My madam, my poison

Is this a hunch?

"Where are you from?" my question is full of search.

"Sorry, Deck. The musholla's sleeping."

Musholla in question is a small room measuring 2mx 2m that we use for prayer. 

"Where are you from?" I asked Mila.

"I felt hot in the room. I just had a drink in the kitchen."

The reason they make enough sense. Although I never knew if they were telling the truth or just fooling me.

"Have you prayed Isha'?" ask Fabian to me.

I shook my head slowly.

"This I woke up because I remember not praying isya'. I fell asleep at the time of Lyra's mingleonin," I replied.

"Other times praying isya' first, just sleeping," said mas Fabian.

"I overslept, Mas. Not intentionally sleeping."

"Mak Zura is happy to argue, huh?" said Mila ketus.

I only stared at him for no more than three seconds before it finally passed from before him. I'm reluctant to argue with women who won't budge on this.

"I prayed Isya' first," I said as it passed from before him. Fabian walked into the room.

Fifteen minutes later I had finished praying Isha'. I also want to go back to my room. But my steps stopped when I crossed the guest room. I heard a scream of pain from inside. Not wrong again, it was my mother-in-law's voice. Without knocking on the door I just entered the room.

"Astaghfirullah's. Mother why?" my many.

"Sick, Nduk," mother groaned.

I can't do much more than massage my mother's back as much as I can.

"Prophey, Mom. Tomorrow mbok Jum will come here to massage mother," I said.

Suddenly my gaze was fixed on Mila who seemed to be fast asleep at the side of my mother-in-law. How could he possibly sleep well while the mother who slept one bed with him moaned in pain.

I kept on peeping on my mother's back. I ignored the tiredness and sleepiness that had attacked me until I did not realize I was sleeping on the side of his bed.

I felt like I was sitting alone under a shady tree. From there I heard the sound of water gurgling from a small river not far from the place. I closed my eyes when suddenly a ray appeared so dazzling. 

"Azzura, my daughter."

Although his face was still so faint, I knew very well the voice of the baritone.

"Dad? Is that Dad?" my many.

The figure I called the father then sat on the grass. Like a little boy, I approached the man in white and put my head on his lap. For no apparent reason my tears suddenly broke.

"Keep your heart together, son. You will face a tough test" he said, stroking my long hair.

"Can I pass the test, Dad?" I looked up at his face and looked at his face. But dad just smiled. Even I felt that figure slowly move from my side until it finally left and completely disappeared.

"Dad! Don't go!" 

With all my strength I ran after the figure but my legs just stumbled and fell down.

I was shocked when suddenly someone shook my body. Astaghfirullah, apparently I just had a dream of my late father.

"Mbak Zura why are you shouting? I was shocked" Mira grumbled. Apparently he woke me up.

"Sorry" I replied briefly.

I turned my eyes to Mom. Thankfully, he was asleep. 

"Why is Zura in this room?" tanyakanya.

"So mom was in pain, so I came in here."

"Mak Zura don't make it up. From that mother-in-law Mbak aja. You're gonna want to check Fabian's car in this room or not, right?"

Without saying any more, I left the room and headed back to my room. A dream that scared me a while ago.

What did you mean to say that I was going to face such a tough test? Does this have anything to do with my home?

"Where have you been, Dek?" ask Fabian. Apparently he woke up to the sound of the door creaking.

"I'm from the guest room. Mom was in pain."

I got on the bed and I laid my body on Lyra's side. I smothered my mouth with one of my hands. I don't know why the nausea suddenly attacked me.

"You why? It hurt?" ask Fabian.

"Maybe I catch a cold because I've been staying up a lot lately" I replied.

Especially the reason I'm nauseous if it's not for the cold? Getting pregnant? Feels not. A month ago I routinely swallowed a pregnancy pill.

"Do you need kerokin?" ask Fabian.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. I use eucalyptus oil to dry out."

I saw Fabian pull back the blanket. I also fixed the slightly exposed Lyra blanket.

"So I had a bad dream, Mom," I said.

Fabian did not answer.

"The late father said that I would face a severe test. I'm afraid it has to do with our household."

I looked towards Fabian. 

Ah, it was a waste that I spoke earlier. Fabian has returned to his dreamland.

Suddenly drowsiness attacked me. I closed my eyes which were beginning to feel heavy. Not long after that I fell asleep.

It felt like I had just slept for a while, I woke up from hearing Lyra's cry. I thank you, this morning her body temperature returned to normal. Not long after that the voice of Adhan began to roar.

"Mas, wake. It's dawn" I said as I suckled Lyra with her lap.

For more than ten years as my priest, Mas Fabian was never difficult when I woke up for the morning prayers. He pulled out his blanket and got out of bed.

"What are you looking for?" ask me when I find him looking for something hanging behind the door.

"Handlet."

"I washed it yesterday afternoon. Just use another towel," I said.

Fabian then opened our wardrobe and took a towel from inside. It is customary to bathe before dawn prayers.

"Assalamualaikum, her father's Solehah" he said to Lyra who had just been full of breastfeeding. Our little daughter smiled as if she was returning her father's greeting.

Mas Fabian came out of this room and stepped towards the bathroom that was near the kitchen. We currently do not have a bathroom or toilet in the room.

I put Lyra on the bed. After last night her diaper must be full of pee. I replaced it with a new diaper.

About ten minutes later Fabian came back from the bathroom. However, 

I was surprised to find Fabian's hair wet.

Aye? After many years of living together, of course, I know very well. It's not usual for Mas Fabian to shower this early in the morning if we don't have marital relations.

Athaghfirullah! Suddenly my heart was beating. Was last night Fabian and Mila really…"

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