My madam, my poison

Scant

"Mom don't joke. Where maybe Lyra wasn't in the room. He can't walk yet" I said. While my focus has not shifted from the clothes I was sewing.

"Mom's not kidding! Lyra's not in the room!" firmly mom. I stopped my work and rushed to my room. I was shocked when I didn't find Lyra on her bed.

"Astaghfiullah! Where's Lyra, Mom?" my many.

"Mom should have asked you. Where is Lyra? She was the same as you, right?"

"Then Lyra was the same. But he's sleeping, so I put him to bed in the room."

"You saw it for yourself, didn't you? Lyra wasn't in bed?"

I quickly found Lyra in the room, even under the bed and under the dresser. But the result is nil.

"Lyra, where are you, son?" raangu.

"When you came in, didn't you lock the front door?" ask mother.

"No, Ma. I just closed it. Besides, my customer just got home."

"Don't the sin*ing woman who secretly broke into our house and kidnapped Lyra."

"You mean Salma?"

"Who else if not him. She was gi*a for losing her baby. He could've kidnapped Lyra and thought Lyra was the baby."

Mom was right too. The death of the baby made Salma's soul shaken. It's not impossible that he kidnapped Lyra secretly from my house.

"Let's check Rahma's room" I said.

We rushed to Rahma's room, which was right next to mine.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am Salma, Rahma" I said from the front door of his room.

There is no lawfulness.

"Women sin*ing! Return grandson! Don't you mess with me!" shouted the mother who suddenly invited the attention of the other hostess residents.

"Why is Miss Sabrina screaming? What's up, Mom?" ask one of the hostesses.

"My grandson's missing! It must be this sin*ing woman who kidnapped him."

"So I saw Salma walking to Zura's room. I think he just there's a need" said the girl named Mirna.

"So right, that sin*woman kidnapped my granddaughter? Where is he now?"

"Salmas! Out you!" yelled mother again.

"It looks like this room is empty, ma'am. Today Rahma is working the morning shift" explained Mirna.

"Where is Salma? Where's the lyra taken?" my many.

Suddenly there was the sound of someone shouting from the direction of the gate.

"Sir Zura! Zura Ma'am!" shouted the middle-aged woman. I rushed to him too.

"What's up, Mom?" my many.

"Li.Lyra…"

"Why Lyra?"

"So I saw Salma taking Lyra on a motorcycle to that direction. I asked where I was going, but the ojek was gone."

Athaghfirullah! So is it really Salma's mother who kidnapped Lyra?

Without wasting any more time, I then headed to the ojek base and hired a taxi driver to pursue Mbak Salma.

After a few minutes down the main road, I started catching motorcycles on Salma's car. Of course I asked the motorcycle taxi driver to follow the motorcycle. Damn, it seems Salma realized that he was being followed. The motorcycle was getting faster and reluctant to pull over even though the motorcycle I was riding many times sounded his horn. I was getting irritated when the motorcycle I was riding stopped suddenly.

"Why do we stop, sir?" my many.

"Sorry, Ma'am. The gas is out."

Yes Rabb. How'this? What if Salma really took Lyra away and I would never see her again? That fear is now attacking me.

"Where, sir?"

"500 meters more there's a gas station."

How long do I have to wait until the taxi guy comes back? I can't just shut up. Or maybe Salma took Lyra further and further away. Lord, help you from any direction.

That's when help really comes. A black car stopped right in front of me.

"Zurais? What are you doing here?"

"Fabian…?"

"What are you doing on the side of the road like this?"

"Li.Lyra…"

"Why Lyra?"

"Lyra kidnapped!"

"Astaghfiullah! How could she be kidnapped?"

"That's it. Don't waste time arguing. We need to hurry up after the kidnapper before he goes any further."

"Where did the kidnapper take Lyra?"

"To there."

"Ride up!" fabian said as he opened the car door for me.

Although our relationship is now deteriorating, I must not be concerned with my ego. However, Lyra's safety is far more important. I got into Fabian's car and started chasing Salma's mother who had been trying to get Lyra away.

I was almost desperate because I had lost track of Salma's motorbike. However, suddenly the motorcycle reappeared and this time stopped at a small stall on the side of the road. I can make sure the bike stops to refuel. I also took advantage of the opportunity to approach Mbak Salma.

"Salma's sister, where is Lyra going?" my many.

"He's Ridho my son. I'll take her home and meet Roni's mas."

"He's Lyra, Ma'am. Not Ridho. We go home yes. Poor Lyra. He will get sick if invited to travel far by motorcycle," I persuaded.

"He's my son Ridho! I'll take him to Roni's mas!"

"Yes, we found Ridho with Roni's mas but by car huh? It's gonna be sooner." Fabian.

"You must be lying, right? You will definitely take Ridho from me."

"No, Ma'am. We're going to meet Ridho with Roni's mas."

"No!" Suddenly Salma ran and climbed onto the pedestrian bridge.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sister Salma! Get off!  It's dangerous in there!" my yelling.

"Go you! Don't come any closer!" shouted mbak Salma. The way she carried Lyra really made me shudder in horror. What if my daughter slipped out of her arms and fell from a height? Just imagine that I can't.

"Woi! Downhill!" 

"The baby's falling!"

"Is this a stressor or what?"

Apparently this scene began to invite the attention of the road users. One by one they helped try to persuade Salma's mother to quickly descend from that height.

"Salma's sister, we're going to Roni's mas by car, yes," I said.

"You all go! Don't bother me!" shouted again.

"Liara!" pekikku when mbak Salma suddenly tripped by his own feet to make Lyra who was in his arms fell and was thrown.

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