My madam, my poison

Go, the past

"I'm sorry, it's my business. I won't share it with anyone else" I said.

"If you have financial problems, you just go back to being your son. Even though you are married and have children, you still look OK. Your body has not changed either. You can still wear those sexy clothes back" said Lucy's mom.

"The biggest mistake of my life is that I once worked in a nightlife. I swear by anything I will never set foot in that cursed place again!"

"Have it, don't be so holy. If you really need a job, just meet your mom at the club. Mama will accept you with open arms."

"I'm sorry, ever since I left the nightclub, I assumed our relationship was broken. Don't mention her as my mom in front of me anymore" I said.

"One day you will regret saying this. You're gonna find me and beg me for a job!"

"Thank you for the do'a. I can only pray that Allah will open the door of your heart before Allah gives a painful punishment" I said.

"block! Plok!Plocke!" Lucy clapped her hands three times.

"Your lecture is great. How much do I have to pay for it? A million? Two million?"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. Excuse me."

I passed from in front of Lucy and then headed to the baby supply store which was not far from the pharmacy.

After buying baby diapers and telon oil, I rushed out of the supermarket and returned to my best friend and sister-in-law, Fatimah.

"Sorry, wait a long time. The queue was long" I told Fatimah shortly after entering her room.

"You why? You seem to be really upset."

"Mommy Lucy."

"Why him?"

"I met him at the supermarket."

"Astaghfirullah's. You're not kidding, are you, Ra?"

"There's no point in me lying. Do you want to know what she wants to buy at the supermarket?"

"What did he buy?"

"Contrase tools*si."

"So, he's still not a convert, huh, from his job selling girls' bodies to striped men?"

"It doesn't seem to."

"May Allah be quick to open the door of guidance for him" said Fatimah.

"Amen."

"Oh yeah. How's your new place? If you're uncomfortable, I'll find a hostel or another rented house."

"Thank God, we are comfortable living there. The residents are kind and friendly."

"Thank God. Don't share if you have a problem. I will help as much as I can" said Fatimah.

I nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I'm home first."

"Why rush? Stay at my house sometimes."

"God another time, not today. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful, Ra."

I left Fatimah's room. Not long after I left the house.

*****

It was dusk when I arrived at my hostel. I saw Rahma just got home from work.

"Just come home, Ma," I said.

"Yes, Mother. I was forced to turn down an offer of overtime from my boss because I had to go home to my sister this afternoon, too," Rahma said.

I smile.

"It's okay. God will surely replace it with sustenance from another path."

"Aamiinu. Yes you have, Ma'am. I have to get ready now before the bus out of town stops operating." Rahma passed from before me, and she went into her room. Not long after he was seen out carrying a backpack on his shoulders.

"I'm saying goodbye, Ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum." Rahma took my hand and kissed my lips.

Rahma then passed from before me and left the boarding house.

The night after Isyak, it rained so hard. Suddenly there was the sound of raindrops coming from behind. After I checked, it turned out that the roof of this house was leaking. I rushed to get a bucket from the bathroom to hold the raindrops. I breathed a sigh of relief, only one source of the roof was leaking.

I was just about to lay my body on the bed when suddenly my phone rang short. An incoming message in the conversation app. I grabbed my phone and read the message. Apparently from Fabian.

[From: Fabian]

[Rain like this is good to sleep in a couple]

Uh! I know it was Mila who sent this message.

[From: Fabian]

[Tonight you must be lonely, huh? And miss the husband's caress]

I refuse to reply to that message. I put my phone back on the nightstand. 

A few minutes later, my phone rings again. I chose to ignore the call and go to sleep.

The more I let it, the less my phone stopped ringing. I finally answered the call. Of course after I came out in my room.

[What do you want anyway?]

[This boy why get angry? I'm just lonely or not. If you want, you can stay at my house]

[Until any time I will never want to stay one roof with you!]

[I know, now Mbak Zura is also again confused looking for loan money to pay the boarding place and to eat. Never, don't make it difficult for yourself. Fabian's salary must be enough for both of us. He can be fair to us too]

[I told you, I'd never want to live one roof with you! Don't you understand Indonesian 'huh?]

Click! I ended the conversation without greeting. Karmila is absolutely outrageous! How long will he be a poison in my life?

I just put my phone on the nightstand. A few minutes later my phone rang again. Without looking at the phone screen, I answered the call.

[Otherwise 'huh? Are you deliberately trying to make me angry?]

[Good night, Mother Azzura.]

I looked at my phone screen. Apparently it wasn't Karmila or Fabian who called me, it was the hospital.

[Astaghfirullah. Sorry, Sister. I think someone else called. What's the matter Sister calling me these nights?]

[It relates to a patient on behalf of Sabrina]

[Why my mother, Sister?]

[Your mother is now in the ICU]

[Loh. Why is my mother? The doctor said there was nothing to worry about with my mother.]

[Yes, Mom. But, since the Maghrib, the patient continued to shout hysterically while mentioning Roni's name. When I tried to calm him down, the patient was frightened until he finally fell out of bed. He is now unconscious]

How'this? What am I supposed to do? There's no way this heavy rain is taking Lyra to the hospital. Mr. Prayoga. Yeah, that's the name I should call. 

[Good, Sister. Thanks for the information]

Call disconnected. I also rushed to call Prayoga's phone number.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikum. Sorry, who is this?]

[It's Azzura]

[Yesterday Sabrina, today Azzura, tomorrow who else?]

I was silent for a moment. Why is this woman answering the phone? Where is Mr Prayoga? Did he give her the wrong phone number?

[Hey! Are you quiet? You're Azzura who? You must be a matre woman, right?]

Astarghfirullah's. Who exactly is this woman talking on the phone with me?

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