My madam, my poison

For photo

I tried to call Fabian's number. It's nothing, my goal is just to ask for the photos needed for Lyra's schoolwork. I've called many times, but I've always failed. It looks like he's already replaced his old number with a new one. There was no other way but to go to his convection.

"Excuse me, can I meet the owner of this convection?" I asked one of his employees who happened to just come out of that place.

"Before a minute, I'll wait here."

The girl who was only 20 years old then re-entered the former shophouse. Not long after Fabian appeared.

"What's looking for me?" ketus tanyanya.

"Ehm .. I've tried calling your phone number, but it always fails."

"I changed my phone number. What's wrong?"

"Ehm .. I-I just wanted to ask for your picture."

"My photocopy?" Fabian frowned.

"You don't misunderstand me first. Lyra needs your picture for her schoolwork. His teacher gave him the task of making a family tree with photos" I explained.

"Ehm .. so. You're still using your old number, aren't you?"

I nodded my head in response.

Fabian took his phone and sent a picture of it through a conversation app.

"Already," he said along with the sound of a new message notification from my phone.

"Thank you, that's all I came here for, sorry to interrupt your time."

Divorce apparently makes the relationship of two human beings who used to love and need each other, become like two strangers who do not seem to know each other.

I was just getting out of that place, I don't think Maureen's brother just showed up.

"Why did you come here?" tanyanya cynic.

"I've got a little need with Fabian."

"Reason! Don't you want to go near her again huh?!"

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. I never once thought of doing that. For me Fabian is the past, especially now that he's already Brother's husband, I know the limits."

"You came all the way here just to meet him. Or maybe you guys meet secretly behind my back."

"Zura came here just to ask for a picture of me that Lyra needs for her schoolwork."

"Aren't you suspicious?" ask Maureen.

"Suspect?"

"It could be that he asked for a photo of Mas to be used as a means of use. Now that he's rich, he'll want him again."

"Sister Maureen! Keep saying Brother! I'm not as petty as Big Brother thinks! Until I won't take back what I've thrown away!"

"Who knows whose heart."

"Until any time I'll never be right in Brother's eyes. It seems that envy and resentment have made Brother's heart die," I said.

"Here, go!"

"Without my brother telling me, I'll go!"

I passed from before the two and left the place.

From Fabian's convection, I headed straight for the printing press. Of course my goal was to print Fabian's photo for Lyra's schoolwork. Unexpectedly, in that place I met Gibran's brother. Yes, Keenan.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said with a friendly smile.

"Vaalaikumsalam. You, Ken. Another photo print?"

"No, another photocopy of the file. We haven't met for long. How's Lyra doing?"

"Thank God, he's healthy."

"Lyra must be getting closer to Gibran."

"Yes, that's it."

"If you're a good match, why don't you get married?"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"For the time being I still want to focus on raising Lyra, as well as developing my convection business" I said.

"Yes, life does need principles" Keenan said.

Moments later an employee appeared from inside the printing press.

"Everything is fifteen thousand rupiahs" he said, handing over a file to Keenan. He took twenty thousand coins from his wallet and gave them to the printing worker.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a five-thousand fraction."

"It's okay, just take the change," Keenan said.

"Mom want a photocopy too?" ask the employee to me.

"Ehm .. no. I want to print a photo."

"Okay, you'll have to send the file to the number on this printing nameplate."

I also sent Fabian's photo to the number the employee was referring to.

"Isn't that a picture of Lyra's father?" keenan asked as a photo of Fabian appeared on the screen of the printing laptop.

"Yes. I printed her picture for Lyra's schoolwork" I explained.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"At any time there is no term ex-child or ex-father. I also never had any thoughts of Lyra forgetting let alone hating her real father."

Suddenly a motorcycle stopped right in front of the printing press. The driver was a young woman in hijab. When the woman took off her helmet, I just recognized her.

"Mother teacher Syifa?"

"Eh, Lyra's mother. Mother ... um. Zura."

"Oh yes. Sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay."

"Sorry, is this madam the daughter of doctor Zain?" Suddenly Keenan chimed in on our chat.

"Yes, right. Do you know my father?"

"I don't know him very well. Meet once when I take my mother for treatment."

"Lantas, how would Mas know if I was his daughter?"

"If it's not wrong, Zain's doctor put a picture of Ma'am on his desk. From there I felt like Mbak's face was no stranger to me" Keenan explained.

"Oh, that's how it looks."

"Are you guys chatting up after that and doctor Zain meant to introduce Master Syifa's mom to you?" my real God guess.

"Ehm .. yes .. that's it."

"Lantas, how do you respond? It turns out that Guru Syifa's mom is prettier than the real picture, isn't she?" god again. This time Keenan looks wrong.

"Ehm .. sorry. I have to go now" Keenan said after glancing at the watch on his wrist. He also left the printing.

"Do you know that man?" ask Syifa.

"Yaz I've known him for a long time. Coincidentally her brother was one of my convection customers."

"Ehm .. Can I know his name?"

"His name is Keenan."

"What a great name."

"What, Mom?"

"Ehm ..ti-ti-it-it's okay."

"In addition to his good name, his personality is also good. He's kind, respectful and polite to women, and another one .. handsome."

"ah! Mother. Why tempt me? I just want to know his name."

"Isn't there a familiar proverb then no dear? From knowing, long-time growing affection," I joke.

"Mother Zura can joke too."

"Don't take life too seriously.

Soon get old, stress, and have a stroke." My words this time successfully provoked the laughter of the teacher's mother.

"His mother's picture is done in print" said the employee who printed the Fabian photo.

"It must be a picture of Lyra's father who wants to be used for schoolwork from me" Syifa said.

"Yes, Mom."

"Why print it? Usually husband and wife have a large collection of photos at home."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Ehm .. We were separated when Lyra was a baby. Today I purposely met him to ask for this photo only," I explained.

"Yes Allah. I'm sorry, Mom. I really don't know."

"Ah, it's okay. We haven't known each other for long. So do not know each other's personal lives," I said.

"How much, Mas?" ask the printing staff.

"Five thousand, ma'am."

"I took a piece of ten thousand from my wallet and gave it to the employee.

"I don't have five thousand change, ma'am. I just didn't give you change.

"Yes, the change just take it."

"Alhamdulillah, be met with good people. I do'a mother and Mas who were handsome was a match," said the employee.

"Amen."

Why do I accept that prayer? Instantly I cursed my silliness. Is it because I'm too close to Gibran, that I'm being silly with you?

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