My madam, my poison

Keenan vs Gibran

Today I intend to visit my former mother-in-law at the nursing home. Don't forget I brought her favorite food souvenirs, a legit sandwich cake.

We waited a long time, but the taxi did not pass. Suddenly a car I had once seen stopped right in front of me.

"Sir Zura? What are you doing here?"

"Mas Keenan? Um ... I-I was waiting for a taxi," I replied.

"Where is Zura going?" ask again.

"I want to visit someone in a nursing home."

"It looks like we're in the same direction. My goal is to go to the Correctional Institution. Instead of lingering here, let's be with me. Poor Lyra it's hot."

"Ehm, it-it-it-it doesn't matter, Mas. Soon the cab will be coming."

"If you don't want to, you don't have to be forced" said a man sitting right next to the steering wheel. Waitaminute! Why are their faces so similar? Does Mas Keenan have a twin brother?

"Come, up." The man I called Keenan then pressed a button for a split second and then one of the car doors opened.

"Road up! Don't waste time!" snapped at the man who looked like Keenan.

I'm astonished. They're both brothers. But why are their properties so opposite? Mas Keenan said smooth and full of softness. But men who look like him tend to be rude.

"There is no need to speak so harshly to women. Please, Ma'am."

Although initially hesitant, I finally stepped into the car.

"If I may know, who's in the nursing home?" ask Keenan.

"My former mother-in-law."

"Oh yeah. A few days ago I met Fabian."

"Huh?! What does Fabian mean Lyra's father? Where did you meet?"

"We met at a correctional facility. I accidentally found his phone that fell in the parking lot."

I nodded in understanding.

"Sorry, is Mas Keenan's brother being held there?" my many.

"Not a brother, Ma'am. But my real mother."

I chose not to continue my question. I think it's less ethical for me who hasn't known him for a long time.

"Whatever problems your mother experienced I do'a will hopefully soon find the best way out."

"Amen. Thank you for a' her."

Once again I observed the faces of the two through the rear-view mirror that was right on the steering wheel. Hemm .. It looks like they are twins.

"Mad would have thought we were twins" Keenan said. It seems like he feels like I'm watching.

"You are so similar."

"But unfortunately we are not twin brothers. This man sitting beside me is called Gibran, he is my brother. It's just that our age distance is only one year," said Keenan.

"That's what it looks like."

Suddenly the car stopped.

"Why did we stop?" my many.

"Mak Zura is going to the nursing home, right? We've arrived."

Astarghfirullah's. Being too engrossed in chatting, I did not realize that I had reached my destination.

"This, Mas the fare," I said as I thrust a piece of fifty thousand in denominations at Keenan.

"Oh my God, Ma'am. Why did Mama pay me? I just intend to help. Just save that money to buy Lyra's diaper."

"The wind was rejected. If you don't want to, the money's for me. Good to buy cigarettes." Suddenly Gibran took the money out of my hand and put it in his shirt pocket. Keenan only shook his head in wonder at the attitude of his siblings.

Seconds later the door opened. I rushed out of the silver car.

"Thank you, Mom," I said.

"It looks like we're the same age. Just call your name to be more familiar" said Keenan.

"Ehem!" Gibran cleared his throat to make Keenan a little clumsy.

"When do you guys want to talk?" his protest.

"Mas Gibran is so impatient!" Keenan's turn grumbled.

"I'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Lyra's drug." Keenan waved his hand towards Lyra who was in my arms. My little daughter who was a year old also returned a wave of her hand.

"Drug .. A-yah."

"Call uncle, honey. Not dad" I said.

"Pa-man."

"Ma-ma-af, maybe Lyra learned to talk" I said nervously.

"It's okay. I understand" said Keenan.

"God. It's not over yet, either" grumbled Gibran again.

"Sorry, Ma'am. My brother is a little chatty" Keenan said.

"Come, hurry up. Mother is waiting for us" Gibran said.

"Please excuse me, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

The car passed from before me.

For the first time I entered a place called a nursing home. A place where elderly men or women are "exiled" by their families because they are reluctant or unable to take care of them when they enter old age.

"Good day, how can I help you?" greet an officer who welcomes me in front of the entrance.

"I want to see Kinanti's mother."

"Let's come with me." The officer headed for a room, while I followed behind him.

"Mother, .." That second also the clear liquid in my eyes melted. I too rushed into his arms.

"Summer, …"

"How's Mom doing?" my many.

"Mother misses you," he said. I can catch a pair of those glazed neutrals.

Thank God, the way my mother spoke was a little bit better than when we last met a few months ago.

"Lyra and I miss Mom, too."

"Ne-nek," said Lyra.

"Yes, Honey. This is your grandmother" I said.

"You've grown up, honey," said the mother.

"Yes, Mom. Lyra just celebrated her first birthday."

"Fabian with mom."

"Fabian's situation is difficult now. He lost all his possessions, and Mila is now in prison. Fabian can't afford nurses. That's why he had to send mom to this place" I explained.

"Bring mommy to stay with you."

How'this? In my boarding house right now there is Fina who lives with me. Should I bring him too?

"Mother promise won't trouble you."

"I'm sorry, Mom. For now I can't take Mom to live with me. But I promise, one day I will definitely take Mom out of this place" I said.

"You promise, Zura?" ask mother.

I nodded my head in response.

"Oh yeah, I brought you my favorite food" I said as I grabbed the black plastic bag and gave it to my mother.

"You remember mom's favorite food."

"Of course, Mom. I even remember what kind of food you liked and didn't like".

"How's Mila doing?"

"A few days ago I visited him. She's fine, Mom."

"What does that have to do with Fabian all right?" ask mom again.

What am I supposed to say? Should I say that Fabian intends to divorce Mila?

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