My madam, my poison

Handlines

"Yes. I'm Zura's future husband."

"I didn't expect this much you accepted another man to be a father Lyra said. Or maybe you were already in a relationship with him when we were married?" cibir Fabian's.

"So your mouth! I'm not as low as you think!" my firmness.

"Here you go, there's no need to serve this guy. Let's continue our journey."

Gibran carries Lyra and carries her away before Fabian.

"I'm sorry, if I was just claiming to be your future husband. It's not what, I just don't want you to be yelled at so much" Gibran said shortly after re-applying his car.

I secretly smiled. Really, her treatment made me feel more comfortable when I was around her.

"Oh, it's okay. I hope I never repeat it again."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the playground.

"Mom get on that swing." Lyra pointed her index finger at a swing. But at the same time a boy his age also walked closer to the game.

"I go first!"

"I go first!"

The two fought each other without anyone willing to give up.

"Lyra, there are still many rides games that are much more exciting than this swing. How about we go there?" persuade Gibran. My little princess agreed. He then took Lyra.

The number of stairs we climbed was enough to make me stop in the middle of the road because of fatigue.

Carrying Lyra Gibran passed from before me. I thought he was gonna leave me alone. But it turns out my guess was wrong. Apparently he went to buy a bottle of minerals.

"Drink away."

"Thank you."

I who was experiencing thirst then sipped the mineral water.

Suddenly Lyra forced down from Gibran's sling.

"Mother's change was carried by Uncle Giblan" he said.

"Mother is still strong walking darling, mother is just soy sauce," I said.

"It's okay. Lyla just walk, pity mom's tired."

"This child is why he likes to make his mother misbehave" I muttered.

Gibran bowed his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Let's go up quickly. You'll pass out later, I'll be fussy."

"You must not underestimate me. I can make my way up to the top."

I stood up and went back up the stairs. After a fairly heavy struggle, I finally arrived at the destination of the vehicle bianglala.

"Lyla wants to ride it, ma'am."

"Lyra sure? Isn't Lyra afraid of heights?"

"You're accompanied by Giblan's mother and uncle, Lyla belani really."

"Mom don't dare to go up, you'll get dizzy."

"Come, Mom. Mom's time lost to Lyla," he whined

"Let uncle accompany Lyra, yes" Gibran said.

"Lyra wants to be with mom too."

"Later if the dizzy mother continues to faint how? Let uncle accompany Lyra.

After being persuaded by Gibran, Lyra finally wanted to ride the vehicle without me.

"We buy ice cream yuk, Uncle," said Lyra after being satisfied to try all the rides that are in the playground.

Gibran took her back and wanted to take us to an ice cream shop not far from the park.

After ordering the ice cream that Lyra wanted, the three of us sat on a bench with a circle-shaped table

It was then that someone dressed as a clown appeared and approached us. Apparently he is a photographer who usually offers photo services to park visitors.

"Good day, sweet sister. Sweet sister want no clown uncle's photo?" he offered his services at once.

"You!" answer Lyra quickly.

"Little sister stood beside my father and mother, yes" said the clown.

"Ehm .. We are not husband and wife" I said.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were a family."

"Mother .. Uncle .. We'll take a picture of belsama yes."

"Ehm .. t-t-but, …"

"It's okay. Think of it as a memento" Gibran said.

We followed the photographer's directions before his camera took a picture of the three of us.

Gibran then took a piece of fifty thousand coins from his wallet and gave it to the photographer.

"Well fit, sir. I don't have change."

"It's okay, just take the change. I don't have twenty thousand dollars either."

"Thank you very much, sir. I do'a hope this Father and mother become a real family."

"Aamiin" said Gibran.

The clown passed from in front of us.

Suddenly I heard a distinctive sound from my stomach.

"Something seems to be hungry" Gibran said.

"Who's hungry?" my dispute.

"You think I don't hear the sound of worms marching in your stomach? How about we stop by the food stall over there?"

"Lyla wants to eat meatballs!" exclaim Lyra.

"Oh, Lyra's hungry too? We've had lunch first."

Whether intentional or not, Gibran who had been holding Lyra's hand, suddenly took my hand. I also brushed it off.

"Ma-ma-af, I think Lyra's hand."

"His hand size is much different. How can you get it wrong," I grumbled.

Arriving at the stall, Gibran ordered three servings of meatballs and three glasses of orange ice.

"His daughter is big. Didn't think it was given a sister, Ms. .. Sir?" ask the owner of the shop.

Uh! Again, we were considered a couple.

"Ehm .. We're not husband and wife, ma'am."

"Oh, sorry. I thought you guys were family. You see, Father and Mother are very suitable as a couple."

"Just pray that we can really be a family, ma'am," said Gibran, who I then rewarded with a hard enough stomp on his legs.

"Uncle Giblan why?" ask Lyra.

"Ah. No. gabe. There's an ant that got into uncle's shoes."

"After this we go to the pool, don't we, Uncle?" ask Lyra.

"Yes, Lyra."

Just a few steps away from the stall, my attention was on an old grandfather who was a knit bag seller.

"Please, Son. Her knitting bag, fifty thousand only," he bargained.

"I bought one yes, Cake," I said, pointing to a knitting bag patterned with flowers.

"Alhamdulillah."

Grandpa swiftly put the knitting bag into a plastic bag and thrust it at me.

"Why don't you bargain for grandpa's merchandise, son?"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"I used to be a tailor. I know that it takes a long time. It doesn't seem fair if I'm still offering it."

"You're out of your way in the park, huh?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, Cake. My daughter's off school."

"Can grandfather see your palm for a second, son?" tanyakanya.

"By, Cake. Grandpa must be good at reading hand lines huh?"

"Lately grandfather often asked visitors to read their hand lines."

The old man began to observe the line of my right hand.

"Your recovery path is good, even though you used to fall. But ... Your match line is not good."

"Soul line?"

"Yes, grandfather can see you're not just once heartbroken by a man."

"What do you mean grandpa?"

"May Grandpa's prophecy be wrong, son." Grandpa then chuckled.

What exactly did this grandfather say?

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