My madam, my poison

Comfortabley?

I can't stay still. I still remember how she treated Salma when her anger exploded. I'm afraid you're doing a desperate act on Maureen's sister.

"Sir Amin! Take me, hurry!" shouting mother.

The middle-aged man who was busy cleaning the small garden in front of my house was suddenly leaving his job and ran small towards my mother.

"Where are we going, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Take me to the LP" replied the mother as she pulled the handle of my car door.

Mr. Amin who always keeps the car keys in his pants pocket also nodded in understanding.

"Mom's not going anywhere!"

Mr. Amin looked confused as I forcefully snatched the car keys from his hand.

"God, what is this? Whose order should I follow?"

"Sir Amin can continue the work of Mr. Amin in the park" I said.

"Okay, ma'am" he said as he passed from before me.

"Mother is calm, patient. Anger will never solve a problem. Maureen's actions have indeed passed. But, do you know, she did it because of Mom's fault?"

"What mistake do you mean?"

"Just like Brother Darren, Brother Maureen felt jealous and hurt because Mother always gave different treatment to him. That heartache finally turned into a grudge and ultimately destroyed me."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. What kind of mother am I? After you were born, mom and dad always treated you like a princess. We seem to forget that we also have another child."

The look on the mother's face that was filled with anger now looks filled with guilt.

"Mother and father consider your presence to be a bringer of good fortune for us. That's why we treated you differently from your two brothers. I did not expect our mistakes that actually backfired for your life in the future. I'm really sorry, son," said the mother.

"It's not just me that I need to apologize, but Maureen's sister, too," I said.

"Do you want to accompany me to see him?"

"Of course, Mom. Tomorrow we meet Maureen. He also told me to bring him a hijab."

"Hijab cloth?"

"Yes, Mom. Maureen's sister said that she wanted to start wearing the hijab."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Yes, now we go to production. There was a friend of mine who asked to work together. On the recommendation of Mr. Willy he wants to make my convection a Muslim clothing supplier for his clothing store."

"God, your sustenance continues to flow like water, son," said the mother.

"Alhamdulillah, this is thanks to Mother's do'a too."

"Oh yeah, how's that ex-husband who doesn't know himself? If you look at your current success, he will definitely feel regret about ever throwing you away."

"Last I met him, he was looking for a job because he got fired from the office."

"Fired? Isn't he the boss's favorite employee?" How could he be fired?"

"Come, Ma. I also only found out later that he had married Silvia. It was only fitting that Silvia was angry at Fabian when she found us chatting in front of the shophouse."

"Truly male baj*ngan! Throwing you away after seducing Maureen Now Maureen is in prison, she remarries Silvia."

"I don't understand what Fabian is really looking for from his partner. If you are looking for the perfect one, tell them whenever they will never find it. Perfection belongs only to God" I said.

"Let's go to the production room."

I walked with my mother to the convection in the back of the house.

"Consider everything, I have just met someone who wants to cooperate with this convection. Do you mind if I raise the target of Muslim clothing production? You guys don't worry. Even if you have to work overtime, I make sure your working hours are no more than eight o'clock at night. I will also definitely provide an additional salary beyond the base salary. How, does anyone mind? If anyone object please raise your hand."

Out of all my thirty employees including the production, packing, until admin, there were two people who raised their hands. Both are Irma and Novi.

"Yes, Ms. Irma .. Novi."

"Sorry, Mrs Azzura. It's not that I refuse sustenance, but I can't if I have to work more than four in the afternoon. I still have a toddler. If the afternoon he was taken care of by his grandfather, but lately my father is often sickly," he said.

"If Novi?"

"I also can not work more than four in the afternoon, because I have to take care of my mother who has started to get sick" said Novi.

"Well, especially for Miss Irma and Novi, I let you go home as usual."

"Thank you for understanding, ma'am."

I smile.

"I was in your position once. Sewing while caring for the baby, also the mother who was not so good at the time," I said. Is there anyone else who can't work overtime?" tanyaku later.

"God willing we can, ma'am," said 28 of my employees in unison.

"Alhamdulillah, please get back to work."

I left the production room, while my mother, who was the supervisor of the convection, remained there. I'll call Gibran's number on his business card.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum]

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

[Oh. Yep. I didn't expect you to call me this soon. Or do you deliberately want to linger chatting with me?]

[Don't accuse me of a no-no. I called you because I have something important to say. I've spoken to my employees. They are willing to accept an offer of cooperation with you]

[Alhamdulillah. So, what if we meet together tomorrow?]

[You don't fuck around]

[We have to meet in person to talk about a lot of things about our business. Muslim dress designs that I will sell later also I myself designed it. We can't talk about it just over the phone]

[Can you draw?]

[Of course. I used to go to art]

[That's it. I think you like art just to find popularity by forming a band]

[It was originally so, but I finally realized that the band couldn't be relied upon forever. Especially with new bands coming up. I finally followed Keenan's footsteps to pursue the business world. In addition to the more promising results, I can also get acquainted with many entrepreneurs]

[Yes, tomorrow at nine in the morning we meet at the cafe]

[Where cafe?]

[Ehm .. You alone decide the place]

[What about the Rainbow Cafe?"

[Where is that?]

[New cafe near the park]

[God willing I'll come on time]

[I will wait for you for a thousand years]

[No need to be weird]

[I was just kidding. I told you to be a person don't take it too seriously]

[Later old quickly, had a stroke, died quickly. Is that so?]

[You remember those words]

[Yes, we meet tomorrow at the cafe. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Hello]

[He he]

[Not answering my greetings, but laughing]

[It was intentional that I would listen to your voice longer]

[I still have a lot of activity. Assalamu'alaikum]

"This guy sucks, man" I grumbled after ending the phone call.

"Cie .. who just had a chat with ayang." Fina who just came home from school poked me on the shoulder.

"When you enter the house say hello."

"Mom was so busy calling that she didn't hear my greetings."

"Toment."

"If you don't believe, just ask aunt."

Bi Mia who just came out from inside the kitchen smiled faintly.

"So Fina said hello to Bu. But I didn't hear because I was busy calling."

"Then I'm sorry, Fin."

"Definitely that was Keenan?"

"Not."

"Or twin? Mas Gibran's. Do you like her the same?" fashion Fina.

"ah! What the hell are you talking about."

"Cie .. mother's face is red," ledek again.

I quickly passed from in front of Fina. Of course I want to hide my reddened face. Suddenly my heart felt so warm. What is this feeling?

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