My madam, my poison

Trapped

Next morning.

The sound of horns rang out from the direction of my yard. Lyra who was already finished preparing was suddenly running towards the yard.

"Holes! Uncle Giblan has arrived!" her cheering.

"Where is Non Lyra going?" tanya bi Ami who just finished cleaning Lyra's room.

"Lyla wants to go out with Uncle Giblan."

"Mom's too?" Bi Ami looked at me.

"No, Bi. Just like Lyra."

"I think Mom's coming too."

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Gibran.

"Waalaikumsalam" I replied. 

Don't ask me how I feel right now. Happy, nervous, and nervous mixed into one.

"Lyra is ready?" tanyakanya.

"Lyra took a bath from six in the morning, and you just came by eight in the morning."

"Sorry, yesterday I forgot to say I'm picking up Lyra at eight in the morning."

"Where are you taking Lyra?" my many.

"Ehm ... Where is Lyra going? Playground, ice cream shop, or swimming pool?"

"Everything if I can." Lyra chuckles.

"Smart you are. Whose son is it?" Gibran grabbed Lyra's nose and pulled her a little.

"The son of Azzura's mother and Fabian's father."

I can catch a look of dislike on Gibran's face when Lyra mentions that name.

"Lyra dear, if all the places you go, what about Uncle Gibran's job? He's a busy man."

"ah! It'sit's okay. There are already employees standing guard at my clothing store."

"So, Lyla can go to the belmain park, the climate ice shop, and the pool?" lyra asked with sparkling eyes.

"Byeah, sweetie."

"Mother come along." Suddenly Lyra whined.

It's outside the plan. Isn't Gibran just taking Lyra? Why did Lyra take me?

"Ehm ... mother must answer- …"

"Come, Mom. I don't want to have a picnic. Kelja's mother is transparent, "persuade Lyra.

"Mom's gonna have to keep an eye on the convection, honey."

"There's no grandma."

Checkmate! 

"Here you go, follow Lyra's will. All this time you were too busy working and almost never had fun with him" said the mother who just came out of her room.

"T-t-but, Mom. What about convection?"

"What is how? There's no delivery today, right? After all, I'm used to overseeing the production process."

"Ehm .. I suddenly got dizzy" I said.

"Not pretend that. Never mind, there have fun. Sometimes you also need entertainment," said mother.

"Come, Mom. Lyla please," said my daughter expectantly.

"Mom can't."

"Hu .. hu .. hu… "

Whether pretending or not, the princess just my way was suddenly crying.

He then slid into my mother's arms.

"Oh Allah, Zura. You have the heart to make Lyra cry" said the mother.

"Mother just come along. Poor Lyra crying." Bi Ami chimed.

Right now I'm like a sick person being judged in the courtroom, cornered.

"Mother doesn't love Lyla. Hu .. hu .. hu …"

"Who doesn't love Lyra? I'm so sorry for Lyra."

"If my dear mother comes along. Hu .. hu .. hu …"

"Are you going to keep letting Lyra cry?" urge mother.

"Already, stop crying, mommy's coming," I said."

"Holes!" cheer Lyra.

What the fuck. I was crying, suddenly so excited.

"Well, so dong. Lyra was immediately silent," said the mother.

I snorted annoyedly, but Lyra and mother just met tos. Uh! This must be their plan for me to come along.

"My daughter and granddaughter's body is fine. Don't let them scrape off a bit."

"Definitely, Mom. I will take care of Zura and Lyra with all my body and soul" Gibran said. I can catch a twinkle in the look in his eye.

"No need to be happy" I said.

"Come, Mom. We're gonna take it." Lyra took my right hand and Gibran's left hand and invited us to leave the living room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am."

"Waalaikumsalam, have a good time" said the mother.

We were in front of the black car. I was again upset because Lyra refused to sit on the front bench. He chose to sit in the back seat.

"I moved in the back seat" I said.

"Amin sir?" his gerrick.

"Mother in front. Lyla belani behind the sendili."

"Mom moved to the back just sowing Lyra."

"Here you go, succumb to the same little boy. Put on the seat belt."

I couldn't do much when Gibran started driving his car.

"Where were we going?" tanyakanya.

"You're the one who took Lyra. Time doesn't know its purpose."

"Ehm ... How about we go to the playground, the pool, and lastly to the ice cream shop."

"Whatever!"

"Why are you? It's a long walk her face pouts so."

I'm shaking my lips.

"It looks like we have to stop at the SPBU to fill up the gas" Gibran said.

"Why wasn't it filled first? Isn't your house near the gas station too?"

"So I was in a hurry."

Gibran then drove his car to a gas station.

"Mom, pee," said Lyra.

"I'm taking Lyra to the toilet for a minute." 

Lyra and I just got off Gibran's car and were about to step into the toilet. At that time a sedan drove quite fast and almost hit us.

"If you want that road look left right first!" his jolt.

I lowered my face and looked at the driver of the car. I was shocked when I looked at the man's face.

"Fab-Fab-Fabian?"

"Dad!" call Lyra. He ran to that car.

Didn't Fabian go bankrupt? Why would he be able to ride in such a fancy car? Suddenly I remembered a conversation with a man who was lifting a sewing table near the supermarket a few days ago. He said the owner of the convection had just gotten a windfall. What exactly does that windfall mean?

"It's Dad's car, huh?" tanya Lyra while wiping the side of her car.

"Don't hold! Dirty later!" his jolt. 

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. Lyra is your daughter. He just wants to greet you. Why are you so rude?"

"Surge! I'm going through!" jerk again.

"Why did you come to us, Mom?" ask Lyra.

"Stop saying! Don't you have ears, huh!"

"Get out!" 

I was surprised to find Gibran who suddenly stood right in front of Fabian's car.

"Why are you screaming? Who do you think you are?"

"You who almost hit Zura and Lyra, instead of apologizing, are cursing at them" Gibran said.

"What is your business? You're not what they are, are you?"

Gibran's hand outstretched.

"I'm Gibran, Azzura's future husband."

"Ap-ap-what? Ca-ca-lon husband?"

Fabian was dumbfounded, and so was I.

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