revenge on her father. He's so small anyway, he's not sure what's going on right now."

"Digendong just won't!" gerutu. I took Lyra back from her carrier.

"I'll let you see mom. But, don't make a fuss in our house" Fabian said.

"Your wife is easily angered" I said.

"It has. I have to go now."

Mr. Fabian pulled the car door handle and got into it. The car just passed from in front of us. Without greeting or hand wave from the driver. Fabian Yusuf has changed. He is no longer the Fabian Yusuf I know.

I got up from that place and walked towards block H. My heart was pounding as I got closer to the light blue painted house. I didn't hear any noise let alone a rude speech from inside. Maybe what they're talking about is not Mila and mom.

I was just about to knock on the front door of Mila's house when suddenly there was a sound like a glass or plate falling on the floor.

"Maybe Mila accidentally dropped the plate while washing it," I thought.

"How many pieces of furniture have you cracked in these three days, huh? Do you think the furniture in this house was bought with leaves?

My body suddenly trembled. Not wrong again, the voice I just heard was the voice of Karmila. If Fabian has gone to work, it means he's only with mom. So right, what you're talking about is Mila and mom? Does Mila often happen and say harshly to him?

Knock on the front door hard enough.

"Who?"

I intentionally did not answer. If I knew I was coming, Mila wouldn't have opened the door for me.

Once again I hit the front door of Mila's house. This time I banged him. Apparently my actions managed to lure Mila out.

I was able to catch the panic on her face when I saw that I was suddenly standing before her.

"So this is how you treated mom when Fabian wasn't home?"

"What's this boy talking about? I'm-i'm, …"

"It turns out true that the mothers of the residents of this housing complex said that 

you've been so rude to mom."

"That's not true, Ma'am. I take good care of my mother. She was like my own mother."

"Omong empty! I heard you scolded mom after she dropped the glass."

"What do you mean Mommy? Mama misunderstood. I was angry that a cat was stealing my food at the dinner table. The cat nudged the glass from the table and fell."

"You think I believe what you say?"

I barged into Mom's room even though Mila was trying to get in my way.

"This brat has no manners huh? Enter people's homes without excuse."

I don't care what he says. I just stepped my foot into a room that I believed was my mother's room.

"Stop! I'm not letting you into this room!" 

Mila ran towards the door and spread out her hands on the tightly closed door.

"Surge!" I pushed Mila's body. Indeed, compared to me, Mila has a shorter posture than me.

"This boy really doesn't have manners, does he?"

I quickly turned the doorknob and pushed it. Right I thought, Mila lied. The falling glass did not come from the direction of the kitchen, but from this room. The broken glass was still on the floor.

"Look at. I'm gonna tell Fabian what you did!" 

"Please. Fabian won't believe in Ma'am anymore. In her eyes I was the best wife. It's no longer worth anything to him!"

"Carmilla. You, …!"

This anger is unstoppable anymore. I raised both my hands and prepared to throw them into Mila's face. I had no idea someone was holding my hand and gripping it pretty firmly.

"Mas... Fabian?"

"I'm not sure you won't make a fuss in this house. That's why I'm back in this house!" 

"Sir Zura came and suddenly scolded me, Mas. He even broke a glass in my room. Hu..hu...hu…"

"That's slander! I heard from the outside that your beloved wife is scolding you for dropping a glass."

"I know you never liked me before. But don't slander me this cruel. Hu..hu...hu…"

"Remove your tears, Mila! Don't turn the facts around!" myrag.

"Mas, tell him to go. I'm afraid our baby's been wondering if he's lingering in our house. Hu..hu...hu…"

I knew the crying was just pretending. He deliberately wanted to knock me out in front of Fabian.

"By Allah, everything Mila said was not true. I heard Mila, …"

"Azzura bint Prasetya! Enough's enough! Get out of our house now!" snapped Fabian.

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