My madam, my poison

Is that taste starting to grow?

"Ma-ma-af, Mom. We did not intentionally," said Ayu still with a downcast face. It seemed that he did not have the courage to look me in the face.

"If accidentally it's one or two pieces of clothing, but it's almost 100 pieces!" Seto.

"We're really sorry, ma'am. Next time we will be more thorough and careful" said Ayu again.

"Easy, Mom. Fire them!" knock one of my employees.

"Rin .. Ayu. This time I forgive your mistakes. But if you ever make a mistake again, I'm sorry if I have to stop you from this convection."

"Te-te-thank you, ma'am."

"Please continue with your work."

"What about customers who have to experience delivery delays, ma'am?" ask Seto.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"I'll try to talk to the customer. Hopefully he can understand the delay in delivery."

"Well, what about these clothes that are wrong?" ask Seto again.

"To save time, let Ayu and Rini bring the clothes back to their home let them unload the seams."

"We're the ones who have to break the stitches, ma'am?" ayu protest.

"Now I ask, whose fault is this?"

"Ehm .. sa-sa is us, ma'am."

"Everyone should take responsibility for their mistakes, right?"

"It's still good that Zura didn't fire you guys." Seto.

"Already, you go back to your respective work. I hope a mistake like this will never happen again."

I left the production room. I'll call my customer soon.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Ms. Tika]

[Capitaly]

[I'm sorry if your order will be delayed]

[Why indeed?]

[There was a mistake in the production section. Maybe it's only tomorrow at noon that Mom's order arrives at Mom's shop]

[Oh, yeah. All right, it's okay. But I'll try to finish my order tomorrow afternoon, ma'am.]

[God, we will do it. I think that's all I want to say, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Capitaly]

"What's up, son?" asked the mother who suddenly stood before me.

"Ehm .. I just called Tika's mom, telling her if her order is delayed."

"Well, why?"

"There was a mistake in the production room. Two of my new employees were sewing wrong."

"You mean Rini and Ayu?"

"Yes, Mom."

"How many pieces of clothes are wrong?"

"Almost a hundred pieces, ma'am."

"Hundred pieces? That's not negligence, son. But willfulness. I'm sure the two girls were Fabian's men to make your convention lose money until it finally went out of business."

"Addicting without evidence is tantamount to slander, ma'am. Maybe they did not intentionally make that mistake."

"You fired them, didn't you?"

I shook my head.

"I didn't fire them, but I asked them to unseal the clothes in their house."

"You should fire them immediately. Obviously they've made your convection a loss," said the mother.

"Hopefully they don't repeat their mistakes. We made a deal anyway, if they make any more mistakes, I don't hesitate to lay them off."

"It seems you have to be more selective in choosing employees," said the mother.

"Oh yeah, where's Lyra?"

"In the backyard is learning to ride a bike with Gibran."

"Mother please supervise the production activities, especially Rini and Ayu. I'll go to the backyard first."

I passed from in front of my mother and walked towards the backyard. There Gibran was holding Lyra who was learning to ride a bicycle. Yes, the bike that Lyra rode was a Kado bicycle from Fabian on Lyra's first birthday.

"Don't let go, Uncle Giblan. Later

Lila fell, " said Lyra.

"No, my dear. Later his last uncle if you've started smoothly."

"Don't let go, Uncle," said Lyra repeatedly. But without realizing it, he could control his own bike. Lila only realized when she was far enough away to pedal the bike.

"Well, Uncle Giblan is there? Means from earlier Uncle did not hold Lyla dong's bike," he murmured.

"Holes! Lyla can ride a bike!" her cheering.

"Lyra's great!" praise Gibran as he points both thumbs at Lyra.

"Thank you, Uncle Giblan."

"Mother!"

Realizing my presence, my little princess led her bike towards me.

"Lyla can ride a bike, Mom," he said.

"Lyra's a smart kid."

"Giblan's uncle taught Lyla. Give me a call, Uncle."

Suddenly Gibran glanced at the circular watch on his wrist.

"Sorry, I have to go now. I haven't been able to visit my clothing store in a few days."

"Ehm ... Who's on guard at the store?"

"There are two employees. A cashier, another one serving customers."

"All women?" my many.

"Yes, it seems like female employees are better at keeping the store than men."

"Who said. I've entered a clothing store several times, waiter or cashier men," I argue.

"By the way my two employees are young. He's probably only twenty."

I don't know why I don't like that word. Without me even realizing I'm wrinkling my face. Damn, Gibran picked up my signal of annoyance. However, it seems that he did deliberately want to make me jealous.

"They're beautiful, and …."

"Come on Lyra, we go inside. Mom made me a cold drink. You must be thirsty and exhausted after learning to ride a bike" I said.

"His coach wasn't invited either?" satirical Gibran.

"Drink the tap water!" my ketus.

"Who's drinking from the clan, ma'am?" ask Lyra.

"Ehm .. ti-ti-no, dear. I mean, before we go into the house and rest, we wash our hands in tap water."

"Oh, so. Miss Gulu Syifa also seling said that we selal selal wash our hands agal do not get germs."

I took Lyra's hand and invited her into the house.

"Uncle go home first, honey," said Gibran.

"Yes .. when I go home. Lyla still wants to play with Uncle. Uncle's booby in here, "whimper Lyra. I can catch the disappointment in the look in his eyes.

"Ehm .. Lyra Dear, this uncle of Gibran must go home immediately because there is a job," I said.

"Uncle promise, yes. Play around here."

"Yes, Honey. We'll take another walk sometime."

"The promise is finely kept. Kalena is equal to debt."

"Yes, Honey. Uncle must have kept his word," Gibran said, rubbing Lyra's hair gently.

"I'm saying goodbye first" said Gibran.

I left the living room and drove Gibran to the porch.

"I went to the store first to meet the beautiful girls," he said.

I snorted in annoyance.

"Why is your face like that? You're not jealous, are you?"

"Who is jealous? It's there if you want to go home."

"Don't pout so, ugly tau!"

"I go first, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

What is this feeling? Why don't I like it when Gibran is flirtatious? Did the seed of love really start to grow? Am I starting to fear losing her?

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