My madam, my poison
The experiment increased
"Where are you going?" I asked when mom came out of her room with her sling bag.
"Mom's going to the salon."
I was quite surprised to hear that answer. Indeed, since living with me he never once went to the beauty treatment place. Maybe all this time he understood my financial condition especially I just started pioneering a business.
When you're alive and our family company is thriving, let's not go to the salon. My father often took us on holidays out of town. In order to understand what my mother wants right now, I also choose to let her go. It would be unbearable to ban it.
"Be careful, ma'am," I said.
The game I sewed after it was. But I had to leave because Lyra woke up. I left my sewing machine and went into the room. I was quite surprised when I found my little princess already in a prone position.
"So that mother can turn on her stomach apparently," said I who responded by grimacing showed her gums that have not been overgrown with teeth of one seed.
Suddenly a distinctive aroma came out and quite pierced my nose indicating if I should immediately change his diaper with a new diaper. Uh! I forgot this morning the diaper was just one seed. There is no choice but to buy new diapers to the supermarket.
I left my hostel to go to the supermarket. Coincidentally the distance is not up to 500 meters, I also took it on foot.
"Where is Zura going?" ask one of the residents who live not far from my boarding place.
"I want to buy diapers at the supermarket, Mom," I replied.
"Oh yeah. Where's Zura's mom going?"
"Ehm, my mother needs to go to her friend's house, ma'am."
"Bu Sabrina's friend is still young?"
"Sorry, what do you mean?"
"I've seen Sabrina twice on a motorcycle by a man."
Huh huh? What exactly does this mother mean? Who is the man in question? What is Prayoga sir? Seems not. I don't think that man's age can be said to be young anymore.
"Didn't Mom look wrong?"
"No, Ma'am. I memorized the motorcycle the man was wearing."
"Ehm, that's our brother, ma'am."
I had to lie so that the mother who was chatting with me did not think badly of mother. Even though I myself wonder who that man really is.
"Oh, so yeah. I think it's Mrs Sabrina's boyfriend." The middle-aged planning chuckled.
"Ehm.bu-bu-no, Mom."
"Alright, then excuse me."
After a fifteen minute walk, I reached the supermarket. Honestly, my words were quite disturbing to my mind. Is it true that you go with a man? If so, who is he? And what does this have to do with mom?
I gasped in shock when suddenly someone patted my back.
"Zura…?"
Uh! It turned out to be my old best friend, Khumayra.
"How are you doing 'Ra? We haven't seen each other for long."
"Alhamdulillah, fine."
"Hi, Lyra is beautiful. What can you do now?" greet Mayra while gently rubbing her cheek.
"Lyra's on her stomach, Auntie," I replied.
"Smart child" said Mayra who responded to Lyra with a big smile.
"Oh yeah. You don't work, May?" my many.
"I'm on holiday today. I shopped at this supermarket because the stuff I'm looking for I don't find in the supermarket usually."
"What are you looking for?" my many.
Mayra whispered something in my ear that instantly made me smile amusedly.
"Well, you're buying men's underwear anyway? Who's it for?" my many.
"Make Irwan's mas."
"Your brother?"
"Yes that. Who else. I'm just two brothers."
"You said your brother works out of town. Doesn't anyone sell underwear?"
"It's not so, Ra. It's been a few days since Irwan came home. But she was short of underwear because she was left there. But Irwan was embarrassed to buy. He told me to buy it."
Again the speech made my laughter again break.
"I'm just as upset as Irwan."
"Why is it, May?"
"Almost every day mas Irwan went unclear. He went out in the afternoon and only came home before the Maghreb."
"Where did your sister say you were going? Or who to go with?"
"He just said it was a man's business."
"Maybe Irwan went to meet his friends. It's been a long time since he's been home."
"Mas Irwan already has a girlfriend?" my many.
"Eitherway. I don't know who that woman is. But I did hear the grapevine if Irwan's mas went with a woman much older than him."
The deg! My heart stopped beating. Is the woman Mayra means mother? And the man that Mayra meant was mas Irwan? Did you repeat your mistake?
"What did you buy, Ra?" ask Mayra.
"Re..are you OK?"
"Ehm.l-i-iya. "
"What do you think about, until you're dumb? Did Fabian act?"
"Now, not May. I was just thinking what other stuff I should buy besides diapers."
"Oh yeah. Where do you live?"
"In the boarding house. Probably about five hundred meters from this place. Stop by yuk, let's take your day off."
"Ehm, …"
"You're home alone, anyway. Better stop by my hostel. You can also play with Lyra."
"Ehm, that's right."
"So dong."
After paying for our groceries, Mayra and I left the supermarket.
Arriving at the boarding place.
Mayra was shocked to find out if I opened a sewing service at my residence.
"Who gave the idea of opening a business?" ask Mayra.
"My mother."
"Oh yeah. Where's your mom? I didn't get to know him at the hospital yesterday."
"It just so happens that mom is out."
"What business is it?" ask Mayra. I lifted both my shoulders.
By late afternoon Mayra was returning to her home.
"Thank you for stopping by my cramped room" I said.
"Either. I'll come to this place often."
"Greetings to Irwan."
"I'll go home first, Ra. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Getishalight."
I also drove Mayra to the gate. That's when I saw my mom coming home. He was seen coming down from a taxi.
"There was a guest. Looks like your face is not foreign."
"My name is Khumayra. Nurse in the hospital MD."
"just fine. I feel like we've met before."
"I'll excuse you, ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum." Mayra grabs the mother's hand and kisses the back of her hand.
"Getishalight."
A taxi happened to pass. Mayra then took the taxi.
"Where's mom from?" I asked after we went back inside the house.
"Mother from home, friend of mother's."
"Which Mom's friend?"
"Old friend mom. Never mind, I'm tired, I'm going to rest."
"Didn't Mom say she was going to the salon?"
"No, it's. The queue is long."
Mother passed from before me. It was then that my sense of smell caught a foreign scent on his body. This aroma is not the perfume that mothers usually wear. Did you change the perfume? Or maybe mom…
The bad thoughts suddenly filled my head.
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