My madam, my poison

Outpouring

"Who is that woman? Don't make me curious" urged Keenan.

"The name is Azzura."

"Azzuraj? What Azzura do you mean is the Azzura we know?"

"Yes, his name is Azzura. The tailor who made you a wedding dress and the late Asha."

"How are you doing now? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"The news is good, even so good. Now he has a convection business in his house."

"Goddessa. The success he has now achieved is a gift of his perseverance and hard work. How did you meet him again? Or have you been communicating a lot?"

"How do we communicate. I don't even have her phone number. We were reunited through Mr. Willy. He recommended "LYRA KONVEKSI" as a Muslim clothing supplier for the store I plan to open this month."

"If I may, since when did you start to get interested in Zura?" ask Keenan in full view.

"Eitherway. At first I was completely indifferent to him. I didn't even know for sure when the taste came to me until I actually fell in love with her."

"Have you expressed your feelings to her?"

"A few days ago I met you at the cafe to discuss our cooperation plan. I've already expressed my feelings for her, even I'm asking her to get married."

"Lantas, how's the response?"

Gibran shook weakly.

"Zura didn't give any answer."

"Zura failed in his marriage. Maybe he needs time to heal his wounds" Keenan said.

"I don't want to force my will either. If he has the same feelings as me, thank God. On the contrary, if he just thinks I'm a friend, that's it."

"You believe in a soul mate, don't you? Leave everything to God. If you are a match, God will unite you somehow."

"What about yourself? It's been more than two years since Asha died, it seems like I've never seen you close to any woman."

Keenan took a breath.

"At this time no one has been able to replace Asha in my heart."

"Come on. You are still young. Don't let loss keep you from looking to the future. Will you be single for the rest of your life? Who will be your successor?"

"For this business I leave it to God. If only Asha were the woman whom God has given in my life, God willing I would be sincere. And vice versa. If God had prepared a successor, I would have received it with a big heart."

"Trust me, God always knows what is best for us" Gibran said.

"You're getting smarter now. Apparently Zura has really made a big deal for the life of a Gibran who was once stubborn, rigid, and unruly. I'll help do'a I hope she accepts your love."

"Not yet accepted, already talking about marriage," ledek Keenan.

"Speak means do'a, doesn't it? Although not my first love, I'm sure Zura is my last love."

Suddenly Keenan covered his mouth which suddenly evaporated. Indicates that he is now beginning to be attacked by drowsiness.

"It's night, time for bed."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Have heard my heart's outpouring."

Keenan smiles.

"We are brothers. We should have shared with each other" he said.

"Good night, my sister, sweet dreams."

Keenan responded with a horse's grin before leaving Gibran's room and entering his room.

"Thank you, O God. Thou didst present Zura in the life of Gibran," said Keenan.

Keenan felt himself walking alone on the trail. Silent, quiet no one was there. Until suddenly in front of him appeared a woman who was crying over a man who was stiffened and covered in white cloth.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ukhti," said Keenan.

The woman with the faint face continued to cry as if she did not care about Keenan. After a while, a man dressed in white appeared. Suddenly, he grabbed Keenan's hand.

"You are the healer of my daughter's heart. Take care of him, be happy with him" he said.

The woman who had just lowered her face then looked at Keenan's face.

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