My madam, my poison

Mother's secret

"Mas can't believe me. But do not let your love blind your heart. Your wife is sweet only when you are at home. When you left, he was being rude to mom" I said.

"Zura, enough! Get out of our house before I do anything rude!" Fabian raised his voice by several octaves.

"Okay, dear Fabian sir. I'm leaving this house. But don't regret if anything happens to your mother! Good morning!"

I could see the face of the mother who had just been silent on her bed. However, I know he heard all of our conversations.

"I'm sorry Zura, Mom. Zura can't take care of mom," I said. I can catch a pair of old female neutrals that have gotten wet. 

"This is Zura bringing you Mother's favorite legit tier. Eat it, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum." I put a box of sweet treats on the table.

I put my foot out of that house. I was surprised to find the sight before me. Several pairs of eyes were seen standing on the porch of the house. Some of them were mothers I had seen chatting at the traveling greengrocer. Realizing my presence, they disbanded.

"Oh, so this is the old wife of the owner of this house. It looks good, but really rude to the honey," said one of the mothers.

"Where are women who want to be combined. Maybe this mother came to this house to ask for her husband's return. But her husband kicked her out. He prefers his younger wife who is younger and still toned." Other mothers chimed.

"May be a good wife let her husband be faithful and not cheat."

"The headscarf is wide, but the behavior is bar-bar."

The sentence after sentence that came out of that mouth really made my heart ache. Why did they hear the scene when Fabian kicked me out? Not when Karmila scolded mom with harsh words?

I stroked the chest while this mouth was incessantly saying the phrase istighfar. After I thought, why respond to their words? Let them think badly of me. God knows who is right and who is wrong.

"I'm sorry, Mothers. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Huuuuuu."

No one answered my greetings. What I heard was that long cry.

Despite being upset, I tried to be indifferent with that less pleasant attitude. I looked once more at the light blue painted house before I actually left it.

"Protect always mother, Lord," I said.

"Mother why?" ask security named Freddy when he sees me crossing the guard post.

"It's okay" I replied briefly.

"Mother's face is very pale."

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired from walking far enough away from block H."

I don't know why my body suddenly feels weak. My eyes also twitched. 

"Mother! Watch out fall!"

Security named Freddy came out of the guard post and ran towards me. Had he not supported me, me and Lyra who were in my arms would have collapsed and fallen.

"Mom sat down first" he said, as he pushed me into the small room. He gave me a bottle of mineral water.

"If you're sick, don't force yourself to travel. Poor baby sister too. What if Mom just fainted and no one helped?" said it.

"I'm not sick. Did you see myself fresh when I came here?" my protest.

"Don't call me father. I'm not married let alone a father."

"So what does he want to be called? Om? Or Uncle?"

"My face looks really old, right?"

I snorted in annoyance. Chatting with this guy ain't no end of his.

"Where are you going?" she asked me when I saw me get out of my seat.

"I still have business."

"This mother is very busy with rich offices" he jokes.

"Thank you for the drinking water. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Mom sure you want to go? What if you pass out on the street?"

"I took a taxi. Not on foot."

Not long after a taxi passed. 

"Hospital, sir," I told the taxi driver.

Ayeh? Why did he call me that? Ah already. Not important things I should think about.

I asked the taxi driver to pull his car over in front of a store. I want to buy mom's favorite meatballs. I remember very well when he was a child he often took me to meatball stalls.

Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the hospital. I rushed to my mother's treatment room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

I was shocked to find someone in there. A tall man and his skin was tanned. He looks like he's feeding mom.

"Getishalight."

"Sorry, Father who?" my many.

"My name is Prayoga. I'm um. this patient's friend. Who's own mom?"

"My name is Azzura. I am the daughter of this patient."

"Brist daughter?" 

I saw both of the man's eyebrows clinging together.

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Prayoga put down the plate and pulled out a chair for me.

"Can we talk, Ma'am?" tanyakanya.

I nodded my head, then sat on the chair.

"Who is this father?" I repeated my question.

"Actually I was a close friend of Sabrina. We've been in a relationship for over a year."

That speech certainly confused me. If indeed Mr Prayoga is a close friend of mother, then who is the man who was with mother when the accident occurred?

"Sorry, Sir. Do you know who the man who was with my mother was in that accident yesterday?" my many.

"Name Roni. He's my nephew."

"So the man who died was, …"

"I think so," cut Mr. Prayoga. He seems to know where I'm talking.

"Only the two of them knew what their relationship was. Sabrina's current situation does not allow us to ask her anything especially about her relationship with the late Roni" said Mr Prayoga.

"Father knows my mother's situation now. He suffered from blindness and amnesia. Why are you so loyal to my mother?"

The middle-aged man smiled.

"I love Sabrina so much. I even plan to propose to him in the near future. However, it seems that at this time God has not allowed us to be together," he said.

Lucky for you to be met with a man as good as Prayoga. However, one thing is still a puzzle. Who exactly is Roni, and what is her mother's relationship with her?

"Sabrina once told me that a few years ago she left her family because her house was on fire and her family business went bankrupt. Perhaps this is a rebuke from God for his sins in the past" said Mr Prayoga.

"Wallahu a'lam, sir. Only God knows" I said.

I turned my eyes to Mom. He was sitting on the patient bed. His gaze was fixed towards the small garden that was behind the treatment room. 

"Mother, I came here with a favorite meal of my mother" I said.

"You who? Why call me mom? And who's this baby?" tanyakanya.

"I'm Azzura. Daughter Mother. And the baby that was in my arms was Mom's granddaughter. Her name is Lyra."

"Azzuraj? A lyra? Uh! Help u! It hurts! My head hurts!" mom screams.

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