My madam, my poison

Who's Ir?

I quickly grabbed my mother's phone lying on the bed table and checked the number on the last call list. I saw the contact with Ir's name being the last contact I contacted my mother. Not wrong again, this number was the one who called him last night. Just as I was about to open the contact's profile photo, suddenly mom snatched the phone from my hand.

"How dare you open your mother's phone!" snapped it.

"If you'd have told me the truth about who that man was, I wouldn't have done this."

"You don't have to interfere in mom's business!"

"I have absolutely no intention of interfering in Mom's affairs. I just don't want Mom to make the same mistake. Did you forget to promise Mr. Prayoga I'd never let him down again? But why is Mom like this? What's wrong with Mom Prayoga?"

"What do you know about yoga? You think I'm really serious about being in a relationship with him?"

"What does Mother mean? I'm sure Mr. Prayoga sincerely loves Mom. Even after what I did to her, she still forgave me and accepted Mom back" I said.

Mom smiled blandly.

"Which woman would marry such an old man. Soon her power is gone, and then she has to take care of it like a baby."

Astarghfirullah's. Why do you talk that way. What the hell happened to him? Is this guy named Ir the cause? Waitaminute! Ir? Is that name Irwan's initials? Irwan's name is Khumayra's brother or Irwan's other?

"If you don't have feelings for Mr. Prayoga, you don't give more hope. That'll hurt him. Do you know, she's planning on proposing to you in the near future?"

"You don't make it up."

"I'm not making it up, Mom. He himself told me when Mom's condition had not improved after the accident. Mother must also remember, what we reap, is from what we plant. I should be thankful that God still gives me a chance to live longer."

"So, you mean you better just die in that accident?"

"It's not so, Mom. I just, …"

"Easy! I'm lazy to argue with you!" exclaim mom. He passed me in front of me and went back into his room.

"I'm going to the clinic first, Mom."

I raised my voice so that she could hear from inside her room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

I just closed the door. At that time Rahma was also about to go to work. I saw the look on his face was lethargic and not excited.

"Rahma, what's wrong with you?" my many.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Maybe I just don't sleep enough."

"If you're sick, don't be forced into work."

"Ehm, Ma'am. Can we talk to you for a second?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm sorry, if my words offend Ms. Zura. I wonder why Salma suddenly accused Sabrina's mother of being her late husband's mistress. The doctor said that his mental condition was being shaken. I suspect Salma's allegations are true."

Sister Salma was right, the mother was the mistress of her late husband, Roni. But, do I have to be honest with Rahma? What would happen if he knew my real mother was his sister's household? 

"Ehm, that's impossible, Ma. My mom lived out of town all this time. He could not have known Roni. It seems like it's just an overflow of emotions, Salma, '" I said. Luckily Rahma understood it.

"Where is Zura going?" tanyakanya.

"I'm going to the clinic."

"Lyra is sick?"

"Alhamdulillah, Lyra is healthy. Today she wants immunization."

"Oh, yeah."

"His clinic is near my workplace. We're together, "he said. I nodded in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the clinic. Apparently that morning the clinic was quite crowded. Almost all the benches in the waiting room were filled.

Of all the patients in the room, my attention was on a woman sitting next to a woman whose age might not be far from the Kinanti. Uh! There was always something that made me remember that name.

The old woman did not stop coughing, making the woman sitting next to her feel disturbed.

"Mom can't be quiet! I'm calling again!" snapped it.

The old woman coughed again until her breath gasped. He gave a small code asking for water to drink to the young woman but the young woman was still engrossed in her salary.

He then threw a smile at me while nodding his head. I just realized he can't talk. Maybe that's how I can thank you.

"It's not good to yell at parents" I told the shoulder-haired girl shortly after she ended the conversation with her phone.

"You're an ustadzah, huh? Suddenly a lecture in front of me."

"It's not so, Ma'am. From earlier I saw Ma'am yelling at this mother. I just feel sorry. Parents should be respected and loved. Don't make him sad let alone hurt. We must remember, heaven is under his feet."

"Have talks?" ketus tanyanya.

"Treat your mother well while she's still around" I said.

Suddenly a nurse came out of the doctor's office.

"Patient in the name of Rina's mother."

"Come on, wake up! Don't spoil!" 

I could only stroke her chest as she pulled the old woman's hand so violently and led her into the doctor's office. Again I remembered Bu Kinanti. Did Mila treat him well? Or was his treatment not much different from the girl I had just seen? I hope mom is okay.

I flinched from my daydream when suddenly the tiny hand touched my wrist.

"Mother Azzura, …"

I turned to look towards that voice. The owner of the tiny hand was apparently Maureen, the eldest daughter of my former schoolmate, Arya.

"Hi, dear Maureen. Who are you here with?" my many.

"I'm here with dad."

"Where's your father?"

"Zura... Are you here too?" asked Arya who suddenly appeared before me.

"Yes. Today's Lyra immunization schedule. Who's sick?"

"Maureen's hot from last night."

I put the back of my hand on the little girl's forehead. Sure enough, it feels warm tends to be hot.

"Get well soon, baby," I said.

"Thank you, Mom."

By noon Lyra had just finished getting the vaccine. 

"We go home first" I told Arya and Maureen, who were still in the waiting room.

"Be careful, Mom. Deden Lyra drug," he said as he waved his hand.

"Drug, beautiful Maureen Brother. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

I left the clinic and waited for a taxi to take me home. Ten minutes later, the taxi I was waiting for passed.

"Daughter's boarding, sir," I told the taxi driver. 

At first everything seemed fine, until one day I felt something strange. The taxi suddenly took a direction he was not supposed to go.

"Why are we going this way, sir? My hostel should have turned right" I said.

Instead of answering, the taxi driver actually increased the speed of his vehicle. 

"Don't speed, sir. Crashing later!" my peek.

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