My madam, my poison

Tearful

Afternoon by evening.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim, Turkey. What are you doing, son?" Why is your room like a ship breaking like this?" The mother who had just entered my room shook her head in surprise to find the contents of my closet had now moved on the bed.

"I'm-I'm confused as to which shirt I want to wear tonight."

Mom puts on a smile.

"So that's the problem? Why should you be confused? These clothes are all good. You're not the one who designed the model?"

"That's exactly what, I was confused as to which clothes to choose."

Of the dozens of clothing that is dominated by gamis it takes a peach-colored gamis.

"You must look sweet if you wear this one" he said.

"I'm not a girl anymore. I'm not just having dinner alone anyway. No need to smell sweet."

"How are you? Precisely that. We were invited to dinner by Gibran's mother. There must be a father too. You have to look your best in front of him. Who knows if Gibran's parents like your looks, they'll propose to you tonight."

"Don't talk no-no. Gibran himself said that the dinner invitation was just a thank you because I helped Anita's mother."

"Yes, quickly make your choice. Mom and Lyra wait in the living room."

A few moments later.

"Well, you're beautiful" Lyra praised as I walked out of my room.

"What mom said, you look sweet with this robe," said the mother.

"Where are my mom and grandma going to take Lyla?" ask my little princess.

"We're invited to dinner, dear."

"Where?"..

"Ehm ... um .. at Uncle Gibran's house."

"Uncle Giblan is the same face as Nan-nan, right?

The Nan-nan that Lyra refers to is Keenan.

"Yes, Keenan's uncle is Gibran's brother."

"Uncle Giblan is very good, ma'am. Take us to dinner at his house."

I responded with a smile on my lips.

"Oh yeah, where's Kinanti's mom?"

"Mother is in her room. I asked him but he refused."

"Yes, we're going all three."

After saying goodbye to bi Ami, the three of us stepped out of the house.

When in the middle of the trip suddenly mother asked Mr. Amin to stop in front of a cafe.

"Why did you ask to stop here? Our dinner is not at the cafe" I said.

"Look at that table over there. Isn't that Silvia? But wait! Who is the man sitting next to him? It's not like he's Fabian.

I then lowered my car window and set my eyes on the seat that my mother meant.

From my seat I could see quite clearly who the man sitting opposite Silvia was. That's right, mother said, that man is not Fabian.

I grew curious about the two when the man began to show his romantic attitude. His right hand held the spoon while the other hand held Silvia's hand.

"The man must have been an affair of Silvia" said the mother.

"What I knew was that Silvia was infatuated with Fabian. There's no way he's cheating."

"You see for yourself, they're both so friendly. It's impossible if their relationship is just an ordinary friend."

I'm wasting my breath.

"Of course, it's none of our business. Sir, walk again."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at Gibran's house. Not much has changed from that two-story house. The color of the paint is still the same as when I was first brought to this house because Keenan found me unconscious in front of the clinic.

"What the fuck are you, Zura. Why hasn't he just entered his house like this?" rutukla.

"Good night, Ms. Zura, Mother, Adek," welcome Ms. Marni who is standing in front of the main door.

"Good night" said my mother and I in unison.

"Let's come with me. Sir, madam, Mrs Keenan and Mrs Gibran are waiting at the dinner table."

I took Lyra's hand and followed Marni into the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I was in the room. The four men turned towards us.

"Getishalight."

Without having to wait for orders, Lyra greeted the four in turn.

"You must be Lyra, right? It's big now" said Keenan, wiping his head covered in hijab. Just like me, tonight my only way princess is also wearing peach-colored gamis.

"Yes, Uncle Nan-Nan. Lyla's at school."

"That's it."

"Nan-Nan?"

"That's Lyra's special call to Keenan" he explained.

"Thank you, Uncle Giblan, for inviting us to dinner" Lyra said.

"Lyra's a sweet and polite child. You managed to educate him well," said Mr. Yudha.

"As the saying goes, the fruit falls not far from the tree. Azzura is a good person, of course his daughter is also good." Bu Anita chimed.

I responded to the words of the couple with a faint smile.

"Oh yeah, how's Mother Anita doing now? Did you check in with the hospital?" my many.

"Why should my wife go to the hospital? The stomach ache he had yesterday was just because his stomach acid was rising. Don't you think, honey?"

"Ehm .. um …"

"What's really going on, Mom? You're not hiding anything from us, are you?" insist Keenan.

"The doctor who examined Ms. Anita yesterday said that the mother had to go to the hospital because she was worried that her stomach pain was not just an ordinary stomachache, but a symptom of an illness" I said.

"Why do you keep something this important from us?" gibran Protest.

"Mom .. I just don't want to make you worry."

"So, you mean to ignore the doctor's advice?"

"Tap us to the hospital!" yudha.

"I'm-I'm scared, honey."

"What are you afraid of? Prevention is better than cure, right? I don't want any regrets in the future" Yudha said.

"Tomorrow morning we're mom checking into the hospital, period!" gibran.

"You guys compactly attacked me, then what I can do," Anita ma'am grumbled.

"They act so because they love you. They're scared of Mom for nothing" I said. The woman nodded her head while smiling.

"Let's start dinner" said Mr. Yudha.

"What does Lyra want to eat?" my many.

"Chicken goleng."

After pouring the rice into a plate, I was about to grab a piece of fried chicken. But at the same time Gibran's hand also pointed to the same plate. For the first time, our hands touched.

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