My madam, my poison

The hero in Lyra's heart

I immediately pulled my hand from his grasp.

"Ma-ma-af, I didn't mean it" Gibran said curiously. "You must not be afraid of the threat, I will be the first to defend you if you have to face the law. I'll hire the best lawyer for you."

Tranquilize. Yes, sentence after sentence that slid from Gibran's lips made this mind instantly feel calm. For the first time I gave thanks to a man like him.

I gasped a little when my phone suddenly rang. I quickly took the flat device from my sling bag. In a hurry, the medicine I just bought from the pharmacy was accidentally carried out and fell. I was about to put it back in the tasz but it turned out that I lost quickly. The antibiotic tablets are now in Gibran's hands.

I stared at my phone screen. Apparently mom called.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am]

[Waalaikumsalam, where are you? It was like this afternoon I had not come home. I'm worried, son]

[I-I'm at the cafe, Mom]

[At the cafe? Didn't you go to the hospital?]

[Ehm .. Gibran picked me up]

[Oh, yes, yes. If you are with him, it is safe. I'm not good to be a bother]

[Aah! What is this mother saying]

[Yes, I hung up the phone. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Capitaly]

- Interrupted calls

"Was your mom calling?" ask Gibran.

"Mother?"

"Ehm .. I mean Mrs Sabrina."

I nodded my head in response.

"Who are these antibiotics for?" ask Gibran again.

"Ehm .. is not for anyone. I always keep it in my bag."

"Where are supplies of painkillers, not antibiotics."

Suddenly the nausea came back to me.

"Dar!"

"Why you?" ask Gibran. His face suddenly turned frantic.

"It's okay, my stomach is a little nauseous, probably because I'm not used to drinking chocolate."

"Yes, I'm taking you home now. Your mother must be worried about you" Gibran said. I nodded in agreement.

Gibran took out a hundred thousand pieces of money from his wallet and placed them on the table. He then asked me to leave the cafe.

I don't know why in Gibran's car my nausea is getting worse.

"Are you carjacking or what? Do I need to shut down the AC?"

"no need. I just seem to catch a cold."

"Yes, we're going to the doctor now."

Sure enough, I just got from the doctor, I'm going to see the doctor again.

"No, if I get home later I'll take the medicine."

"Yes, take medicine, then rest. Don't mind too much. I'm afraid you're sick."

I just told you to catch a cold, Gibran's already this hot. What if he finds out about my illness?

"Oh yeah, how's your mom doing? Yesterday you said he had a stomachache."

"Then I took him to the doctor."

"Lantas, what's the doctor saying?"

"The doctor said my mother had gallstones."

"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roji'un."

"No need to worry, it's not a scary disease."

"Although it is not a scary disease, still you cannot underestimate it" I said.

A few moments later, we arrived at my house. I saw my mother and daughter, Lyra already welcoming me at the door.

"Mother! Uncle Giblan!" call him while running towards us. Not that I was being hugged, my daughter just slammed into Gibran's arms.

"Uncle Gibran, come on in. Lyla was patching at school."

Lyra took Gibran by the hand and invited him into the house.

"So Lyla was told by Bu gulu to patch up Lyla's family." My little girl took a picture book from her school bag and showed it to us. In the colorful picture that has not been so neat it looks two women and a man and a girl who holds a balloon.

"Try Uncle Giblan guess this is anybody."

Gibran then observed the color pencil strokes of the boy's kindergarten.

"These two women are your mother and grandmother, who hold this balloon Lyra, and this man is Fabian's father. Right?"

Lyra shook her head quickly.

"No, Uncle. That's not Fabian's father."

"Want to?"

"That's Uncle Giblan."

"Yeah .. uncle guessed wrong." Gibran chuckles. I don't know why I could catch the look in his eyes that had turned glassy.

"Why did Lyra draw uncle?"

"Because Uncle is good with Lyla and the same mother. Uncle Giblan, who helped Lyla when Lyla fell in the pool. Uncle Giblan is the hero of Lyla" Lyra said with her innocent eyes.

Gibran can't say anything anymore. He took my daughter's body into his arms.

"Why is Uncle Giblan crying?" ask Lyra.

"Uncle doesn't cry, honey. Looks like uncle's eyes are flashing."

Our conversation stopped when Seto suddenly entered the living room.

"Mom Zura."

"What's Seto?" my many.

"Ehm .. anu anu .. there is chaos in the production space."

"What do you mean?"

"It's because of the carelessness of the two new employees, ma'am?"

"You mean Rini and Ayu's day?"

"Yes, Mom."

"All right, I'll be right there. Lyra here used to be Gibran's uncle, yeah. Mom goes to the production room first," I said. My little princess nodded in understanding.

I moved out of the living room and into the production room.

Apparently, in the room there was a commotion.

"What's this?" my many.

"This, Ma. These two new hires mishandled, "one of my employees explained.

"Wrong sewing how?" ask again.

"They sew arbitrarily does not fit the pattern. As a result almost 100 pcs clothes orders one of our customers failed to ship today."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. Renee .. Ayu. Can you explain this? Didn't Seto tell you to sew these materials in a pattern? Why are you sewing so badly?" my pedicabs.

Both of my new employees were silent and downcast.

"Why are you guys quiet? Answer!" my sentakku.

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