My madam, my poison

Curious

"Sorry, uncle can't talk about this right now. Uncle hastily," said Mr. Prayoga. He then left the terrace.

"Female bin*l! Out you!" shouts Salma from the terrace.

"Mak Salma rest inside, yes," said Rahma while holding the hand of her only puppet sister and invite her back into the room. But Salma refused it. The woman whose soul was being shaken actually approached the room that became the residence of me and my mother.

"You girls bin*l!" his yell.

"Basasic woman sin*ing!" exclaim mom.

"Where's Roni's mas!"

"Roni again. Roni again. How many times have I told you, I don't know a man named Roni. Why don't you understand that?"

"Give me Roni! Because you're dead Roni!" screamed Salma again.

"Once again you say that, I'll call the asylum!" threaten mom.

"Where's Roni's mas!" 

Suddenly, Salma put her hand on her neck and prepared to strangle her. Of course, my mother did not remain silent. He resisted the attack by clawing at Salma's face to make the woman whose age was not far away from me scream in pain. He then took his hand off his neck.

"Oh Allah, is Salma okay?" asked Rahma as she approached her sister.

"Mum Sabrina shouldn't have done this to my sister" he said.

"You saw it for yourself, didn't you? The sin*ing woman attacked me first. If I had stayed silent, he would have strangled me. Your brother no longer deserves to live in this place. He should be treated in a mental hospital!"

"Sorry, Mom. My brother is not gil*. Her soul was only being struck by the loss of her husband and baby. I'm sure Salma can recover without being admitted to a mental institution."

"The woman was not hit, but disturbed her soul aka gil*!" exclaim mom.

"As a fellow woman, Ms. Sabrina should have understood what my sister felt. It can also happen to Mom if Mom loses someone she loves" Rahma said.

"You're a little boy. Don't talk about me."

"We go inside, Ma'am, let me treat the wound on your face." 

Rather than responding to mother's remarks, Rahma preferred to end the debate. He invited Salma into his house.

"We just move from here" said the mother shortly after the two brothers passed.

"Where to go, Mom? It is not easy to find a boarding house or a rented house. Moreover, I just opened a business in this place," I said.

"Out there are still many boarding houses or rented houses that are safe from gi*a women's interference!"

"But, Ma'am, …"

"May Yoga quickly marry me. So I can live in his big, comfortable house."

"So that's why I took Mr Prayoga's proposal for granted?"

"You think especially? Who would marry that old man if it were not for his property? All this time I've been living hard, I don't want to be suffering anymore let alone poor."

"A relationship without sincerity will not last long" I said.

"You and Fabian who said they loved each other, it turns out your marriage was ruined too, right?"

The mood was silent for a moment.

"It's almost eight. You're not gonna let your mom starve, are you?"

"Yes, Mom. I'll cook first. I'll drop Lyra for a second."

"My body's still limp, I'm going to go to the room first."

I had no choice but to cook in the kitchen holding Lyra.

*****

Cuisine's been served at the dinner table, Lyra's also just been put to sleep in the room. It's time for me to go with my sewing machine. Today I have to finish some stitches on my subscription.

I stopped my work for a moment when suddenly my phone I had in my pocket rang. Apparently Fatimah called. I rushed to answer the call.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Fatima]

[Valayoungtsalam, Ra. What are you again?]

[I'm sewing clothes]

[Where is my nephew?]

[Lyra just went to bed]

[Your news is good, isn't it?]

[Rb, ..]

[What's up, Fat? Why is your voice hoarse? You've been crying, haven't you?]

[You have no time Ra? I'd love to see you. There are so many things I want to talk to you about. Other than you, I don't have any sharing friends]

[Ehm, what if this afternoon we meet in the park? Pity Lyra and Anisa when invited out in this hot air]

[In which park, Ra?]

[In the city park only. Not too far from your home]

[Alright, at three in the afternoon we meet in the park]

[I continued sewing again. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Capitaly]

****

"Where do you want to go this afternoon?" mother asked when she saw me putting a veil on Lyra's head.

"To the park, Mom. Fatimah asked me to meet. We haven't seen each other for long."

"Be careful, do not carelessly take a taxi" said the mother. I nodded in understanding.

"We're going, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

Twenty minutes later I arrived at the park. I spread my eyes in a not so wide place. However, I did not see Fatimah's whereabouts there. Maybe he's still on the road.

I approached a bench and sat on it. Not long after I heard the chatter of a man and a woman sitting on a bench not so far from my seat. We couldn't see each other because we were blocked by a large tree. I also heard quite clearly their conversation.

"Why did you take me to this place?" ask the man.

"There's something important I want to say and there's no way we can talk about it in the office."

"Is this an office problem?"

"Of course not."

"Want to?"

"It's about personal matters."

"What does Mother mean?"

"I'm sure you understand what I want to talk about. I know you already have a wife. But I can't lie about my feelings. I need you very much. I can't even get away from you. I want to marry you, Bian," the woman said.

"But, Mum. I-i, …"

"You must remember. If you don't have my services, you can't be a manager in the office, Bian."

Waitaminute! Did I not hear wrong? That woman just mentioned Bian's name, didn't she? Bian was Fabian, the father of Lyra.

I have not yet moved from my seat. I still want to hear their chat continuation.

"I know, Mom. But my wife is pregnant now. I can't leave it."

"I want to wait until your wife gives birth."

"What does Mom mean?"

"After your wife gives birth, you leave her and marry me."

"What?!"

"Why should you be surprised? Do you want to have an important position in the company? If you want to marry me, my position as director will be transferred to you."

My curiosity is unstoppable no longer. I quickly got out of my seat and intended to approach them.

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