My madam, my poison

Talk to me, Mas

"Why did you see that rich?" 

Apparently Fabian felt that I was watching him.

"It's not usually morning shower like this except for us, …"

"You don't think shit. What is wrong if the occasional shower shampooing in the morning? It can make the mind clearer." 

Fabian hangs the wet towel behind the door, he then walks closer to Lyra who is engrossed in playing alone. His gaze did not shift from a toy that rotated right on his bed.

"What breakfast are you going to eat this morning?" I started off from the Lyra side.

"Anything."

What happened to my husband? Why is his tone so flat like this? Every time I ask him about breakfast, he always mentions what he wants. And I will be happy to prepare the food he asked for.

"Fried rice? Or, …"

"Anything that matters can be eaten."

Honestly, I don't like that word. I'd rather Fabian's mas mention the food he wanted even though I had to have a little hassle to prepare it.

"Yes already. I'll make fried rice."

Fabian did not agree. He seemed to be playing with me Lyra.

I got out of the room and walked to the dining room.

"Good morning, Ms. Zura," said Mila as we passed each other in the living room.

"Don't have a hair dryer?" tanyakanya.

"Hair dryers?" Both my eyebrows are tied.

"Yes. That's how you dry your hair."

What the fuck? In addition to Fabian mas, Mila was also shower shampooing at dawn.

"It's normal to see it. From last night I was hot, so my hair was dripping with sweat. That's why I'm shampooing this early."

"I don't have a hair dryer" I said flatly.

"Today I don't have a hair dryer? Very old," the ledek.

"Make what? I think there's still more important stuff than that hairdryer."

"But if you wear a towel dry for long."

"I want the dawn prayer to keep cooking for Fabian's breakfast." I passed from before Mila and walked towards the bathroom.

I don't know why I felt calmer as drop by drop of ablution water started to wet my skin. Bad thoughts about Fabian and Karmila who had crossed my head also slowly melted.

I had just folded my face back when suddenly the fragrance of cooking burst out in my nose. 

Nah! I won't let Mila make breakfast for Fabian!

From the musholla I rushed to the kitchen. Sure enough, Mila had just finished cooking a plate of fried rice.

"Who told you to cook?" my many. Mila shook her head.

"Mbak Zura later her prayers. Mas Fabian was hungry" he said, moving the fried rice from the frying pan into the dish.

"What do you know about Fabian's daily life? I've lived with him for ten years. So I know more about him."

"So?"

"Mas Fabian will only eat my homemade breakfast." I took out a plate full of hot fried rice and intended to set it aside. Without guessing Mila just pulled the plate.

"Say!" The plates and their contents spilled and splattered on the floor.

"Astaghfirullah's. What's the matter?"

I turned my eyes towards the kitchen door. Fabian was already standing there. Of course, holding Lyra.

"I intend to cook you breakfast. But Zura slammed the plate instead, "accuse Mila.

"It's not so, Mom. I just, …"

"Azzuraj! It's not worth it that you do!" snapped it.

I stroked the chest. Of course it hurts not to play. Just because this one sycophant Fabian just called my name. 

I took over Lyra from Fabian's sling and took her back to the room. I felt both my eyes start to warm, until finally the clear circle just dripped from the corner of my eye. I hugged Lyra while being stunned.

"I'm sorry, Dek," said Fabian as he sat by my side. He gently rubbed my back.

"Mas is changing now."

"The mass never changes. I still love you so much."

"What kind of love? Not anything, I've been rude to me. What if I marry him?"

"I didn't slam the plate. I just wanted to put the plate away but he took it."

"From now on you must be ready to share anything with Karmila."

"Including sharing a husband?" ask me with a vibrating voice.

"You gotta remember, Deck. The sins of the law deny the commission."

"Want to?"

"Mas will continue to marry Mila with or without your consent."

"Talk me now, Mas," I said.

"What are you talking about? Don't you think about Lyra's fate? You think it's easy to live a widow?"

"Mas do not precede the provisions of God. Allah has guaranteed the sustenance of every creature. I'll prove I can live without Mas."

"Geek!" The nausea was attacking me again.

"You sick?" 

Mas Fabian tried to rub my back again but I brushed it off.

"Sir..Nduk…"

Suddenly I heard my mother's voice calling me from the guest room.

I laid Lyra who was sleeping on the bed and rushed to the room. I quickly wiped my tears. I don't want you to know if I've been crying.

"Yes, Mom."

"Help mom into the bathroom. I want to take ablution water," he said.

I know you're in pain on his back. However, this did not make him miss his duty as a Muslim.

Slowly I helped the woman who had given birth to my husband get out of bed. But I failed to do it. Either because my energy is not strong enough or the mother who has difficulty lifting her own body. I don't want to call Fabian.

"Mas, please help me" I said.

Not long ago Fabian entered the room.

"Why, Deck?" tanyakanya.

"Mother wants to take ablution water" I replied.

We both tried to lift my mother's body from the bed. But my mother screamed in pain.

"Why, Mom?" my many.

"Mom's back feels stiff. I can't move it."

"Astaghfiullah!" we were almost at the same time.

"Yes already. I can pray while sleeping."

"What about the wudhunya, Mas?" my many.

"Mom can do tayamum on the wall" replied Fabian. I nodded in understanding.

With the guidance of Fabian mas, the mother did tayamum until finally he finished performing two rakaat his dawn. For this one thing, Fabian's knowledge need not be doubted.

"Wouldn't we take mom to the hospital, Mas?" my many.

"Mas will call Mbok Jum this morning. If mom's condition hasn't improved, we've just taken her to the hospital."

I don't want to argue in front of my mom. I finally agreed.

"Want to have some warm tea?" my many.

He nodded his head.

I got out of the guest room and walked into the kitchen.

"Geek!" 

For the number of times the nausea was attacking me. What the hell is going on with me?

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