My madam, my poison
What is this feeling?
"Mom thought you didn't come" Anita said shortly after Keenan and Gibran arrived at the visiting room.
"So Keenan met his new girlfriend. They chat until they forget time" Gibran said.
"Whose girlfriend?"
"That was wearing a big headscarf and carrying a little kid."
"About you. Name Azzura. She used to sew my wedding dress."
"But she's beautiful too Ken. Try her sexy and tight clothes, I might be able to fall in love with her." Gibran chuckles.
"Your mind cannot be far from beautiful and sexy women."
"I don't want a hypocrite to be a man. Do you want to have an ugly wife, a bully, a spotty, a village?"
"Find the wife not only the beautiful and the body is good. What would a beautiful wife do if she couldn't cook and take care of her husband?"
"I have a lot of money. If I had a wife later I wouldn't let her hands be rough with cooking or homework. I'll pay the maid and the chef. Ha ha ha," he joked.
"So, what is your wife's job? Pregnant and giving birth, are you?" tease Keenan.
"If I had a child, I would pay a baby sitter to take care of it. My wife's only job is to serve me and spend my money."
"God. What the fuck are you guys. Why talk about wife?" protest of the mother.
"The one who started."
"Kok so I'm to blame. You're the one who accused the no-no."
"Yes already. If you're here just to fight, mom goes into the cell again, just" said the mother half-threatening who of course detained both.
"Wait, Mom! We promise not to make any more noise" Gibran said.
"Mom can't stand living here anymore
Usually the mother sleeps on a soft mattress and in an AC room. Now you have to sleep jostling on the floor which is just a mat. Just a few days it feels like the mother's body will crumble," said the woman who always stylish socialite.
"Mom already knows that life in prison is not good. Why did you have to be that junkie?" Gibran.
"Yes .. yes. Mother admitted wrong. I'm influenced by mom's always busy friends."
"How, Ken? Have you contacted a lawyer?" ask the mother.
"I've been to his house twice, but the lawyer of our family acquaintance has always been nowhere."
"Why aren't you looking for another lawyer?"
"Of the many lawyers, only Mr. Leo has won the most cases."
"The evidence you have is only a few grams. I'm sure the court will grant you a request for rehabilitation" Keenan said.
"Mother doesn't want to go to jail for months or years."
"Mom must promise, after this incident I will repent" said Gibran.
"Yes. I don't want to deal with that shit anymore."
"I bought mom's favorite food. Don't forget to share it with the other prisoners" Keenan said as he placed a large pizza box on the table.
"Just tell mom to share. In this place, I almost never eat good food. If you send food, I'll eat it myself."
Anita who was so hungry then opened the box then took a piece of pizza and ate it so greedily.
"Slowly, Mom. Choking on later."
"Uhukis. Uhuk."
"Well, what I said." Keenan unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and gave it to his mother.
After about an hour, an officer approached them.
"Sorry, the visitation time is up. Anita's mother had to go back into the holding cell" he said.
"But, Mum. My pizza's not over yet."
"Mom can continue to eat it in the cell."
"We go home first, Mom. Take care of yourself, Mother." Keenan and Gibran embraced the mother in turn.
"Don't forget to see Leo so you can get out of this shitty place immediately."
"Mother just relax. Tomorrow I will definitely bring him here" Gibran said.
"Do you know where the address is?" ask Keenan.
Gibran chuckled at the nape of his neck that did not feel itchy at all.
"We go home first, Assalamu'alaikum."
"Tell your dad if you miss him."
Keenan smiled as he nodded his head. The two brothers then left the place.
****
Gibran laid his body on the bed. For some reason the shadow of the face of the wide-hijab woman carrying her child continued to dance in her eyes. When he closed his eyes, the shadow did not disappear.
"ah! The woman's skin must be smooth white, her neck level and arghhh! Damnit damnit! What am I?!" Gibran cursed himself and buried his face under the pillow.
"No! How could I like that tight-clothed woman? Of course she's less beautiful and sexy than Luna, Stella, Cintya."
The ringing of the phone made him snort angrily. Without looking at the screen, he answered the call.
[Hello, Honey. We'll meet yuk. I miss you the same.]
[Azzura?]
[Geez! Who's Azzura' huh! It's me, Luna!]
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