My madam, my poison
About Keenan
"I know the difficulties you are going through. You now live in a cramped rented house, and you sent your mother to a nursing home, didn't you? If you want to marry me, your life will be assured. Your position in the company will also never be shifted."
"But, Ma'am, …"
"But why? You worried about Mila? Your wife is in jail. Are you willing to live four years lonely? As a normal man
you will be tormented if you have to linger apart with your partner."
Fabian who already has the intention to divorce from Mila, of course, began to be influenced by Silvia's remarks. Moreover, Silvia promised a position that he had been seeking. When else can a comfortable and secure life with a high position only on the condition of marrying the daughter of the owner of a large company?
"Hows it? Will you accept my offer?"
"Give me time to think. I need to talk about this with Mila."
"Remember, I don't want to be second" Silvia said.
Fabian was silent for a moment, and he thought.
"I married Mila just because of a will. But after marriage, we found a mismatch. Is it wrong if I let it go?" muttered.
"All right, I give you a day to think." Silvia passed from the presence of Fabian, and he left his room.
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Meanwhile Keenan who was still mourned was seen sitting pensively on the balcony behind his room.
"Lunch is ready, Mas" said the middle-aged woman.
Keenan who was busy daydreaming certainly did not respond to his words. He even slightly tiptoed as the middle-aged woman touched his arm.
"Yes. Asha?"
"Sorry, Mas. It's aunt."
"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. I'm sorry, Mbok. I was, …"
"I get. Keenan must have felt so lost to Asha. Moreover, he was called God at the time of the wedding day. Ma'am Asha is a good and righteous woman. God willing, God put her in heaven" said the woman who is usually called Mbok Marni.
"Aamiin's."
Suddenly, Darmi's view was fixed on a paperbag in the trash. Without even asking, he knew that the contents inside were a piece of kebaya.
"Why was this shirt thrown away, Mom?" tanyakanya.
"The prospective wearer is gone. I'd better throw it away."
"It's a shame that a shirt as good as this should be thrown away. I'm sure the price must be expensive. If possible, let me just keep it."
"Why is this cruel fate, Mbok?" Keenan's voice sounded slightly trembling.
"We as human beings are just a play on every scenario written by God. From so many destinies, the soul mate becomes one we cannot guess. Mbok knows Mas Keenan is feeling sad and lost. But Mas Keenan must not be too long dissolved in grief. Mas Keenan must be sure if God has prepared the best mate for Mas Keenan."
"It's God's punishment because you want to get me married!" shouted someone who had suddenly appeared before them.
"Mas Gibran?"
"Mas Keenan is grieving, it is not appropriate that Mas Gibran said so," said Mbok Marni.
"The reality is so. You want to get me married and now your future wife dies suddenly."
"The name of death comes suddenly, Mas. Can pick up anytime and anywhere." Suddenly Marni covered her nose.
"Yes Allah. Mas Gibran must have drunk alcohol again. When did Mas Gibran get out of that bad habit?"
"Only a drink can understand me."
Gibran is Keenan's older brother. Both of them were only one year old. Physically, both of them have faces that are so similar that they are often thought to be twins. It's just that from the appearance of Keenan who daily struggled with office work was neater than Gibran who seemed indifferent with his appearance. Because of the busyness of both parents, it was Mbok Marni who nurtured both. That is why they have such a close relationship like mother and child. Mbok Marni does not hesitate to give advice or reprimand when both make mistakes.
"The age of Mas Gibran is no longer young. Mas Gibran should have started thinking about the future" Marni said.
"What do I need to worry about? Father and mother's wealth. It might not run out until seven descendants. I also just have to choose which woman I want to make a wife."
"From your many girlfriends, I know you're just playing with them. No one has a serious relationship with you." Keenan.
Suddenly Gibran's body was shaken. He just dropped himself on the sofa. Seconds later he fell asleep.
Keenan only shook his head in wonder at his brother's attitude.
"I'll excuse you, Mom. Looks like Madame Anita called me."
"I'll be downstairs soon, Mbok."
"This shirt let me keep it." Mbok Marni took the brown paperbag and then took it away from the front Keenan.
"Where's your brother?" ask the mother at lunch.
"Sleep in my room."
"In your room?"
"Yes. He's drunk again."
There was no response from the mother. To him, it was common.
"What's your wedding plan with Asha?" ask the mother.
"Asha is gone. Our marriage failed."
The answer suddenly made the mother jerked in shock until she was choked by the food that had just passed through her throat.
"Whatchu mean? Shouldn't your wedding be tomorrow?"
Keenan smiled blandly.
"Mother's out of town for a week. I don't know what happened the last two days. Asha died while performing dawn prayers at her home."
"Yes already. That means Asha is not your soul mate. You don't worry. I'll introduce you to my friend's daughter. Only a bo*oh girl wouldn't want to be with a handsome, established guy like you."
"Oh yeah where's dad? Didn't you go home with her?" Keenan switched the conversation.
"Home from D, your father went straight to B. Maybe after tomorrow we'll be back."
Their conversation came to a halt when Anita's phone suddenly rang. The woman who always looked fashionable also rushed to leave the dining table and answered the call.
"Mom left first" he said shortly after ending the phone call. He then put his clothes on the table.
"Mother just came home after one Sunday out of town and now wants to go again?" protest Keenan.
"There's a client I need to meet right now."
"Are there a few things you can't make time for your kids?"
"You two are big. Can take care of yourself, can't you?"
"Once in a while we want to talk to Mom. We want you to hear our complaints."
"Mom's been waiting for the client." Anita put her sling bag back on and left the room.
Suddenly Keenan's gaze was fixed on the phone that was on the table.
"ah! Mom forgot her phone again," she muttered.
Keenan grabbed the device and intended to give it to her mother before she got back in her car. That's when a message comes in on the conversation app.
[From: Nina]
[I'm waiting in hotel room no. 511"]
"Who is the sender of this message? Why are they making appointments in hotel rooms?" mumbling Keenan.
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