My madam, my poison

Wisdom behind the disaster

Mr. Prayoga got out of the room and called the doctor who was on the side of the mother's room.

"Doctor! Help u! Patient in the treatment room 118 in pain again."

The doctor who handled the mother rushed into the room.

"For the time being it is best not to make the patient think too hard. Because he will feel great pain in his head," said the doctor shortly after examining the mother.

"What amnesia did my mother have, Doc?" my many.

"Based on the results of the examination, the patient has dissociative amnesia. Namely a situation where the patient loses his memory to detail though," explained the doctor. 

"So, my mother will forever lose her memory?" ask again.

The doctor nodded slowly which meant answering "yes".

I ventured to approach my mother when she was no longer in pain.

"I came here to bring you my favorite meal" I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

I can't believe the woman I called the mother was interested in the plastic package I put on the table.

"I want to eat it now" he said.

I swiftly moved the meatballs that were now not too hot from the plastic into the bowl.

"Mom want me to steam?" my many.

"No need. You must be bothering to carry your baby."

"This baby is your grandson, Mother," I murmured inwardly. Mother then grabbed the bowl containing the meatballs. He then ate it with greatness.

"Ehm, Son Zura…"

Suddenly Mr. Prayoga called me.

"Yes, sir."

"What if I pay people to keep Sabrina here? I know Nak Zura can't stay in this hospital too long by asking and ehm…"

"His name is Lyra, sir," I said.

"Lyra is so small, it's not good to be in the hospital for too long. While busy I can not keep it all day," said Mr Prayoga.

"For Sabrina's treatment cost problem, Nak Zura didn't have to worry. I'll bear it all, '" he added.

"But, Sir. She is my real mother. It is my duty to care for and bear all the costs of his care."

"It's okay, son. I've also got people willing to look after Sabrina."

Thank you, Lord, thank you. When I was confused to think about the cost of the mother's hospital, you brought the servant to a man as good as Prayoga.

"Thank you, sir. May Allah repay your kindness" I said.

"Amen. Oh yeah, where does Zura live?" tanyakanya.

"I-ehm.I live in a boarding house not far from the LR textile factory."

"Lohs. Does Nak Zura have a home? Where does Lyra's dad work? Sorry if I asked so much."

I took a breath before answering that question. 

"I have no place to live, sir. My house burned down about a week ago and can't be occupied anymore. If his father is Lyra..ehm…"

"Why, Son? ask Mr. Prayoga curious.

"Me and Lyra's father no longer live together."

"You mean Zura, …"

"Really, Sir. I decided to leave his father Lyra because he married another woman without my permission and knowledge. I cannot forgive a betrayal."

"It's stupid that man leaves his wife as good as Nak Zura" said Mr Prayoga.

I smiled blandly.

"Maybe our soul mate just got here, sir."

"What Nak Zura did was right. Be strong and have principles. Don't be trampled by anyone."

"Yes.good. I'm going there now" he said before saving his phone back.

"Sorry, Son Zura. I have to go now. There is work, "he said. I nodded in understanding.

"Perhaps soon the person I asked to keep Sabrina arrived at this hospital" said Mr Prayoga.

"Once again I say thank you for all the goodness of the Father," I said.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly in response to my words.

"Oh yeah. Maybe Nak Sabrina can record my phone number to make it easier for us to communicate," he said as he thrust his phone at me. I also copied his phone number on my phone.

"Yes, I go first. If the person guarding Sabrina has come, Nak Zura can go home. Poor Lyra's sister lingered in the hospital. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Mr. Prayoga turned the doorknob and then pulled it. At the same time, a woman was standing in the middle of the door. Looking at her face, she was a few years older than my mother-in-law, but younger than my mother-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered simultaneously.

"Well, this is the guy who's gonna take care of Sabrina. His name is Mbok Sumi," explained Mr. Prayoga. I nodded in understanding.

Sumi's appearance is reasonable like a woman her age. He wore a long shirt and batik-patterned rags, while his head was covered in a hijab.

"I'm sorry, who is this mom?" askinya.

"My name is Azzura, Mbok. I am Sabrina's mother's daughter. Sorry, if I trouble Mbok. I have a baby, so I can't linger let alone stay in this hospital" I said.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I know Mr. Prayoga well. He used to sew clothes in my place."

"Mbok Sumi can sew?" my many.

"It used to be, Ma'am. But not anymore."

"Well, why, Mbok?" 

"My vision has started to blur. I have trouble seeing small things. Some of my customers say if my stitches are not as neat as they used to be, they also do not twice do not want to pay the sewing fee on the grounds that the dress model is not on demand. Slowly my customers left me until I finally completely stopped sewing" Sumi said.

"It's a shame, Mbok. So what's Mbok's job now?"

"Anything, Ma'am. The important thing is that I can eat and support myself. I was often asked to cook rice in the house of a neighbor who had a holiday. It is not uncommon for me to be asked to care for the sick or wait in the hospital as Mr. Prayoga asks now."

"Nak Zura. Mbok Sumi.I'm sorry, Assalamu'alaikum, I'll excuse you" said Mr. Prayoga.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered simultaneously.

Mr. Prayoga then left the mother's care room.

"I picked up my mother, Mbok," I said.

"Good, Ma'am. I'll definitely take care of Sabrina's mom as best I can."

"If there is need for anything, Mbok call the doctor or nurse only," I said.

"Good, Ma'am."

I walked over to my mother.

"Mom, if there's any need for anything with Sumi's mbok huh. I'll go home first." I broke mom's hand and then I pecked her back.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Sumi.

I walked out of my mother's nursery. My feelings are a little calm now. There is someone who keeps the mother in there and Mr. Prayoga with his generosity is willing to bear all the costs of maternal care.

Thank you Lord, behind the trials You have given me, You have also brought good people around me.

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