My madam, my poison

Gone off?

"In front there are guests, Mom," said bi Ami who suddenly appeared in front of Lyra's room.

"Who, Bi?" my many.

"It looks like they've never been here."

"They? Means not just one person."

"Yes, Mom. A man and a woman are equal to a little girl of non-Lyra age."

"I was just getting out of Lyra's room, and suddenly a little boy came running towards me. I almost hit him.

"Auntie Zura!" yells.

Hearing that voice, Lyra rushed out of her room. He approached the source of the sound.

"Ana!"

"Liara!"

The two little girls whose age was only three months adrift were hugging each other to let go of longing.

"We're playing in my room, yuk." Lyra took Anisa's hand and invited her into her room.

Yes, the three people who visited my house were my older brother, brother Darren with his wife and children, Fatimah and Anisa.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The couple said hello.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Thank God, you finally came to my hut."

"What hut? The house is already rich palace like this," argued Fatimah.

"How are you doing Ra?" ask brother Darren.

"Alhamdulillah, fine. What dreams did I have last night until the arrival of the great guest."

"It could be you. We're sorry we just got to your house."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"It's okay. I know, Darren's a busy man. Until we forget, let's sit down." I took Fatimah's hand and invited her to sit on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Ra. That Anisa just barged into Lyra's room."

"Why should I apologize to everyone. Like anyone else. Lyra must have missed Anisa, too."

"Who are these, Mom?" ask bi Ami.

"Oh, this is my older brother, his name is Brother Darren, and this is his wife Fatimah. Fatimah is an old friend of mine," I explained.

"Oh, yeah, I made you a drink first." Bi Ami left the living room. He returned with a tray of three cups of warm tea and a plate of wet cake.

"Please, Sir, Mom."

"Thank you, Bi."

Bi Ami left the living room.

"I'm proud of you, Ra. You are now a businessman" said Darren.

"Thank God, this is all because God is so good to me."

Moments later emerged from the back of the house. Of course he was surprised not to play when he found brother Darren and Fatimah in the living room.

"Darren's? Fatima? You guys?"

Mom rubbed her eyes repeatedly to make sure her vision was not in trouble.

"Mom didn't look wrong. This is true of Darren and Fatimah" I said.

"Goddessa. What wind brought you here?"

"Anisa keeps asking Lyra, kangen said."

"So, if Anisa doesn't whine about asking Lyra, you won't come here?"

"It's not so, Mom. Mas Darren was busy with his teaching activities. He hardly ever takes a day off."

"Oh yeah, can I see your convention?" ask brother Darren.

"Of course."

"Come, let me accompany you. Let your sister and your wife have a chat" said the mother. Both of them passed from before us.

Suddenly Lyra and Anisa ran over to us.

"Eh, Lyra."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Aunt Fatimah," said as she shook my best friend's hand and then kissed him.

"Waalaikumsalam, dear."

"Mother ... was Lyla belcelita uncle Giblan," Anisa said with her innocent eyes.

"Uncle Giblan? Who's she?" ask Fatimah.

Uh! Why is my heart suddenly beating like this?

"Uncle Giblan was a friend of his mother's. He's nice, likes to take Lyla and mom for a walk, teaches Lyla to ride a bike, and likes to play here."

"That's it, Um!" Suddenly Fatimah cleared her throat while glancing at me.

"Anisa, play the doll in the pool."

Lyra took Anisa's hand and took her to the porch.

"Main on the porch, yeah, honey. Don't go far" I said.

The two little girls who were both unable to mention the letter "R" nodded in understanding. They also passed from before us.

"Something seems to have a close friend" said Fatimah who suddenly made me wrong.

"ah! No, Fat," I argue.

"Little kids are always honest. From the way he told me about who Gibran was, it seemed Lyra was so close to him. Don't you want to share with me?"

"He's just one of my convection customers."

"Really?"

Because I kept pushing, I finally told him who the real Gibran figure that Lyra told me about.

"I knew Gibran by accident. He was the older brother of a man who asked me to sew his wedding dress. Although yes, the wedding dress that I sewed was not worn.

"Cancel use?"

"Yes. The bride-to-be died the day before the wedding."

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un."

"Have you accepted the proposal?" ask Fatimah curiously.

I shook my head.

