My madam, my poison
Expressions of feeling
"Fabian? What's he doing here?" Does he work as a waiter?" muttered.
"Y-i-mu?" Fabian was no less surprised to see me.
"You work here?" my many.
Despite the weight, Fabian nodded his head.
"Aren't you married to Silvia? But, why are you, …"
"Mr Anthony did not approve of our marriage. In addition to firing me from the office, he also kicked Silvia out of her house. "
"Astaghfirullahaldzim."
We were silent for a moment.
"If I may know, does Mila know that you and Silvia are married?" my many. Fabian shook his head.
"Yesterday my mother and I visited him at the Penitentiary."
"I-i-mom? How's mom doing now? Is my mom with you? I feel guilty for not caring about him. Plus my current situation is in a slump, I barely have the courage to meet him" said the man I once admired.
"Prophetter your mother's fine. I've taken her out of the nursing home and now she lives in my house with Lyra, mom, and Fina."
"I feel so ashamed of you. After what I did, you still care about my family."
"I love your mother as much as my own mother, and to any day that feeling will not change" I said.
"I just realized how stupid I was to throw an angel-hearted woman like you."
"Have it, maybe God did meet us but not always a match."
Suddenly Fabian's gaze was directed towards Mr. Amin who was silent listening to our chat.
"Who is this?" tanyakanya.
"My name is Mr. Amin. I'm a personal driver, Mrs Azzura."
"Private driver?"
"Really, Sir. In addition to picking up Bu Zura, my job is also to deliver convection orders to customers."
Fabian then observed my appearance from head to toe. Honestly, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
"It turns out you can prove what you say. From a small tailor, you can now become the owner of the convection. While me? My life is so messy now, far from decent. If only I could turn back time, I would choose not to meet any other woman but you. I want to be with you forever."
I smiled thinly.
"It is not appropriate to blame fate. Do you not say that what happens in this world is by the will of God? Not even a single leaf will fall without His permission."
"Ehm ... How is Lyra?" ask Fabian.
"Thank God, he's healthy. He is now in school."
"really? Can I see him?"
asked Fabian excitedly.
"of course. She's your real daughter, however. I'll never once stop you from meeting him."
Suddenly Fabian looked at me. His eyes looked hopeful.
"Zura, um, .. I-I, …"
"Why?"
"I want us, …"
"Sorry, I'm late. In the middle of the road, my car ran out of fuel. I had to wait in line at the SPBU for more than twenty minutes" said someone who had just approached my desk.
"I thought you forgot our appointment."
"Maybe I forgot a promise I made myself."
"You? Didn't you find my phone that fell in front of the LP?" ask Fabian.
"It looks like I've never found a cell phone anywhere."
"Your face is very similar to that man."
"It must be the man you mean Keenan, my brother. You're the 1002nd person to recognize me wrongly. They often thought I was Keenan. On the contrary, puny is not infrequently called by my name."
"Oh, sorry. I was wrong of the guy."
"It's okay, my name is Gibran. Oh yeah, looks like you guys are very familiar with chatting. Do you know each other?"
"Ehm, I'm-I'm Fabian. Old friend of Azzurra."
"I think you're her ex-boyfriend."
"Bu-bu-not. Who are you?"
"I plan to cooperate with the Azzura convection. I invited him to meet at this cafe to talk about business."
"Ehm ... ehm .." I cleared my throat because it felt so dry.
"Would you like to drink three glasses at a time?" my many.
"Of course I ordered that drink for the three of us. Me, you, and this father."
"I don't like avocado juice. Mr. Amin too
I prefer coffee. Isn't that right, sir?"
"I-i-iya, Mom. I don't like juice."
"If you want to order a drink ask the same person first" I quipped.
"Yes, one glass of avocado juice, one glass of mango juice, and a cup of coffee" Gibran said.
"I also don't like mango juice."
"It's so annoying!"
"Well how else? I like orange juice the most."
"Yes, make our order not used for long" said Gibran.
"I'll excuse you first" Fabian said as he passed from our table.
"I told you, we met together. Why are you taking this father?" gibran Protest.
"What if I take Mr. Amin? He is my personal driver. Without it I cannot go anywhere safely and comfortably. Besides, we're going to talk about the cooperation plan, aren't we?"
"I'm asking you to meet in this place so we can be alone."
"What did you say?"
"Ehm .. ti-ti-no, that's not what I mean."
"I'm sorry, excuse me to go to the toilet first" said Mr. Amin.
"Wait, Sir!"
The middle-aged man frowned. "I'm going to the toilet, Mom. Is Mom coming?"
"D-c-yes. Don't you take it long, sir."
"Relax Zura .. calm down .. don't misbehave this. Shame on me," rutukku.
"You why? How did you behave so wrong?"
"Who is wrong?"
my dispute.
"I am known to be good at reading the contents of a person's heart just by looking at the gestures of his body" said Gibran.
"Excuse me."
Fabian approached our table with a tray filled with our ordered drinks. In order to cover the sudden nervousness of attacking, I then grabbed one of the glasses from the tray and gulped it down.
"Why does orange juice taste like this?" I muttered for a moment after a mouthful of the drink soaked my esophagus.
"God. Why are you drinking my avocado juice?"
"Huh?! I also watched the glass. It turns out that the glass I took was not filled with orange juice, but rather avocado juice ordered by Gibran.
"Ma-ma-af, Ehm .. bring this used glass and make a new avocado juice" I told Fabian. My ex-husband understood. He grabbed the glass and took it into the kitchen.
"Why are you? Are you nervous about dating a guy like me?"
"Ah, stop. Don't talk weird. Let's just start our business conversation."
When talking about the cooperation plan, it was not uncommon for us to meet until one day Gibran really looked at me unblinkingly.
"Summer, …"
"Yes, why?"
"I've wanted to express this feeling for a long time. Actually-actually .. um …"
"What actually?"
"I-I .. um .. I don't know for sure when those feelings come and come. I find peace when I look into your eyes, I also feel so comfortable when I'm with you. I love you, Azzura."
"What?!"
"Do you have the same feelings as me?" ask Gibran. His gaze is now deepening.
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