My madam, my poison

Contrition

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Gibran.

"I-i, …"

"I love you, Zura. Do you want to be my life partner?"

"Me-me-ni-huh?"

Is Gibran joking? Is this just a joke from the sometimes silly man?

I forced myself to look at that pair of netra sayu. I don't see jokes or jokes. It's just sincerity that I see in there.

"If I may know, what do you like about me? You know 'no? I am a widow and have a daughter. While you're a single man. Out there are definitely not a few girls who are more attractive or more everything than me."

"You're right. Long before I knew you, the girls I was close to almost all had pretty faces and were sexy. But it is from you that I have found what I have been looking for.

I'm sure you're the right woman to be my life partner" Gibran said."

"I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer yet" I said.

"If you don't have any more feelings for me, I won't force you. Or if you need time to think, I'll wait until you give me that answer."

"The toilet is full."

We who had been chatting seriously turned our eyes to Mr. Amin who had just returned from the toilet. I'm not sure of the reason. Or did Mr Amin not really go to the toilet? But he deliberately dodged for a moment so that me and Gibran could be more free to chat? I don't know.

"Drink the coffee, sir. Mr. Amin later in the toilet, the coffee became cold" I said.

Mr. Amin then grabbed a cup of coffee that began to cool and then gulped it down.

"It's better coffee made by bi Mia," he said.

"It's not good but it's spent too" Gibran said, insinuating that my personal driver was misbehaving.

"Mom's done, isn't she chatting?" ask Mr. Amin.

"Well, how does Mr. Amin know?"

"Ehm .. anu-anu I just guessed. I've been to the toilet long enough, you guys are done chatting."

"Ehm .. Yes, sir. We're done chatting. But we're not going straight home."

"Where else are we going, Mom?"

"We went to a Muslim clothing store and then to a correctional facility."

"Good, Mom."

"Sorry, I have to go now" I told Gibran.

"Be careful."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Amin and I left the cafe. Inadvertently a pair of netraku and in the netra Fabian met. However, this time his eyes looked different.

"Wealthy men are the right match for successful women" he said.

What does that saying mean? Does Fabian still have feelings for me? Or is it just an insinuation?

"Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum."

Fabian didn't answer my greetings.

Mr. Amin and I left the cafe.

****

"Mas Gibran fits Mama" said Mr. Amin for a moment while driving.

"Why is Mr Amin talking like that?"

"Ehm .. anu-anu. Mas Gibran is handsome, Ms. Zura is beautiful. You guys are good too. It's good to be a couple."

"Don't talk about anything weird, sir. Just focus on driving," I said.

"Hopefully Ms. Zura and Mr. Gibran are paired."

"Where was Amen? Mr. Amin doesn't really go to the toilet, does he?"

"Well, get caught."

"Sir Amin must have eavesdropped on our conversation."

"Sir Amin, .." Gregetku who was actually responded by the man with a big smile.

After buying several pieces of clothing and hijab in a Muslim clothing store, I then took Mr. Amin to the correctional institution to meet Karmila who is none other than my own biological brother, Maureen.

"I brought her a dress with her hijab. I hope you like it" I said as I thrust a large enough paper bag at him.

"Good God, how good this game is. I will definitely wear it" said my sister with sparkling eyes.

"Ehm. There's one thing I want to talk about."

"About what?"

"About Fabian."

"Why Fabian?"

"Now he works as a cafe waiter."

"where possible. You must have seen it wrong."

"I even had a long chat with him."

"Mas Fabian serves as the Director of the company. How could he work as a cafe waitress?"

"I'm not lying, brother. There's actually one secret you don't know about."

"What secret?"

"Actually .. um, …"

"What's the matter exactly? Don't confuse me," insisted Maureen.

Although what I'm about to say is definitely painful, but I think it's better for Maureen to know from her family than to hear it from someone else.

"Fabian and Silvia are married."

"What?!"

"Yes, Brother. They were both married, rather they were forcibly married."

"What do you mean?"

"Fabian and Silvia were caught by residents doing me*um in Silvia's car. According to the regulations in Fabian's neighborhood, anyone caught doing me*um with a non-muhrim partner will be morally sanctioned. They should be married at that time, too," I said.

"They're married, aren't they? So, why did Fabian become a cafe waitress?"

"Fabian said Silvia's father did not approve of their marriage. He thinks what they've done has ruined the family's good name. In addition to firing Fabian from his job, Mr Anthony also kicked Silvia out of the house. Silvia was no longer as rich as she once was. That's why Fabian now works as a cafe waiter."

Brother Maureen lowered her face and started sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Brother. If what I'm saying is painful. But, you better know now than later after getting out of jail."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim .. Astaghfirullahaldzim…

Astaghfirullah …"

Maureen repeatedly uttered the phrase istighfar. I know how much it hurts and breaks her heart right now. Just as I had felt when I heard that Fabian and himself had married secretly without my knowledge.

"So many sins have been committed, and now I just believe that karma is true" he said in a trembling voice.

I held Maureen's hand and held her tight. At least this could give him a little strength.

"Mas Fabian had said his intention to marry Silvia only to master the property of master Anthony only. We even plan to get rid of both. But, the plan is only a plan. God completely destroyed Fabian's life. He lost his job, and Silvia fell into poverty. Is this karma after what we did to you? You who used to suffer, are now a figure that is praised by many."

"That's it, then let it pass. Most importantly now, Brother has already realized Brother's mistake. I forgave Brother long before I apologized" I said.

"You are indeed an extraordinary woman, Azzura." Maureen's sister clasped my body into her arms. I let him cry on my shoulder."

"Oh yeah. There's one more thing I want to ask you" I said shortly after Maureen's sister loosened her arms.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Is Rayyan your real son and Fabian?" my question is full of search.

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