My madam, my poison

Getting worse

Darren's brother, who I thought was killed in the fire accident, is alive and alive. God brought us back not long ago. My older brother is married, and the woman who became his wife is my old friend, Vania whose name has now changed to Fatimah. In addition to Darren, I also met my mother who had left without saying goodbye. I think the reason is because my father's business fell bankrupt. Only my older sister, Maureen's sister, I still don't know her whereabouts.

Shaking my phone makes me flinch in shock. My daydreams about the past were instantly broken. I quickly took the phone off the table. Apparently a call from Mr. Prayoga. I rushed to answer the call.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, sir]

[Capitaly]

[How is my mother, sir?]

[Ehm, your mother is unconscious, son]

[Astaghfirullah. What happened to my mother?]

[Said Sumi who was also in the room, your mother fell from the bed on her back. Doctors said it could potentially cause damage to parts of his cranium]

[Oh Allah. What do we do?]

[There is nothing we can do but pray. Only God can take away all your mother's sicknesses]

[I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you in the hospital. God willing, tomorrow morning I come to see my mother]

[No need to apologize. I understand the situation of Zura now]

[Thank you, sir]

[Yes, I hung up the phone. I want to go home first. Poor daughter alone at home. I've asked the nurse to call my phone number about your mother's progress. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikumsalam, sir]

- Interrupted calls

"Yes Rabb, give healing to the servant's mother. Only You are the One Who Heals. I want us to regroup like we used to" I murmured.

The dawn wake me up from my more restful sleep. Quickly grate my thick blanket and then get out of bed. Last night's rain still left the cold. However, it will not prevent me from performing my two obligatory rakaat. Miris indeed, I who used to be a makmum, now have to get used to worship alone without a priest in my prayer.

Lyra woke up right when I finished my morning service.

"Assalamu'alaikum, her pious mother," I said.

My little princess rounded her mouth as if to return my greetings. I changed her diaper full of water all night. 

Lyra diaper supplies that I thought were still enough for a few days turned out to only be two pcs. Not to mention the powder and telon oil that is also almost exhausted.

I grabbed my wallet, and I saw the contents inside. There are only two fifty thousand bills left. How'this? I could have used this money to buy Lyra's needs. But what about the stomach? The rest of the money from buying Lyra supplies is just enough for two meals. It was just rice with a simple side dish. Fasting. Yes, by fasting I only need one meal. So, that way I can spend my money until tomorrow.

After taking a bath and also bathing Lyra, I just came out of my room to take her for a walk as well as sunbathing.

I was just coming out of the gate when suddenly a motorcycle stopped right in front of me. Apparently Rahma had just returned from her brother's house. 

"Where is Zura going?" tanyakanya.

"You need to take a walk and sunbathe" I replied.

"Hemm, the Lyra Deck is already fragrant. Must have taken a shower?" said Rahma while kissing my little princess' forehead.

"Here, Auntie."

"Ehm, Ma'am."

"Yes, what's up, Rahma?"

"Can we talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"We go inside. It's not good to talk on the side of the road."

Rahna took my hand and invited me back inside the boarding house.

"What do you want to talk about? It seems very important," I said.

"Ehm, my brother wants to stay with me here, Ma'am. All this time my brother only lived in a rented house. But now her husband is dead. My sister was confused on how to pay the rent while she herself was pregnant. I'm confused, Ma'am," said Rahma.

"I'm used to saving up some of my pay. The plan is that I will use the savings to buy a motorcycle so that every day I do not need to ride a motorcycle. If Salma's brother lives with me, my expenses will definitely be greater. Then, how can I save up so that I can quickly buy a motorcycle?"

I smile.

"Rahma, do you believe that with the phrase sustenance there is already a governing? You don't have to worry about lack even if you live with your brother. After all, can you let your brother live a homeless life? Do you have the heart if your sister gives birth to her child on the street? Only you can help him" I said.

"Mbak Zura is right. Forgive me, O Allah, I have thought ill of the guarantee of sustenance from Allah to me" Rahma said.

I responded with a smile on my lips.

"Thank you for the advice. My mind is now open. Yes, I went inside first, changed clothes and went to work" Rahma said.

"I also want to take a walk to the park for a while and buy Lyra diapers. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

The distance from my boarding house to the park is not so far away. I chose to take it on foot. In addition to iron, of course, walking is also healthy, right?

Today is Saturday. The park is quite crowded with visitors because many school children or office workers are on holiday. From some visitors, my gaze was on a man holding a baby. He may not be six months old. While his right hand holds the hand of a girl who may have just sat on a kindergarten bench.

"Why are they just walking around with their dad? Where's his mother?" muttered.

The short-sleeved man walked over to me. He threw a smile at me before taking the little girl to sit on a bench.

"When you eat while sitting down. Here, I open the candy," said the man.

The two-pointed girl also gave the candy to the father so that the plastic wrapper was opened. With a cheerful smile, the girl began to suck on her lollipop.

"It looks like the candy is delicious," I said, which made the girl turn to me.

"Yes, Mom. It's my favorite candy."

"Don't eat candy, your teeth will be hollow and sore" I said. 

"Not much, just one day."

I responded by gently rubbing her long hair.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" my many.

"Maureen."

"Maureen?"

"Yes. Why why?"

"It's okay. The name reminds me of someone."

"You're just three. Where's mommy?"

my many.

The owner of those plain eyes looked at the father's face before answering a question from me.

"Say my father is already in heaven" he replied.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji. Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, Mom. Maureen didn't understand it at first either, but now she knows her mother is dead." The father chimed.

I also looked at the man's face. Wait for. Why is his face not foreign to me?

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