My madam, my poison

Mr Prayoga's plan

I just finished bathing Lyra that morning. I rushed out into the courtyard when I heard the sound of the usual roving vegetable vendor passing in front of my hostel. It did not take long, the cart that sells fresh vegetables and kitchen spices has become an invasion of mothers.

"Good morning, Ms. Zura," said one of the mothers who lived not far from my boarding house.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Have you seen Sabrina for a few days? He still lives here, doesn't he, Ma'am?" ask the other mother.

"I-i-iya, Mom. My mother still lives with me."

"Oh, where do I think."

"My mother's in Ma'am's room, cleaning up."

After choosing the vegetables and side dishes that I will cook today, I quickly paid for them and went back into the boarding house. Just stepping into the room, I heard the sound of a car roar from the direction of the gate. From where I stand I can recognize who the white car is. Several pairs of eyes that still did not move from the place of the vegetable cart were seen glancing cynically at the driver of the car. The other two whispered to each other.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Come on in, sir."

Yep. The man who had just come to our residence was Mr. Prayoga.

"Good morning, Beautiful," the man greeted Lyra as he gently rubbed her cheek.

"Good morning, Uncle, uh, sir.eh,... Lyra should call you by what name?"

"Call me grandpa."

"I don't feel good if Lyra calls you Grandpa."

"Loh, why? Men my age deserve to be called grandfather, right?" Mr. Prayoga chuckles.

"T-t-but, …"

"It's okay, just call grandpa."

I responded to Mr. Prayoga with a smile on his lips.

"Oh yeah, where's your mom?"

"Mother is still in her room."

"Can you please call me? There's something important I need to talk about."

"Good, Sir. Please wait here."

"There's Mr. Prayoga in the living room, ma'am," I told my mother.

Since the incident that night somehow mother became more often locked themselves in the room. Even when eating, I have to deliver the food into the room.

"Yoga? Waita minute!"

Mom quickly moved from her bed, she then tidied her hair a little messy and polished her face with powder.

What's wrong with mom? Usually he is lazy with everything related to Mr. Prayoga. Why does he look so excited this time?

After replacing her nightgown with a short-sleeved blouse, she rushed to the living room. A sweet smile he deliberately threw to welcome the arrival of the man who is now his close friend. 

"How are you, Rina?" greet mr Prayoga.

"Ehm, ba-ba-well, Mas."

"Sorry, I just visited you. Lately I've been pretty busy with work."

"It's okay, Mom. I got it. What do you want to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"No need to bother. I had breakfast at home."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Oh yeah. Where did we go that night? How did Zura call you?"

"Ehm.ehm..that night I had dinner with an old friend. We forgot the time because we were too busy talking. My phone is also out of battery. That's why Zura called Mas to find me."

Astarghfirullah's. Mom lied again. It turns out that once a person lies, he will continue to lie to cover up his lie.

"Son Zura, sit down" said Prayoga.

I sat on the couch right next to my mom.

"There's something important I want to talk to you about."

"I intend to propose you to be my wife, Sabrina."

"Me-me-la-mar?"

"Yes. Actually, I have been wanting to express my intentions for a long time. But, I was forced to postpone my intention because of the accident you experienced at that time," said Mr. Prayoga.

"I want to marry you, Mom" said the mother eagerly.

My forehead shriveled, of course I wonder why mom took the proposal for granted without a single word of pleasantry.

"Sorry, Sir. Does Widya already know this plan?" my many.

The man wearing the long-sleeved shirt shook his head weakly.

"Anyway Widya is your daughter. He deserves to know this important matter."

"Widya is stubborn. Not only Sabrina, she never liked me being in contact with any woman" Prayoga said.

"So, you're still going to marry my mother without Widya's knowledge?"

"Yes, Son. I have the right to decide my own way of life. I am confident in my decision."

"But, Sir. It's good that you talk about this with Widya," I said.

"Why are you, Zura? Doesn't seem like Yoga mas proposed to me?" mother protest.

"It's not so, Mom. I'm just afraid Widya misunderstands that Mr. Prayoga and mom married secretly without her knowledge."

"Son Zura is right. Maybe I should talk to Widya" said Mr Prayoga.

"Mas will still marry me even without Widya's consent, right?"

"Hopefully Widya can understand my plan."

"Don't be long, Mom," said the mother.

This time it was Mr. Prayoga's turn to look at the astonished mother.

"Patience, Rina. It all takes time" he said.

"All right, I'll excuse you. I still have business" said Mr Prayoga as he moved from his seat.

"Be careful, sir," I said.

Mr. Prayoga stepped out of our house. That's when Rahma passed by. Of course he was quite shocked to see the whereabouts of his uncle in this place.

"Uncle? What's Uncle doing in this place?" tanyakanya.

"Rahmas? You're in here too?" mr. Prayoga asked back.

"Yes, Uncle. Does Uncle know Zura?" ask Rahma again.

"Yes. We have known each other not long. We met inadvertently at the hospital when Zura's mother had an accident" Prayoga said.

The atmosphere turned frantic as Salma suddenly walked out of her room. 

"Bin*l's woman has become Roni's affair, right, Uncle?" his contactless tanyanya makes Pak Prayoga confused.

"Why is Salma like this, son? What the hell happened to him? Why is his stomach flat? Has she given birth?" ask Mr. Prayoga.

"Baby Sister Salma died in the womb, Uncle."

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un."

"Since then his soul has been shaken. Salma's mother often accused Sabrina of being Roni's affair," Rahma said.

Suddenly Rahma looked into the uncle's eyes. 

"Did Uncle know something about Roni and Sabrina's mas?" tanyanya full of search.

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