My madam, my poison

What's wrong with mom?

"Ehm, ti-ti-it's okay. I just found out that Salma's husband's name was Roni" she replied.

I can catch the panic on mom's face. Is there something about Roni's name? I don't know.

"Mas Roni! Out!" shouted Salma while banging on the door of the mother's room. Of course, I don't accept that treatment.

"You're stubborn too huh. I told you, in this house there is no such thing as Roni. Why are you still muteyel?" his protest.

Suddenly, Salma looked into my mother's eyes.

"You must be Roni's affair, right?"

"So your mouth! Neither know. How can you accuse me of being that low?"

I looked at my mother's face again. If he doesn't know a man named Roni, why should he be so angry?

"The basis of the snatch of men's husbands!" 

Mom screams in pain as Salma suddenly pulls her hair.

"Zura's! Drag this sin*ing woman out!" 

With the help of Rahma I rushed to release Salma's hand from mother's hair. While the mother did not stop cursing over the unpleasant treatment.

"Gil*woman*! Not sane!" shouting mother.

This time it was Rahma who did not accept the words of mother.

"Sorry, Mom. Don't accuse Salma gil* or otherwise insane. She is devastated by the loss of her husband and baby in the near future. I hope you can understand" he said.

"Your brother is not sane! As if to accuse me of being her husband's infidelity."

"Yes already. If you think Salma's allegations aren't true, you don't have to be that angry, do you?"

"Hurry and get your brother out of our house! Don't let me be rude to him!" threaten mom.

"Woman bin*l!" shouted mbak Salma. 

"Gil*woman*!" reply mother.

Ma'am Salma was about to attack mother again but this time mother managed to pull him off.

"Rahma, get Salma out of this house" I said.

"On behalf of Salma, I'm sorry" he said.

"Gil*woman*!"

"Woman bin*l!"

Salma and her mother argue back. 

Rahma had no choice but to force her sister and take her out of our house.

Mom closed the door and then locked it.

"It seems we are no longer comfortable living here" said the mother. 

"If Salma's accusation isn't true, why should I be this angry?" my many.

"Who wouldn't be upset about being accused of that?" grumble mom pissed.

"Mom, sorry if I was wrong. But I feel like mom's hiding something."

"What do you mean, son?"

"Who's Roni?"

"Mom doesn't know."

"I know you're hiding something from me."

"Nothing I'm hiding."

"Mom might be able to hide anything from others, but not with me."

"Ehm, actually..actually…"

"Speak, Mom."

"Roni .. Roni, um…"

"Why Roni?"

"Roni is the name of the mother's boyfriend other than Yoga," replied the mother with a downcast face."

Right I guess, there's something about that guy named Roni. I don't want to judge Mom. After all, I have admitted his mistake in front of Mr. Prayoga.

"Mother regrets having a relationship with Roni behind Yoga."

"That's it, Mom. I don't have to bring it up anymore. Most importantly, never repeat the same mistake. Mr. Prayoga is a good man, don't let him be disappointed" I said.

"You promised, right? Will keep this secret from anyone including Rahma?" ask mother.

"I promise, Mom."

Suddenly Lyra who was in my arms was crying. I think it's time for a nap.

"I'll go to the room first, Mom," I said.

"Good, Son. I also have to cook for lunch."

*****

I just got out of my room after putting Lyra to bed. That's when I heard someone say hello from the terrace of the house.

"Waalaikumsalam" I answered from inside the house.

I also opened the door. Two women were standing in front of me. Each carries a plastic bag that may contain clothing.

"Alhamdulillah, Zura has returned. We were here this morning, but Ms. Zura wasn't home."

"Oh, sorry, Mom. I went to a sewing shop. There are some things I have to buy" I said.

Both of them understood.

"Oh yeah. This morning there was a man looking for Zura. Ride the car, handsome again. Who is Mama?" ask one of the half-tempting mothers.

The man this mother meant must be Fabian. So, he's really looking for me? Is it true that you really need me now?

"Mak Zura, just shut up? Who is that guy?"

"Ehm, he's-he's my brother, ma'am."

"Brother?" 

The two women were staring at each other.

"If he's Zura's brother, why did he refuse when we brought him in?"

"Ehm, maybe he has other business. Oh yeah, what do you want to model? The gems? Tunic? Or shirts?" 

I deliberately switched the conversation. It's nothing, I just don't want anyone to know too much about my personal life.

"I want a dresser, Ma'am. The model is up to Zura. The important thing is not to be given a rubber waist," said one mother.

"I'm just a blouse model, Ma'am."

"When are our clothes finished being sewn, Ma'am?" asked one of the mothers after I noted the size of her clothes in a special notebook.

"God willing, tomorrow can be taken" I replied.

"Well, hurry up too. If somewhere else it's not necessarily a week so."

"Oh yeah. How much is it?"

I smile.

"As for Mom. I don't set special rates."

"Yes, I pay now," said one of the mothers as she handed me two hundred thousand bills.

"Sorry, Mom. It's too much."

"It's okay, Ma'am. Think of it as a blessing from God through me."

"But, Ma'am, …"

"I believe the results of Mbak Zura's stitches are good and neat. So I don't mind having to spend more money."

"I pay you too, Ma'am."

The other mother also offered the same amount of money.

"It's too much, Mom."

"It's okay, Ma'am. I hope that shirt will wear tomorrow. I don't have time to go to the store."

"Thank you, Mom. May the sustenance of mothers be more and more."

"Aamiinu. The same prayer is for Zura's sister."

"Yes already, we're saying goodbye now. There is still a need elsewhere. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

While Lyra was still fast asleep, I rushed to work on my new customer's stitching order.

"What price do you charge for each dress model?" ask the mother who just emerged from the kitchen.

"I didn't set a special rate, Mom."

"What a fact you are. If you do this, you can lose. You have been bankrupt for a long time."

I smile.

"God not, Mom. I opened this business not just to make money. I also want this effort to benefit others."

"We're just in trouble. You're still thinking about other people."

"I'm sure God will get enough of us" I said.

Suddenly mom opened my sewing desk drawer. He then took three pieces of money fractions of a hundred thousand from there.

"Don't take it, ma'am," I said.

"Mom needs money for treatment. Look at mom's appearance now. Old and no longer interesting. Which guy wants to be with mom?"

Astarghfirullah's. What's wrong with mom? Why did he suddenly change this way?

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