My madam, my poison

Incitement

That morning Fabian was on his way to work at the cafe. He stepped on the brake of his motorcycle suddenly because a pedestrian who passed when the traffic light was still green.

"If you want to cross it see the color of the lights turn red first!" yells.

"wait. It seems like the stature of this woman is no stranger to me," he murmured.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Mama!"

Fabian pulled over his motorcycle and took the woman he called the mother to sit on one of the benches that lined the sidewalk.

"What are you doing here? And why did you bring a bag?" tanyakanya.

"Mother was driven out of Zura's house."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. I didn't expect him to be that kind of.

"He considers mother to be his burden. Zura did change after he was successful."

"Excession! Yes, I just stay with me. But I'm sorry, my place now is only in a narrow rented house" Fabian said.

"It's okay, son. I'm sorry for your attitude yesterday."

"Easy, Mom. We forget everything that happened. We start over again from the beginning. Now I'm taking my mom to my house."

"Aren't you going to work? What if you're late?"

"My home is not far from here. It only takes a few minutes."

Fabian then took Kinanti's mother to his rented house.

"Mom ate?" ask Fabian.

The mother shook her head.

"I still have some rice and some vegetables for breakfast. I want to, don't you?"

The mother nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry I can't accompany you at home. If you need help, you can ask your neighbors for help" Fabian explained. The mother nodded in understanding.

"I leave first, Assalamu'alaikum."

Fabian left his home.

Apparently the arrival of the mother in the rented house attracted the curiosity of residents who live in the neighborhood.

"This mother is Fabian's mother, right?"

"Mas Fabian used to be raided by residents because he was caught doing me*um in the car."

"If I were his mother, I would curse to be a stone."

"Having children has no such morals."

"When his wife was still in prison, why would she cheat?"

One by one the questions and statements were slid from the mouths of residents who were sengajs stopped by at Fabian's rented house when the mother was on the porch of the house.

"You speak as if you have never sinned. Don't interfere in other people's affairs, just take care of your own!" sukul bu Kinanti. He finally decided to go back into the house.

****

Meanwhile, at Gibran's house.

"Are you sure you're wearing this pink shirt?" the mother asked when she found Gibran out of her room wearing a long-sleeved pink shirt and a slightly older tie.

"What if I wear this shirt? I just want to wear it."

"It looks like your son is in a kasmaran, dear," the father quipped.

"Cihuiii!" ledek Keenan's.

"What's the cook this morning, Mbok?" gibran asked Marni, who had just poured hot rice on her plate.

"Chicken soy sauce, Mas."

"One-way. It's my favorite food." He pulled out a chair and sat on it.

"Since when did Mas Gibran like sweet dishes? Mbok cook this soy sauce chicken at the request of Anita ma'am. If you make Mas Gibran, I've cooked potato chili."

"The rich don't know. For people who are in love, all the food tasted good. Just sugar can be chocolate." Keenan.

"Cie .. who wants to meet a boyfriend," mbok Marni.

"Today is indeed my order clothes delivery schedule. But Zura said he had business. So the one who drove to my clothing store was just the driver and one of his employees" Gibran said.

"Who knew Zura wanted to surprise her. Say he can't come, know it's in plain sight." The father chimed.

"Oh yeah, whose plan is to guard your shop later? There's no way, you've been there all day" said the mother.

"That's not a hard thing. I just put up a job posting on social media, applicants will come."

"What if mom's the one guarding your shop?"

"That's right. Mom keeps her own son's shop. You could say the son of a bitch later."

"Mom got tired of just staying home. After all, if you're the one guarding the store, you can keep an eye on the store."

"I'm not going to let Mom keep the shop. I'll find the officer!" gibran.

"Gibran's right. You can go to the store, but not all day."

The father chimed.

"If it's been ganged up like this where I've won," Anita grumbled that actually made her husband and two sons chuckle.

"I'm leaving now" Gibran said after sipping his fresh milk.

"This morning?"

"There's a lot I have to prepare in the store."

"Let me help."

"No need, Mom. Mom's at home, I can do it myself."

"It can't, it can't. For a long time you can die bored at home," Anita grumbled annoyed.

"What if Mom comes with me?" said Keenan.

"Where are you going to take your mom?"

"I got an invitation to launch cosmetic products at Mall G."

"today? What'sthetime? There's an artist too, right?" asked Anita excitedly.

"Is it just your mother who's always excited when she hears the word mall?" satirize the father.

"It seems like all women are so." Keenan.

"God. Actually, you're serious or you're just fucking mom, Ken?"

"Seriously, Mom. I'm allowed to bring one person."

"Keenan will not have a boyfriend, the time will step mbok Marni," led Gibran who responded to his younger brother with a horse's grin.

"Yes, I want to take a shower, keep dancing and beautiful," said Anita.

"Ken, watch your mother. Jewer his ears if he is flirtatious with men," said the father.

"I'm a little boy, wearing a hammer. I can't be fucked, honey. In my heart there is only you" said Anita.

"Yes, I'm leaving first." Gibran got up from his seat and left the room.

"With the count of three he must have returned.

One ... two .. ti- ..." said the mother.

"My car keys are left behind." Gibran grabbed the keys to his car that he had placed on the dining table.

"It looks like your lupus is getting worse.You may forget your own name later," licked the father.

Gibran scratched his head which was not itchy at all.

"Be careful when you speak, do you want Gibran to forget his memory?" anita protests.

"I'm just kidding, honey."

"I left first, Assalamu'alaikum" Gibran said as he left the room.

Gibran had just driven his car when suddenly someone passed in front of him. He was quite surprised to see the familiar face of the woman.

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