My madam, my poison

Worriedly

I just finished praying Maghrib. It was at that moment that I felt the strong scent of perfume poking my nose. Apparently the scent came from my mother's room.

"Where are you going these nights?" my many.

"Mom wants to have dinner with Yoga."

Either true or not, but I feel like mom lied to me.

I watched mom's appearance. That night she wore a tight maroon-red knee-length dress with the chest open enough to accentuate the contents inside.

"Are you sure you want to wear that shirt?" ask again.

"Why indeed? Even though I'm middle-aged, I still deserve to dress like a young man" said the mother. He then smeared a bright red lipstick on his lips.

"Sorry, Mom. Have you not thought about covering your aura? I'm sure you'll be even more beautiful if you're in the hijab."

"I've spent a lot of money to take care of my hair. It's free if I have to finally close. Besides, I can't stand the sultry, at least" said the mother.

"Sorry, Mom. The clothes I wear are too revealing. It could invite the evil intentions of the opposite sex."

"Oh, so you're swearing that mom's being smeared with people?"

"It's not so, Mom. I'm just reminding you not to dress too openly let alone this night. I'm sure Mr. Prayoga doesn't really like it when you dress like this."

"I have to go now. Yoga will wait for me."

"If it was Mr. Prayoga who took me away, why didn't he pick me up?"

"Yoga is busy. He doesn't have much time. So I'm the one who gave up coming straight to the cafe."

"If I may know, Mr. Prayoga invited Mom to dinner at which cafe?" my many.

"Ehm, um.at the Rainbow cafe." 

"Mother wear this, yes," I said as I thrust a jacket at her.

"You think I'm a little kid who can catch a cold in the night breeze?"

"I'm just worried about Mom."

"No need to overdo it" he said, brushing off the jacket.

"Mother go first. The door does not need to be locked. I don't want the next door neighbor to hear me knock on the door."

Time shows at 22:30 p.m. I'm not going to sleep before I make sure mom gets home. I hope before midnight he's back with Mr. Prayoga delivered.

Time goes on, until the clock shows 00:30. Even if you do have dinner, it won't take more than an hour. But why hasn't mom come home yet?

It occurred to me to call my mother's number, but what if I actually disturbed her? But it's past midnight. How could a man as good as Prayoga take mom somewhere else?

Panic and worry began to attack me. Even bad thoughts ran through my head. Did something happen to Mom and Prayoga?

Nah! I can't just shut up. I need to know where Mom is now.

I took my phone and I called my mom's number. The connecting tone was indeed heard, However, my call was ignored. There is no other way than to call Prayoga's number.

It took a while to wait before he finally answered the phone call from me.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Prayoga]

[Waalaikum. Is there anything Nak Zura called me these nights?]

[Sorry, Sir. Was Amsij with my mother?]

[What about Nak Zura? I haven't seen Sabrina in a few days. The plan is only tomorrow I want to visit your boarding place. I'm sorry, I've been pretty busy lately]

[Astaghfirullah]

[Why, Son?]

[So, you didn't go to dinner with you?]

[No, Son. I did not leave the house tonight]

Clik. End conversation.

If you're not with Prayoga, where is he now?

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