My madam, my poison

The unfinished revenge

"Ehm. I accidentally hit the door" replied Fatimah.

"You don't lie. Your face is bruised because of the marks hit," I said.

"No, Ra. It's just a former door bump. After treatment later also healed."

I can't believe what my sister-in-law said. The bruise on his face clearly showed that it was a punch mark. 

"Who hit you, Fat?" my many.

"Ti-ti-no one hit me. Didn't I just say I accidentally hit the door" he argued.

"We've known him long enough. I know that you're hiding something" I said.

"What's the matter, son? Just talk to us." Mom chiming.

"Ehm.I-i, …"

"Did Darren's brother hit you?" I asked while looking closely at Fatimah's eyes. My old friend nodded his head.

"Astaghfiullah! Why is Darren doing that hard? What the hell is going on?"

Fatimah who had been trying to look okay was now no longer able to hide her sadness. The crying began to break.

"Why did Darren hit you, son? Does he often do you any harm?" ask mother.

"Lately Darren's changed. He used to be rude to me even he didn't hesitate to flirt just because I made a small mistake."

"What problem does Darren really have with you?"

"I just asked Darren who Widya has been calling him lately after midnight. But he took offense and hit me" Fatimah said.

"Where is Darren now? I need to talk to him."

"Mas Darren left last night and hasn't come home yet. He seems angry at me. I tried to call his phone but couldn't connect."

"Is Darren always like this when you're in a storm?" ask mother.

"No, Ma. Mas Darren almost never said rude let alone play hands. Her nature changed after I gave birth to Anisa. Mas Darren is disappointed that I gave birth to a daughter. Now mas Darren often said rough and light hands," said Fatimah.

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly someone entered the living room.

"Alhamdulillah, you go home too. I'm worried about Mas" said Fatimah.

Brother Darren looked at me and mother alternately.

"Oh, you invited them for sure to complain, didn't you?" 

"It's mom, son. After so long of not meeting, don't you want to kiss mom's hand?"

"sorry. I assume that my mother is dead" said Darren.

"Sister Darren! Watch what you say! This mother is our parent whom we should respect!" myrag.

"You can say that because you are his favorite son."

"So, just realized that I was hurt by the treatment of the mother who was favoritism?"

"Mother apologize if you always put Zura's interests before you and Maureen."

"Still remember also apparently that Mother still has a daughter in addition to the mother's favorite child."

"Maureen's mother's daughter too. Maybe you forgot about him. Do you know where he is now?"

"If I knew where he was, I wouldn't tell Mom. Just like me, Maureen has also been so hurt over the treatment of Mom and Dad. Maybe she thought she didn't have a mother anymore either."

"Until when will Big Brother hold grudges and hatred against us? Believe me, resentment and hatred will only torment your own feelings."

"Do you ever think that the disaster that destroyed our family was your fault?" Mom chiming.

"Well, you're actually beating me up."

"You and Maureen are paying people to kidnap Zura that night, right?" ask mother.

"Where's the evidence?"

"I don't have any proof. But that night I heard Brother's chat with Maureen's sister who was planning to get me out of the house. The kidnapper was Brother's man, wasn't he? He tried to force me out of the room. But I put up a fight by holding on to the window curtains. Naas, the curtain snatched the candle that was burning because the lights in my room were suddenly extinguished. I'm sure the kidnapper deliberately cut off the power before he acted."

"Are you really the one behind the fire, Darren?" I looked into Darren's eyes.

"If so, why? You want to go to the police and put me in jail? Mothers who would be ashamed because the people out there would know what kind of woman I had given birth to."

"Darren, you, …!"

Mother raised her right hand and prepared to slap in Darren's face but was restrained.

"Mom's gonna slap me? Please!"

"Easy, Mom. Let's just go home. It's free to argue with stubborn people" I said.

"I didn't expect your presence in this house either."

"Oh yeah, remember my message. Treat Fatimah well. Never be rude let alone hurt her" I said.

"Have his lecture? The exit is over there" said Brother Darren, pointing his index finger at the door.

"May God open the door of your heart" I said before leaving the room.

When will Darren's resentment and hatred for us melt away?

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