My madam, my poison

Still in doubt

That afternoon I was accompanying Lyra to study in her room when suddenly my phone rang. Uh! It's always this way. My feeling that was okay changed when I found out who the caller was.

"Mom pick up the phone first, honey," I said. Lyra who was busy coloring it nodded her head.

I stepped out of Lyra's room and answered the call.

[Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikum. Thank God, you and Lyra are fine]

[Yes, me and Lyra are fine. Why is your voice panicking?]

[How I didn't panic, I just saw the news in the newspaper if the kindergarten tour bus where Lyra was at school had an accident on the railroad tracks]

[Alhamdulillah, we survived because we did not leave]

[Cancel leaving?]

[Yes. The morning before we left, my mother fell in the bathroom. That morning I took my mother to the hospital]

[Wantas, how's mom doing?]

[Try repeating again]

[How's Sabrina's mom doing?]

[Alhamdulillah, mom is fine. He only had external injuries]

[Thank God then, I'm relieved now, mom's okay]

[Mother?]

[It's okay if I call Miss Sabrina mother?]

[Don't talk weird]

[Sabrina's mom will be my mom too]

[What?]

[Not to be surprised. Don't you have the slightest feeling for me?]

I was silent for a moment.

[Hello, why are you quiet?]

[I-I still doubt]

[I'll wait until you're really ready]

[You sure?]

[Of course. I will wait for you for a thousand years]

[Don't hyperbole support]

[He he]

[Where is Lyra?]

[Study in his room]

[Can I talk to him? Just one moment ..]

[Take a look if you say nothing]

[No. I just want to talk for a minute]

[Wait a minute]

I went back into Lyra's room.

"Lyra, honey."

"What's up, Mom?"

"Have finished coloring the picture?" my many.

"A little more."

"Someone wants to talk to Lyra."

"Who, Ma?"

"Uncle Gibran."

Lyra put down her colored pencil and grabbed my phone.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Uncle Giblan]

[Waalaikum. What else is lyra?]

[Against megalnai]

[Oh yes. Uncle heard from your mother, you canceled the recreation held school huh?]

[Yes, Uncle. The sick grandmother was taken to the hospital]

[Lyra was sad, wasn't it a picnic?]

[Ehm .. sad. Lyla hasn't had a picnic yet]

[In exchange, how about uncle take Lyra for a walk. Lyra wants to, right?]

[Mou .. would ..]

[Lyra is going to school tomorrow?]

[Saying the school mother is still libul until Thursday]

[Ehm ... How about tomorrow uncle pick you up at home?]

[Assyc! Lyla said mommy used to be yes]

"Mother, Uncle Giblan is taking Lyla for a walk tomorrow. Can't you?"

"Ehm .. Can you not?" gurauku.

"That's it, ma'am," whined Lyra.

"Yes, I can."

"Thank you, Mom." Lyra gave a soft kiss on my cheek. He continued his conversation with Gibran.

[Hello, Uncle. I can take Lyla for a walk with Uncle]

[Yes, tomorrow morning uncle pick you up at home. Ssssst, send greetings to mother. Assalamu'alaikum]

"Mother, uncle Giblan said hello to Mom, " Lyra said as she thrust her phone at me.

"I-i-iya, waalaikumsalam."

"Why are Mom's cheeks flushed?" ask Lyra.

"Ah. I'm a little hot."

"Ehm! Cie ... who just got a greeting from a handsome uncle," teased Fina who happened to pass in front of Lyra's room.

"You are just shocked. Just got back to school, Fin?"

"Yes, Mom. There are extracurricular activities at school."

"Yes, you change clothes and eat."

"Cie cie .. whose heart is again flowery," seduced Fina again.

"Fina don't do it. Later Zura was embarrassed," said the mother who had just appeared in the room.

"Mom likes to tease me, too" I said.

"Is it true Gibran called you? Did she order any more clothes?"

"Yes, Gibran called after he read the news about the accident at the railway crossing."

"She must be worried about you, Lyra too."

"He's taking Lyra for a walk tomorrow."

"Gibrans are good men and understanding. He took Lyra for a walk to make sure that Lyra was not sad because yesterday was canceled a picnic. You let her go, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mom. I wanted to see Lyra smile to get her disappointment treated" I said.

"Why don't you go all three?"

"ah! No. gabe. Tomorrow I have a delivery schedule out of town."

"There is Mr. Amin. He can send things to your customers with Seto."

"The customer asked me to deliver the order myself" I said.

"Oh, so."

"As long as the weather's clear, how about we go to Dad's grave? Soon also the hours of returning employees," I said. Mother agreed.

"After saying goodbye to Lyra and Fina, my mother and I set off for a public funeral.

In the middle of the journey suddenly Mr. Amin stopped the speed of my car.

"The main road to the tomb was closed due to road repairs. So we have to go the alternative way."

"Yes already, through the alternative way," said the mother.

"But, Mum. Streets deserted. I myself have never been through it," said Mr. Amin. I can catch the doubt in the look in his eyes.

"If Mr. Amin doubts we'll just go back to the house" I said.

"We're halfway through. If you want to go back again," said my mother.

"But Mr. Amin is hesitant, ma'am."

"There won't be anything. It's still light like this anyway."

"Yes, we go the alternative way" I said.

Mr. Amin then restarts my car.

Not long ago crossed the road that is not too broad, suddenly my car was yawning.

Mr. Amin pulled my car over and rushed to check my tires.

"Why, Sir?" my many.

"The car's leaking, ma'am. Stabbed a nail" he answered from outside the car.

"How is this, Mom? There are no workshops around here" he added.

"Maybe this is why Mr. Amin hesitates" I murmured.

I got out of my car and approached Mr. Amin.

"I wonder why not only one of my car tires is leaking, but three tires at once" said Mr. Amin.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim."

Not long after appeared two men one led a motorcycle, while another pushed him.

"Why the motorcycle, sir?".

"His tires are leaking because they're punctured by nails."

"Three tires of my car also suddenly leaked," I said.

"Squeaky. Why is it like this?"

I was surprised by the appearance of two men with stout stature.

"Good afternoon, Mom. Can I help you?"

"Good afternoon. My car tyre and the father's motorcycle tyre were leaking."

"I can help you pick up the workshop attendant to this place."

"Alhamdulillah," I said.

"But there's a pay."

"Purchase?"

"Do you think anything in this world is free? Go to the public toilet just pay."

"I think this money is enough if only to buy gasoline," I said as I put a hundred thousand bills on one of the men.

Instead of thanking me, the tattooed man took my wallet forcibly.

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