My madam, my poison

Handsome brothers

I once again looked at the face of the man who was now lying unconscious on the living room bench. There's no mistaking it, it's Gibran, Keenan's brother. I remember that tosca green shirt. It was that shirt he had worn this afternoon when he was about to visit his mother at the correctional facility.

"Do you know this man?" ask one of the people.

"I-i-iya, sir. He's the brother of one of my customers" I replied.

Not long after one of the residents entered my house.

"How, Sir? Did you get the car?" my many.

"The one with the car is out of town. Just come home tomorrow morning."

"Yes Allah. How'this? In an emergency like this there's no way Gibran can wait until morning" I murmured.

"It's better that Zura immediately contact his family." Rahma.

Keenans. The name suddenly flashed through my head. I hurried to get my phone I had in my room, and then I called the Keenan number I had copied from the business card I had been given.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikum. Sorry, who am I talking to?]

[It's me, Azzura]

[Oh yes. What's up, Ma'am?]

[Ehm, anu-anu, gibranian mas]

[Gibrans? What happened to my sister?]

[The Gibran car crashed into the gate of my boarding house]

[Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji. So, how is Gibran doing now?]

[Mas Gibran is unconscious. He is now in my house. Residents could not take him to the clinic because there was no car. The owner's out of town and just back in the morning]

[Alright, I'll be there soon]

"How, Ma'am? Can his family be contacted?" ask one of the residents shortly after I end the conversation.

"Already, Sir. He's on his way to this place."

Citizens tried to make Gibran aware in various ways. One of them by bringing eucalyptus oil near his nose. While the others cleaned the wounds on his face.

"Why is he unconscious? Don't-don't he, …"

"Hush! Don't talk about the no-no. This guy just fainted. He's still breathing" Rahma said.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone from the door.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered in unison.

"Mas .. uh .. Keenan."

"Mas Keenan's brother hasn't regained consciousness either. Mas Keenan should immediately take him to the hospital" said one resident.

"Well, let's help me get him in my car."

"What about the car and the broken gate?"

"Father don't worry, I'll get people to take care of everything."

With the help of residents, Keenan brought his brother into his car.

"Thank you for your help. I'll take my sister to the hospital. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Keenan rushed his car to the hospital.

"The two men are twin brothers huh, Ma'am?" rahma asked shortly after Keenan's car left the yard.

"No, they're brothers. She's only a year old."

"But they are both handsome. Although physically I prefer the fainting earlier. He's more macho" Rahma said.

"Don't talk weird. There are minors here," I said.

"Both are pretty, Ma'am. I have to say ugly" Rahma said.

"It's late tomorrow, you're working, right?" my many.

Rahma smiled.

"Yes, I'm going home first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Rahma left my house.

After locking the door, I entered my room.

It seems that I have not slept for so long, I woke up to the shock of Lyra's crying.

"What's wrong with you, honey? You don't usually cry this loud" I said as I carried her. I tried to give her breast milk, but she refused.

"You're so hot, son!"

I quickly took the cloth and warm water to compress it. I wet the cloth a few times and then I put it on his forehead but the heat of his body did not go down.

I pulled out the curtains that covered my window. Apparently the rain has not subsided, even more than when I went to sleep last night.

"I need to get Lyra to the clinic right now" I murmured.

"Where are you and Lyra going?" ask Fina.

It seems like he woke up to the sound of my bedroom door creaking.

"Lyra fever. I tried to compress it but the heat never came down. I have to take him to the doctor."

Fina looked at the wall clock that was in the living room.

"It's two in the morning, ma'am. How do you go to the clinic? At this hour there are no transport taxis or taxis anymore" he said.

"If there's no taxi, I'm fine on foot."

"Mother sure? The distance from this place to the clinic is almost two kilometers. Especially out there with heavy rain."

"It's okay, Fin. I can wear an umbrella, right?"

"Yes, let me go."

"No need, Fin. I only have one umbrella. You want rain."

"How do you do, Mom?"

"You're home. I'm fine going to the clinic myself."

"Yes, be careful, ma'am" said Fina.

I can capture the sense of compassion as well as worry in the look in his eyes.

"I go first, don't forget to lock the door. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Bismillah. Under this not-so-wide umbrella I pierced through the torrent of rain. I don't care if the bottom of my robe is wet and dirty with splashes of water. The most important thing right now is that I have to arrive at the clinic immediately so that my daughter can be treated immediately.

The early morning atmosphere plus the cold weather made the streets that I passed so quiet even a little gripping. The patrol post that is usually a gathering place for teenagers who just hang out also looks so lonely.

After nearly ten minutes of walking, aatiba suddenly heard the sound of a car horn. Maybe there was a driver who moved his heart to take me and ride his car, I thought.

I stopped my steps and looked back. It was a pick-up car.

"Where are you going in the morning?" ask the driver shortly after lowering his car.

"My son has a fever, I'm going to the clinic."

"Street?"

"Yes. At this hour there are no more taxis or public transport."

"Let me take you."

"No need, sir. Thank ye. I'm just walking."

"Pity is that his son is cold in the night air."

"No, Sir. Thank you," I said as I fixed the blanket that covered Lyra's tiny body. I also continued my journey.

"Come, Ma'am. If you get in the car, it'll be faster."

I kept walking on my steps. I didn't mind that black car driving slowly followed me.

"Come Ma'am. Let me have a friend talk," he said.

I don't know why this feeling is suddenly not calm. I sped up my steps hoping the car wouldn't follow me anymore.

"So a very expensive woman! I was wondering what's behind the big veil you're wearing."

Fear began to strike me. I tightly wrapped Lyra's body, and I accelerated my pace, precisely running.

"Yes Rabb, protect us from all danger" I murmured.

Not long ago I heard the sound of a car door slammed quite loud.

Rabb, did the driver of the car come down and chase me?

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