My madam, my poison

Fretted

I moved out of my room. I saw my mother-in-law and Mila still chatting in the living room. I don't know what their topic was that made my mother laugh.

"Mom thinks you're sleeping, Nduk," said the mother.

I shook my head slowly.

"Cold this must be good to drink ginger wedang," said Mila.

"Did Mila really make it?" ask mother.

"Can, Mom. Surely Mbak Zura likes to buy instant drinks that are sold in stalls, right?" the tanyanya is half-literate.

Adzan's voice suddenly resounded.

"Wake Fabian first, let's lead congregational prayer" said the mother.

"You pray too, right?" I asked Mila.

"Ehm, I-I'm coming by the moon."

Of course I get it. At childbearing age a woman will get monthly guests. But I don't know why I feel like Mila is lying.

"Tell?" 

"Su-su-suwer."

I got out of the living room and went into the room to wake Fabian and carry Lyra. Mom says it's not good for a baby to sleep during the Maghrib. If he is already asleep, then he suggested holding me or carrying him.

"Mas.. has Maghrib," I said.

Fabian quickly got out of his bed, and came out of the room.

"Come, Son. We pray together," said the mother.

"Where's Zura?" ask Mila.

"In my bedroom Lyra is sleeping."

"Let's get some ablution water" said Mila.

"Lho, didn't Son Mila say it was coming to the moon?" ask mother.

"Ehm.I just remembered it's done."

Mas Fabian walked towards the bathroom while my mother-in-law and Mila followed behind him.

After the Maghrib prayer, the rain also subsided. My feelings are getting more and more uncertain. Not willing if Karmila really had to stay at my house.

"The rain has not yet subsided. Nak Mila just stay here," said the mother as they returned to talk in the living room. I saw four cups of ginger on the table. I'm sure Mila made it for me too.

I who happened to come out of the room after putting Lyra to bed immediately called out a protest sentence.

"The rain is not so heavy, after all Fabian will drive him by car. Mila won't be rained."

I glanced for a moment at Mila. The look on his face was sour which showed he did not like my words.

Without Fabian's consent I took the keys to the car lying on the vanity table in the room and gave them to him.

But, suddenly Fabian was holding his stomach while complaining of pain.

"What's wrong with you, son?" ask mother.

"My stomach hurts."

"This must be because you ate the eggplant sambal. I know you're feeling bad but you don't want to stop."

"I-I don't wear a lot of chili coke, ma'am," argued Mila.

"If you don't wear a lot of chili, Mas Fabian won't have any stomach ache" I said, keeping Mila quiet.

Mas Fabian got up from his seat and rushed towards the toilet.

"Now we're taking Mila home."

I returned the keys to her when my husband came back from the toilet.

Mas Fabian received his car keys however, he went back to holding his stomach and rushed back to the toilet. So many times that I saw the face of the man I loved so pale.

"It is better that Ms. Zura buy diarrhea medicine for Fabian mas. Near this house there is a pharmacy that is open 24 hours" said Mila.

How dare he tell me. Mas Fabian had a stomach ache because he made a too spicy sambal.

"I'm actually going to the pharmacy. But what if Lyra suddenly wakes up? Moreover, he is not healthy. I have to give her more ASI" I said.

"Yes, let me go to the pharmacy. It's not good to have guests" said the mother.

I reached into my skirt pocket and gave her twenty thousand bills. The money was the rest of the shopping at the vegetable brother this morning.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Distracting," I said.

"It's okay, Nduk. Later if Lyra wakes up we'll have some hassles calming her down."

I took the umbrella that I kept in one of the rooms in the buffet in the living room and gave it to my mother.

"Be careful, ma'am," I said.

"Oek.ook…"

I heard the typical sound of Lyra crying from inside the room. Instantly I felt heavy leaving this living room which meant I let Fabian and Karmila be alone. But I can't let my daughter cry.

"Lyra wake up, Ma'am" said Mila.

My ears are normal. Of course I heard clearly the sound of her crying.

Despite the hesitation, I finally chose to go into the room. I laid my body beside Lyra and suckled her. This body is indeed in the room, but my mind is not. Suddenly I imagined Fabian was spoiling with Mila there. Mila stroked her hair, then. What was I thinking? I know who Fabian is. He is unlikely to do anything outside the religious corridor though soon Mila will be his wife.

About ten minutes later Lyra began to remove the chewy flesh from her tiny mouth. He also fell asleep again. I put my shirt back on and rushed out of the room. My blood was boiling when I saw Fabian had been bare-chested in front of Karmila.

"Astaghfirullah, Mas!" my peek.

"Mbak Zura why? Fabian asked me to ngerokin him. Said his stomach was nauseous."

 

Mila showed me a bottle of eucalyptus oil and coins.

"here! Let me do Fabian's." I took both of those things out of Mila's hands quite roughly.

"Now I am Fabian's wife as well. So I also have to learn how to take care of her" Mila said.

"It's illegal if you touch now!" my snapping.

"Sorry, Sister. It doesn't feel like it's because. Want to ask for help but you still mengelonin Lyra," said Fabian.

"Yes already, in the room just scrapes it." 

Mas Fabian had just gotten off the couch when suddenly the sound of someone knocking on the door. I thought it was mom who just came home from the pharmacy, it wasn't. The guest was Mr. Burhan, the chairman of our residential complex.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Fabian, Ms. Zura," he said politely.

"Waalaikumsalam, sir. Come on in, please," I said.

"What do you need these nights to come to our house?" ask Fabian.

"Ehm, that ..anu ..bu Kinanti."

"Why my mother, sir?" ask Fabian.

"Mother Kinanti slipped and fell. Now he is in my house. He complained of pain in his back" said Mr. Burhan.

"Astaghfiullah!" myrag.

"Good, Sir. I am also going to my father's house."

"Who are you, by the way?" asked the fat man when he found Mila who was still not moving from the sofa.

"I am Mila, my friend Azzura" he replied.

Whahuh? Why did he confess to my friend?

"Milah's sister wants to stay in this house?" ask Mr. Burhan again.

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