My madam, my poison

This difficult?

I was quite shocked when I looked at the face of the man who had just entered this room. Lyra looks comfortable in her arms. 

"Aryan…? How am I supposed to be here?" my many.

I tried to get out of my bed, but everything around me was spinning until I fell back on the bed.

"Don't move much first" he said.

"Aryans? How am I supposed to be in your house?" my many.

"So you called me. But when I answered, I heard a noise. I feel like something's happened to you. I tracked down your phone until I finally caught a signal from your phone on a pretty quiet street. I found you passed out on the side of the road."

"Thank you, my Lord. You saved me from that bia*ab man, ' I murmured in my heart.

"What happened to you? Why did you faint on that side of the road? Then where's your phone?" ask Arya who was once my co-worker at the entertainment venue that night.

"The taxi driver I was riding was mean to me. She-she was trying to act indecently to me. I tried to call anyone who could help me. However, the taxi driver grabbed my phone and threw it away. Maybe my phone didn't call your number on purpose."

"Lantas, what did the taxi driver do to you? Has he done anything to you?" ask the two-child widower.

"Alhamdulillah, after quite a fierce resistance, I managed to break away from that bia*ab man. I ran away from that place, but I seem to have run out of energy until I don't remember anything after."

"I found you passed out on the side of the road. Maybe the taxi driver quickly left after seeing my arrival" said Arya.

"Thank God for help at the right time. If only you hadn't come, somehow it would have been my fate" I said.

"Thank God you're okay."

"Where is Maurreen? Wasn't he finished with the medicine?" my many.

"Maureen just took the medicine. Now he and his sister are taking a nap in the room accompanied by my mother" Arya replied.

"Maureen's fine, isn't she?"

"Alhamdulillah, just a normal fever. Hopefully after taking the medicine and taking a nap, the heat goes down."

"Alhamdulillah, Nak Zura is awake" said someone who had just entered this room. From her stature, she must be Aryan's real mother.

"The tea is warm to drink first, son," he said as he offered me a glass of warm tea.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's a hassle" I said.

"No, son. As humans we have to help each other, right?"

I smiled in response to that remark.

"Then we say goodbye. Thank you for your kindness. May Allah reward him" I said as I got out of bed.

Suddenly the middle-aged woman looked at my appearance. My hijab was torn, and some parts of my clothes were torn apart. It makes anyone uncomfortable to look at it.

"You change your clothes and hijab with your mother's clothes, son," she said.

"It-it-it-it's okay, ma'am..ehm, …"

"Sakinah's mother's name. Your clothes and hijab are torn so. The one who sees you will think things through."

"T-t-but, …"

"Wait a minute, I'll get you the shirt."

The woman named Sakinah passed from before me. Not long after he returned with a piece of gamis and hijab colored in tune.

"You change first, it looks like this suit fits you."

"Next time be careful when taking a taxi, son," said Sakinah's mother shortly after I swapped my clothes for hers.

"Good, Mom. I will make this event a worthwhile experience" I said.

"Where does Zura live?" ask Sakinah's mother.

"At the princess boarding house not far from the convection factory" I replied.

"Ehm, in. out of town, ma'am," I replied.

He also nodded in understanding.

"Astaghfiullah!"

I was shocked when I looked at the wall clock in the room.

"Why, Son?"

"Sorry, Arya, Mom. I have to go home now. My mother must have been worried waiting for me," I said.

"Let Arya intervene" said Sakinah.

"No need, Mom. I'll just take a cab."

"Be careful" Arya said, removing Lyra from her carrier and giving it to me.

"We say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

****

Arriving at the boarding place.

I saw two of my new customers talking to my mom. Fortunately, their stitches were done this morning before I went to the clinic.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mothers," I said.

"Getishalight."

"How's my shirt, Ma'am? Is it done?" 

"Alhamdulillah, no, ma'am."

"Quick as well."

I went into the living room and took the second stitch.

"Please if you want to try it. If anything is lacking, I can fix it."

"No need, Ma'am. I believe Mbak Zura's stitches must be good and not disappointing."

"Then we'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Where have you been? Why did the clock just come home?"

"I-i, …"

"And whose clothes are you wearing?"

"Ehm, I almost had a disaster. The taxi driver I was riding was mean to me. He wanted to harass me."

"You don't have to make it up. Where is there a man who is attracted to a woman whose clothes are so loose?"

"I'm not making it up, Mom. I almost suffered sexual abuse."

"Don't you have another dream man. You claim to have almost experienced sexual harassment when you were, …"

Why are you talking like that? Don't you believe in your own daughter anymore?

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