My madam, my poison

For survival

Bismillah, today is my first day starting to open a sewing service business. The location of the boarding house on the roadside is quite easy for residents around to know my business. Mother's existence also helped me take care of my daughter, Lyra.

My first customer was Ms. Leni, owner of the boarding house. She asked me to downplay the party dress given by one of her nieces on her religious big day. 

"This dress I've never worn because it's too big. While in this area there are no tailors. Zura is very smart to see the opportunity. I believe 100% percent of this effort must be hard-selling," said the white woman.

"I need a job to live. At first, I wanted to apply for a job in a textile factory. But on the advice of my mother, I finally decided to open this business," I said.

"so, apparently. Stitching Mbak Zura but once. I will help promote my friends to sew their clothes here," said Ms. Leni while observing her dress that I just finished sewing.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Oh yeah. How much does it cost to sew?"

"No need, Miss. Cik was my first customer. I'm freeing up the sewing fees."

"Don't do that. Ma'am will open a business also to find money. I'm not happy if Mbak refuses to pay me."

I smile.

"It's okay, Miss. Let's just say it's part of the promotion."

"Yes already then. I wish her well-selling efforts."

"Thank you, Miss."

Suddenly the middle-aged woman's gaze was fixed on the inside of my boarding room. 

"Lho, who is that?" he asked when he saw my mother cleaning the inside of the house.

"Sorry, Miss. I haven't been able to report if I live with my mother now" I said.

"Oh, mother. No problem though. The important thing that lives in this place is both women. I'm asking for a photocopy of the ID card."

"Good, Miss. Tomorrow I take the photocopies to Miss's house."

"I'll excuse you, thanks for the stitches."

I nodded my head, then smiled. Not long after he left the boarding house.

****

"In order to attract more customers, how about Mbak Zura name this Mbak business?" rahma's suggestion was when she came to me to fix her broken zipper bag.

"That's important, isn't it?" my many.

"Of course it's important, Ma'am. If necessary I will also help promote through social."

"It's not necessary, Ma. Later if I am flooded with orders how? My hand is only two, the sewing machine is also only one."

"If the business is crowded, I just move to work here. As long as the salary is greater than the factory salary," he jokes.

"You could have. Oh yeah, from yesterday I didn't see Salma. He's in good health, isn't he?" 

"Alhamdulillah, healthy Ma'am. Her age is nearing delivery. He said lazy to say anything," explained Rahma.

"It should be close to delivery, pregnant women move more so that blood flow is smooth. God willing the labor process will be easy," I said.

"Yes, I'll tell Salma. It looks like Salma is sleeping now" Rahma said. "Oh yeah, what did I say?" tanyanya.

"Which capsule?"

"That's the name of the business."

"What name do you think is suitable for this business?"

"Oh, what about Azzura Taylor? From the name already sold the Mba.

"Ehm, is that it?"

"If you want, tomorrow I ask my friend to make it. It just so happens that he has a printing business."

"It's not expensive, is it, Ma?"

"No, no, Ma'am. Just relax."

"Yes, it's up to you. I'm coming with."

"Oh yeah. Where is Lyra?"

"Live to sleep."

"Kangen wants to play."

"When you wake up."

"Later to get to work, Ma'am. Just now, yeah."

"Little children if they sleep continue to be built later fussy."

"It's okay, I can carry it."

"You're so crazy if you're told," I nodded. But the girl chuckled.

"Yes, I went out to buy food."

"No need to buy" I said.

"It just so happens that mother's day of cooking soto is quite a lot. If you want, take it in the kitchen."

"Really?" 

"Yes, it's a lie."

"Yes, it's pretty free. Hehe."

"Ambilin make Salma too."

"I'll get the plate first." 

Rahma passed from before me, then entered into her room.

That is my relationship with Rahma. Although not a brother or a relative, we were quite familiar. Too familiar maybe I often share with him. Conversely, when there was a problem, he also did not hesitate to share with me. 

It was like that afternoon when he had just returned home from his place of work. His face looks so glum. The curious me rebuked him.

"Why are you, Ma? Home from work a tangled face so rich in iron."

"I'm-i'm. hu hu hu…"

"Lohs. How are you crying? Come on in my house." I took Rahma's hand and took her into my house.

"Why You?" 

"I-I got cut off my boyfriend."

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

"He's not dead, Ma'am," he protested.

"What you are going through is a disaster too. Isn't it when we've had a disaster, best to say that phrase?"

"Today, too. But hu.hu…"

"Don't cry on. Is it not shame to see Lyra?" my spoken. At that time Lyra was in my arms.

I gave a tissue to Rahma. He also wiped his tears.

"If it's crying, the story is slow," I said.

"Badwood is so bad with me. Hu..hu...hu…"

"Evil why? Did he hit you or what?"

"Mutusin wood me for no apparent reason. Was it not good for me all this time? I often lend him money. I don't care if he never returns. But, suddenly he sent a message asking for a break up. Hu..hu...hu…" 

"From your story he's not a good man. Why should you be disappointed and discouraged just because it was decided by him?" 

"But, Ma'am. I love Bayu" said Rahma.

"Trust me, God knows what we need, not what we want. More God shows the ugliness of Bayu now before you have a more serious relationship. What if God shows us his vices after you're married?" my spoken. 

Uh! I may give advice to others, but I have experienced it myself. Fabian who I thought was the perfect guy turned out. I don't want to think about it anymore.

"Can I forget Bayu, Ma'am?" ask Rahma.

"Can, I can. You're a good girl. God must have prepared a good man for you."

I saw that Rahma's crying had begun to subside. Highlight his eyes that had been filled with sadness, now look sparkling.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I want to hear my complaints. Now I feel a little more relieved," said Rahma.

"Thank God. Now you go home and rest."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm going home now. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Oh, so you'd rather share your grief with others than with your own siblings?"

I was quite surprised to find that Salma suddenly stood in the middle of the door.

"Mr Salma don't misunderstand me. 

I just don't want to add to the burden of Mbak's mind" Rahma said.

"Allah. Just say you believe in others more than your own brother."

"I know Sister Salma is still grieving the loss of Roni's masonry. I just don't want to add to the burden of Mbak's mind" Rahma said.

"Well, if you don't consider me a brother. I better go. Why would we stay together if you never thought I existed?"

Sister Salma who had difficulty walking because her growing stomach was moving from the living room. However, the atmosphere turned frantic when he suddenly complained of pain while holding his stomach.

"Ouch! My stomach!" his screeches.

"Mak Salma why?" my many.

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