"Gibran is a good man, and understanding. He loved Lyra too. But, …"

"But why, Ra?"

"I still doubt, rather I'm not ready to open my heart to men let alone to get married."

"Don't I tell myself he's a good man and loves Lyra too? Why do you still doubt? What makes you doubt."

"The past."

Fatimah smiled.

"Didn't everyone have a past? Not infrequently someone has a bad past, but he wants to change."

"In addition to having a fairly dark past, one of Gibran's former lovers still harasses his life. In fact, a while ago the girl named Luna was following us as we walked around. He tried to have bad intentions by pushing Lyra into the pool to make her almost drown Alhamdulillah, Gibran managed to save Lyra," I said.

"Maybe Gibran has a bad past. But it's not fair if you make it an excuse to hang his feelings. Everyone can change, right?"

"Luna threatened me to stay away from Gibran or else she'd keep looking for a way to get rid of us."

"It was just a bluff. He wants to know how deep you feel about Gibran. If you really mean it, you will go on. He will cheer triumphantly if you step back and surrender. You must understand, don't you mean my words?"

"I'm still hesitant about relationships with men."

Fatimah grabbed my hand and held it.

"You have God, Ra. Involve God in all your business. Ask for a hint from Him. He is the best guide. God willing, your doubts will be gone" he said.

"Thank you, Fat. You have given enlightenment. Indeed, all this time I kept fighting and rebelling as the comfort came and filled my chest cavity."

"Actually Gibran has already managed to open the door of your heart, only you still hesitate to let him into it. Oh yeah, how's Fabian doing?" Suddenly Fatimah diverted the conversation.

"Why are you suddenly asking about her?"

"It's okay. I just want to know how it's going.

"Good news. Now he also has a convection business like me."

"From so many types of businesses, why did it choose convection? Don't you feel suspicious, Ra?"

"Why should I be suspicious? That's his right."

"I'm sure Fabian opened the convection just to rival your efforts.

"It is not good to be prejudiced against others, I said.

Not long after, Fina came out of her room. Seeing the arrival of guests in the living room, he nodded politely at her.

"Who is that girl, Ra? Aunt's son?"

"Not."

"Want to?"

"Name Fina. He's been living with me long enough."

"He's not your brother or your relative, is he? Why are you asking her to stay together?"

"I feel sorry for him. He left his home because he often gets rough treatment from his mother."

"I envy you. Your heart is so kind and sincere. People who are none of you only help," said Lyra.

"You're overdone, Fat. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Where is Lyra, Mom?" ask Fina.

"Just play with Anisa on the porch."

Fina passed by from the guest's rusmg then walked towards the terrace.

"Where, Mom? There's no one on the porch."

"There's. I saw Lyra and Anisa come out with a doll."

"There really isn't. Their dolls do not exist either. Or maybe they've gone into the room?"

"From we've been chatting here, it looks like they haven't gone inside yet."

"So, where are they?"

"We'd better find them" said Fatimah as she moved from her seat.

The three of us searched where Lyra and Anisa were from all the rooms in the house to the courtyard. But we didn't find them.

"Did Mr. Amin see Lyra and Anisa?" ask me on Mr. Amin who is mowing the grass in a small garden next to the yard.

"No, Ma. I was cleaning the backyard, and just moved here."

"O Allah, where are Lyra and Anisa?" fatimah. Panic was clearly visible on his face.

"Lyra .. Anisa .. Where are you, honey?" my screams were loud enough to be heard by Darren's mother and sister who are now in the production room.

"What's wrong with you, son?" tanyakanya.

"We're looking for Lyra and Anisa. They were playing on the porch but when Fina checked it, there was no one on the porch" Fatimah explained.

"Have you guys been looking for them in the backyard?" ask mother.

"Not yet, Mom."

"Try you guys looking. Maybe they're playing there."

Fatimah and I walked to the backyard. Again the result is nil. The two little girls were not there.

"Don't they get kidnapped!" fatimah.

Without wasting any more time I returned to the courtyard of the house. I saw the gate that wasn't closed exactly. Did Lyra and Anisa come out of the yard?

"Fatimah, hurry! We're looking for them around this housing complex!" myrag.

We asked everyone we met, but no one knew where Lyra and Anisa were.

"Where are you guys, son," I said.

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