My madam, my poison
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"Not to be confused, there is still a mother. I will help as much as I can" said the mother, taking off the gold necklace around her neck. Even though I was still in elementary school, my memory is still quite clear if the S-horned necklace was a gift from my late father on his thirty-fifth birthday. I didn't think the necklace was still there.
"But, Mum. Isn't this my only possession?"
"It's okay, son. You can pawn it so you can get money for capital to start a business."
"But, Ma'am, …"
"It's important you don't sell it, right? If there's any more sustenance, I can take it back.
"Thank you, ma'am," I said.
"No need to thank me. A mother will not let her daughter in trouble" he said.
I don't speak anymore. Moments later she held me in her arms.
*****
It was late afternoon.
Mom and I just got out of the room. We were going to the pawn shop. That's when I saw a woman standing in front of Rahma's room. He knocked on the door
repeated, but the owner never came out.
"Sorry, Whose mother? And what's the need?" my many.
"My name is Salma. I am Rahma's sister" replied the woman whose body appeared to contain it. Yes, as Rahma said. The woman whose age may only be a few years adrift of me is now a two-body. Rahma said her sister's husband died recently in an accident. When viewed from the shape of her stomach, it seems like her pregnancy was difficult for more than seven months.
"Oh yes. Rahma also told me about Salma. I am so sorry for the passing of my late husband, Ma'am" I said.
"Thank you, Ma'am. Oh yeah, where's Rahma? Last night we sent a message. He said Sunday night shift. He hasn't left at this hour, has he?"
"Maybe Rahma is out. He will be home soon. Usually if he goes a little long he must be saying goodbye to me," I said.
"Where are you going?" ask Salma.
I haven't answered that question yet. Suddenly Rahma appeared in the courtyard.
"Salma's sister when will she come?" tanyakanya.
"It's only been a few minutes until. Where are you from?"
"I'm from the supermarket buying bathroom necessities."
From Salma, Rahma's view turned to me.
"Where is Zura going in the afternoon like this?" tanyakanya.
"I need a minute" I replied. The girl also understood.
"Yes, we'll excuse you. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Getishalight."
Half an hour later we arrived at the pawnshop. That's where mom would pawn her necklace that I would use to open a sewing service business.
In that room there wasn't so much in line. There were only two people sitting on the waiting bench.
The number the officer called at the time was line number 57. That's my turn number. I quickly removed Lyra from my sling and gave it to my mother and walked to the officer's desk afterwards.
The pawnshop attendant was astonished that it wasn't just me facing his desk. A woman also approached her desk.
"The number 57 queue" he said.
I also handed out a number card to the officer.
"Sorry, Mother. Mother's queue number 60. I still have to wait three more numbers to get to my queue number" said the officer to the woman who, judging by her appearance, was the office worker.
"I understand, but I will serve according to the queue number. Please return to Mom's seat. I'll call Mom later" the officer said.
"I told you, I'm busy not having much time. After from this place I still have to go back to the office."
"It's okay, Ma'am. Just serve this mother. Maybe she's too busy" I said.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am," the officer said.
"No problem. I just don't like the commotion" I said.
Instead of thanking her, she glanced cynically at me. Ah never mind, three more queue numbers won't take long, will they?
I got up from the officer's desk and went back to my mother.
"Why go back again?" tanyakanya.
"Mother is in a hurry. I choose to give up rather than make a noise."
"It can't be dong. You came first. He's playing a lot of games, "mom's grumbling.
"Ssssst, already, Mom. Let it go."
I let the mother who was still grumbling get upset because my queue was dragged by another visitor.
Fifteen minutes later, officers called the number 60. I also moved from my seat to approach the officer's desk. However, for some reason Lyra suddenly cried.
"Surely she's thirsty. Let me go to the officer's desk" said the mother.
I then took over Lyra from the mother's sling and took her into a small room that was provided for visitors who wanted to breastfeed her child.
I had just come out of the special breastfeeding room when I suddenly felt like I was colliding with someone. Uh! That girl again. It looks like he just got back from the toilet.
"It's around where your eyes are 'huh!" he grabbed his phone from the floor.
"I should have asked Mom. Is it true when walking, but our eyes are fixed on the phone screen?"
"You are wrong. Not to apologize even to talk me down."
"I don't mean to talk to Mom. It's just that Mom walked without paying attention to the road because Mom was busy with Mom's phone," I said.
"I don't know myself. It's poor, pinter-ass again!" his lips.
"I'm not a person, but I still have the manners and the foam to maintain the attitude when in public places" I said.
"It's a waste of time just listening to your talk!" The woman passed from before me. I just shook my head in wonder at his attitude. 11-12 with Karmila. Proud and stubborn. Why do I remember Karmila?
Seconds later Lyra's cry broke again.
In order not to disturb the comfort of the visitors, I also chose to take him out. I saw the woman who had fought twice with me standing in the courtyard. Several times he glanced at the watch on his wrist, then called someone. A few moments later, a white car entered the yard.
"You are so long!" he nodded as he walked towards the car. Not long after, a man appeared to get out of the car.
"Huh? Did I not see wrong?"
I rubbed my eyes to make sure that my vision had no problems. The man who just got out of the car was the man I knew so well.
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