My madam, my poison

Re-meeting

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. You are …?"

Not only me, the man seemed to be surprised when he came back to see me.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Kee-nan …?"

"Keenan? Who do you mean?"

"You're Keenan, right?"

"I'm not Keenan, but his brother."

"Gib-Gib-Gibran?"

"Don't Keenan have how many brothers?" gerrutu annoyed.

The appearance of Gibran now standing in front of me is very different from the Gibran I know. I don't see any more jambang on his face. The way she dresses is even more neat than before. That's why I thought he was Keenan.

"You are, um, …"

"Why? Now I'm getting good-looking, aren't I? You must be fascinated by my good looks," he said confidently.

"Ke ge-er is a real person. Your face is indeed 11-12 with Keenan. Especially since I haven't seen you guys in a long time. So it's only natural, right, that I misrecognized you?"

"By the way you're more beautiful" Gibran said, making me blush. Suddenly I felt my face flushed.

"A-a-pa? You don't fuck around."

"Loh, why? I'm telling the truth. You look more well-groomed now."

"I used to be a cat, so you mean?"

I feel gregetan. I really want it to pinch him.

"Yes, that's it. Is this because you've remarried a rich man?" Gibran then observed my two-story house.

"This Zura is not married anymore. Who are you really? Do you know each other?" My ex-mother-in-law chimed in.

"Oh, I think you're remarried to a rich man. So, this convection business is yours? Ckckckck. One word, great! You used to be just a house tailor, I didn't expect your efforts to grow this big."

"No need to beat around the bush. What exactly did you mean by coming here? And who told me my home address?"

"I know your address from Mr. Willy. I don't even know if this "LYRA CONVECTION" is yours."

"Oh, you know Mr. Willy apparently."

"Yes. He's one of my business partners. Oh yes, the point of my arrival to this place is that I want to offer cooperation with you."

"Cooperation?"

"I'm planning to open a Muslim clothing store. Mr. Willy recommended this convection to be a supplier of clothes that I will sell in my store later," he said.

"Aren't you a band boy? Why are you suddenly interested in doing business?" manya curious.

"Not to bring up my past. You just have to answer, accept my offer or not."

"Ehm .. I'll talk about the production part first. Whether you can or not, it depends on them" I said.

"Oh yeah, here's my card. You can call my number for more news." Gibran took out a business card and handed it to me.

"All right, I'll call you back tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow? Could it be tonight?"

"You mean how?"

"Sorry, I was just kidding. So people don't take it too seriously. It gets old fast, has a stroke, then dies" Gibran said, which left me chuckling.

"You can laugh too apparently."

"Huh?"

"I think girls like you can only get angry and cry."

I just grinned the horse in response to his words. Honestly, this guy is a little shitty. I don't know why I feel comfortable. Waitaminute! Comfortabley? Does this mean I'm getting interested in him?

Nah! Zura .. focus. It's about business, not about feelings.

"Mother, accompany me to eat" said Lyra, who had just come out of the house.

Seeing Gibran talking to me, my little daughter greeted him.

"Uncle Nan-Nan …"

"God. Why is this kid calling me Keenan?!" gerrutu annoyed.

"He's not Keenan's uncle, honey. But uncle Gibran. His brother's uncle Keenan," my errata.

"Uncle Nanan and this uncle are back? (Lyra can't say "R" yet)

"actually no. But their faces are so similar. Mother just recognized him wrong," I said.

"Oh, so yeah."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Uncle Gibran. My name is Lyra." My little girl held out her right hand.

Though looking a little doubtful, Gibran shook the tiny palm.

"Uncle Giblan is a friend of mother's?" ask Lyra. The man nodded his head.

"Come, Mom. Follow me to lunch," whined Lyra.

"Ehm .. sorry. I have to go inside to accompany my daughter. I'll call you later."

"All right, I'll wait as soon as possible. I'll take my leave, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Be careful, Uncle Giblan," said Lyra, waving her hand.

The man threw his smile at us. The smile did not change, so sweet.

"Mother ... let's go inside."

I gasped in shock as Lyra pulled my hand.

"I-i-iya, darling. Come on, Mom."

I grabbed the shoulders of my former mother-in-law and took her inside the house to take her to lunch with me, Lyra, and my birth mother.

"Bi, please take Lyra to the room to take a nap" I told Bi Ami, my housekeeper after we had lunch.

"Good, Mom."

"Lyra bobbed at noon first yes, dear," I said as I peeked at her forehead.

"Yes, Mom." Bi Ami took Lyra's hand and took her to her room on the second floor.

"Mother to the back first, keep an eye on the employees," said the mother.

"Wait, Mom. There's something I want to talk about."

"On convection?"

"Not."

"Want to?"

"It's about Maureen's sister."

"Maureen's? Why did you suddenly say his name?" Mom frowned.

"Sir Maureen is alive, ma'am. He survived the fire."

"What?! You know yourself, don't you? That night only the four of us managed to get out of the house when the fire broke out. Maureen's locked inside her room."

"It turns out Maureen managed to get out of her room" I said.

"Where did you meet him?" ask mother.

"At the correctional facility this afternoon."

"Why is Maureen in prison? What did he do to deal with the law?"

"Actually .. um, …"

"What actually?"

"Sir Maureen is Karmila."

"Well?!" Mother who was peeling the apple almost dropped the knife.

"You must be kidding."

"I'm serious, Mom. Karmila is Maureen's sister. I'm sure after he showed me the birthmark on the nape of his neck. Maureen's sister had taken a savings book belonging to her father and some of her jewelry to perform surgery on the part of her face that was seriously injured due to the fire," I said.

"Bad! So, Maureen's the one who ransacked your household? She's the one who teased Fabian until you got divorced?"

Suddenly my mother moved from her seat.

"Where are you going?" my many.

"Mother will make a calculation with that brash kid!" yells.

"Don't, Mom!" I screamed while pulling his arm but mom ignored me.

"Mr Sabrina, don't act rashly. We can all talk about it." My ex-mother-in-law chimed in.

"He has ruined your life! I will not remain silent!" Mom shook my hand and left the dining table.

"Mother! Wait!" my yelling.

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