My madam, my poison

(Not) A soul mate

"Mother why? It looks so confused?" ask Fina. I think he can catch the restlessness on my face.

"The wedding dress ordered by Keenan and Ms. Asha is ready. I tried to dial the number on this business card but Keenan did not answer my call" I said.

"Maybe Keenan's busy, ma'am. The wedding is still two days away. Who knows, in the afternoon or tomorrow morning someone will come to pick up the wedding dress" said Fina.

I looked at the address on the business card. One office address and the other address is a home address.

"The Azalia Road. 67. It seems I know where this address is," I murmured.

After a while, I finally managed to remember where the address was. Keenan's residence is just a few kilometers away from the housing of Fabian and Mila.

"Where are you going?" fina asked when she saw me swapping my daily hijab for the wide-sized hijab I always wore when I left the house.

"I want to take this wedding dress. Maybe they're too busy to take this shirt."

"I'm with you, Mom. I must be having a hard time carrying her around holding Lyra."

I nodded my head in response to agree.

"Where is Keenan's house, ma'am?" ask Fina.

"Azalia Street no 67. Not too far from Lyra's father's house. I'm afraid they're too busy to take this shirt."

After getting ready, we left our boarding house.

"Housing Azalia, sir," I told the taxi driver."

About twenty minutes later we arrived at the elite residence.

"Good morning, sir," I said to the security guard at the gate of the three-story house.

"Good morning, Mom. I'm sorry, who's mom and what's needed?"

"My name is Azzura. Is this really Keenan's residence?"

"really. Is this mom Keenan's friend or business partner?" ask security named Bondan.

"Not both."

"Lantas, what do you need to find Keenan mas?"

"It so happens that I sewed the wedding dress mas Keenan and mbak Asha. Their wedding clothes are ready. I have tried many times to contact the phone number listed on the Keenan mas business card, but Keenan did not answer the phone call from me," I said.

"Since this morning, Keenan has not returned from the funeral. He may have left his phone at home.

"A funeral? Who died?" manya curious.

"Mother Asha."

"Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi raji'un." Of course I'm surprised I didn't play to hear that answer.

"Did I not hear wrong, sir? Ma'am Asha who you mean is mbak Asha his future wife, …"

"Yes, Ma'am. Ma'am Asha died this morning while performing dawn prayers."

"God, what a beautiful way mbak Asha facing Him," I said.

"We could not believe it when the family mbak Asha delivered this sad news. Mas Keenan only believed after coming to Asha's mother's house."

I just understood what Asha's words meant at that time. Although the wedding ceremony has been prepared in such a way, but only God is most entitled to determine whether the wedding event will be implemented or vice versa.

"Yes already, sir. I just leave this wedding dress to my dad. Please also offer my condolences" I said.

"Good, Mom. I'll tell you later."

"Please excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Just a few steps away from the gate, appeared the silver car that was used by the two brides-to-be to our boarding house two weeks ago. Bondan swiftly opened the gate and then let the car into the yard of the house which is probably five times the area of my boarding house. I had thought that Keenan mas who was being overwhelmed with grief would go straight into his house. But I was wrong. After closing the car door, he came to us.

"Sir Zura, huh?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, Mas. I came here to deliver the wedding dress that Mas Keenan ordered two weeks ago."

"This morning me and Asha were planning to take the wedding dress, but the plan was only a plan. God had called Asha before he tried the wedding dress" he said.

At first glance I looked at the owner of my eyes. I caught a deep sadness in there. Even he looks sincere with the departure of his bride-to-be.

"I'm sorry, if I may know if Asha is sick, or, …"

"Asha is not sick. Even before I went to bed last night, he sent me a good night message, see you tomorrow. I didn't expect it to be the last message for me" he explained.

"I am so sorry for the passing of Asha. He left in such a beautiful way. God willing, God will put him in heaven" I said.

"Aamiinu. Thank you for the do'a, Ma'am."

"Then we'll excuse you. Oh yes, the clothes I have put on Mr. Bondan," I said. The man understood.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Me, Lyra and Fina left the house.

"What a pity on Keenan. His future wife died three days before their wedding day" Fina said as we headed home.

"That's what Asha said. We as human beings can only plan, the rest is God's absolute right. Ma'am Asha had planned the wedding, but God had apparently planned another."

"I salute Mr. Keenan. Despite feeling so lost, he looks sincerely let go of his future wife."

"We are not allowed to love anything excessively. Because all we have is a deposit and there are times when God takes back the deposit" I said.

"May Allah give a soul mate as good as Asha was to Keenan."

"Aamiin's."

"Brakk!"

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly a loud voice came from the back of the taxi. Looks like another vehicle hit this cab.

The taxi driver pulled the cab over. Sure enough, the white sedan car that hit the back of his vehicle.

"Down you! You'll have to pay for my tax damage!" shouted the taxi driver I was riding while pounding on the windshield of the car.

"Fina, I picked Lyra up for a while" I said before getting out of the taxi and approaching the car.

"Look! Because of your carelessness, the back of my cab is dented. You have to take responsibility!" call the taxi driver.

I was surprised, the luxury car driver did not budge even though the sound of shouting outside sounded so loud.

"Down you! Or I'll call the police!" threatening the taxi driver.

Instead of rushing out, the car driver actually intends to gas. I must not remain silent, however guilty in this incident was the sedan.

"You don't try to run away from responsibility!" I cried while stretching out both my hands in front of the car.

"Hey! You want to die, right?!" shouted the driver of the car without moving from the steering wheel.

"You're guilty of not keeping a safe distance with this vehicle until it finally hits him. You must take responsibility for your mistakes."

"Surge! Or I'll hit you!" threaten her.

"You must not be selfish, sir. Look, the damage on the back of this cab is pretty severe. You have to take responsibility."

"Already, Pa. Just give the money to the driver. What if someone recorded this. Later Papa can get in trouble," said the woman sitting next to the steering bench.

I don't know why I was so curious about that woman. I also looked at his face from the windshield of the car. I've never seen that woman before. But wait! The baby in her arms seemed familiar to me. Isn't that baby, …?"

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