My madam, my poison

Should I care?

The taxi I was riding from the sewing kit store just stopped in front of the gate. After paying the fare, I rushed out of the taxi. Suddenly I was startled by the screams of a woman not far from the gate.

"Most out! Move over!"

I know that voice. Yes, her loud voice was my mother's voice. What's the matter? Did any thieves enter our residence? What if the thief hurt mom and. Lyra! The worry attacked me immediately.

"Most out! Move over!" shouted his mother while pointing his index finger at a black car that was not far from where he stood. Waitaminute! Isn't that Fabian's car? Why do you yell at him as a thief?

"What's going on, Mom? Why are you yelling at Fabian the thief?" my question is full of search.

"Zurais? Let's go in!" exclaimed mother while holding my hand. However, I'm not flinching. I need to know what really happened in this place.

"Wait, Mom. Why are you yelling at Fabian the thief?" I repeated my question.

"The guy really doesn't know himself! Not shameless!"

"Zura, we need to talk. There are important things that I have to say" said Fabian who is now standing right in front of me.

"That's it. Don't digubris. You just go in." This time I pushed forcibly to get into the boarding house, but Fabian held me back.

"Zura's! Waitaminute! We need to talk!" yells.

"Go there. Never set foot in this place again!"

"What's the matter, Mom?" ask again.

"Lake in!"

"Zura, listen. I miss you and Lyra. He wants to see you guys" Fabian said.

I don't know why all of a sudden my eyes glazed over. Honestly, I miss him too.

"Last few days he used to cry at night saying your name. Please come to my house. Only this way can make his situation better" said Fabian.

"Don't listen to him, son. That guy just wants to use you. He could have been told by his young wife to pick you up. I'm sure she doesn't want to take care of her sickly mother-in-law" she said.

"No, Ma. I was looking for Zura's whereabouts because mother asked for it. He was eager to meet her, with Lyra as well" Fabian denied.

"I won't allow Zura to come to your house!"

"But, Mum. My mother would love to meet him."

"Zura. Quick in!" 

"I know you still care about mom. You'll come see him, won't you?"

asked Fabian expectantly.

Despite being so heavy, I forced this sentence to slide off my lips.

"Sorry, we've got nothing to do. Your mother is no longer my mother-in-law" I said.

"You don't lie, Zura. I know you're worried about mom."

"Yes, but that was before. Now go home. Maybe your mom just hasn't gotten used to it without me."

"If you don't want to see mom, it's okay. But I'll take Lyra to meet him."

"No! You won't bring Zura or Lyra!" exclaim mom.

"However Lyra is my daughter. I am also still Zura's legal husband. I have the right to Lyra" Fabian said.

"You should be glazed. After what you did to Zura, is it still appropriate for you to call yourself Lyra's father."

"Until any time there is no term ex-child. Lyra is still my daughter."

"You better go home now. Don't make a fuss in this place" I said.

"Where is your heart? Do you really not care about your mother?" ask Fabian.

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Well, if you don't want to see mom anymore. You'll be sorry!" 

Fabian passed from before me then got back into his car. I tiptoed when the car door was deliberately slammed so hard. Not long after that car left my boarding house.

"Already, Son. Don't look back anymore. Look at your future. Prove that you can be happy after you get away from it" said the mother.

I responded with a smile on my lips.

"Oh yes, son. Two mothers came here. They want you to sew clothes for them."

"Who, Ma?"

"It looks like the existence of a banner made by Rahma was enough to help promote my business" I said.

"Hopefully this place of business is getting crowded."

"Aamiin's."

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly someone opened the gate. Apparently Rahma and her brother, Sister Salma. 

"Thank God, Salma was finally allowed to go home" I said.

There was no response from Salma. He just looked at me blankly. I understand how he feels now. Any mother will be hit hard when she loses her baby.

"I go in first, Ma'am, Ma'am" Rahma said as she clasped her shoulders. The two then entered Rahma's room which was right next to mine.

"How is Salma?" I asked when Rahma approached me.

"Since yesterday, Salma has been silent. I spoke to him and he would not respond" Rahma replied.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Doctors say Salma was devastated after her baby died. He asked me to keep an eye on Salma for the next few days. If the situation improves, Salma should not be admitted to another hospital" Rahma said.

"Another hospital?" my many.

"Yes, Mommy. Meaning mental hospital doctor."

"I help pray for Rahma's condition to improve quickly."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Suddenly there was a scream from Rahma's room. 

"My son is alive! My son is alive!"

Rahma and I rushed to the room. Miris, I saw that Rahma was hugging a bolster pillow while kissing her repeatedly.

"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am. Istighfar. It's not baby Ma'am, it's just a bolster pillow."

Rahma's voice sounded trembling. As his closest brother, his heart must have been sore to see what is now happening to Mbak Salma.

"Ridho, that's your aunt, her name is Rahma," 

salma said as she pointed her index finger at Rahma.

Riddho. What a beautiful name for a boy. Sister Salma must have prepared this name for her baby even though God predestined another.

I let Rahma sob on my shoulder. Apparently losing it really made Salma's soul shaken. Not only did she think that the baby was still alive, she now assumed that the pillow was her baby.

"How is this, Ma'am? I'm afraid," said Rahma.

"Salma's mother is not ready to lose her baby. That's why his soul was shaken," I said.

"Mas Roni! Our boy, Mas!"

shouted Salma as she ran out of the room. He seemed to be searching for someone's whereabouts until he entered my room.

"Mas Roni! Your son's. Don't you want to carry her?"

Mother who was in the kitchen of course shocked not to play when she found that Salma was already standing in the middle of the door.

"Sorry, in this house there is no Roni," he said.

"Where's Roni's mas! He must be here" said Salma.

"Mas Roni and Ridho are already in heaven" Rahma said.

"Sorry, is Salma's husband dead?" ask mommy.

"Yes, Mom. Salma's husband's name is Roni. He died in an accident" I replied.

"Roni?"

"really. What's the matter, Mom?" manya curious.

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