My madam, my poison

Dream man?

I was astonished, that morning many new customers suddenly contacted me and ordered clothes in my convection in large quantities. Even some of them had already sent money as a sign so. In order to answer my curiosity, I asked them. And the answer I got was amazing. They say that the person who recommended my convection to them turned out to be Fabian's ex-wife, Silvia. It seems that his love for my ex-husband has now turned into resentment and hatred.

"Sorry, Mom. Looks like we need an extra employee. This week orders are quite high, with the number of employees now, we are afraid not to be able to meet customer orders" said Seto. The employee I appointed as the head of production.

"Well, I try to immediately find additional employees. For now just do the order according to your capacity, do not force yourself," I said.

"Good, Mom."

"What's wrong with you, son? It seems very confused," asked the mother when she saw me scratching my pen on a piece of paper with irregular strokes. Describing my current mind that was a little chaotic. Where and how I was looking for a new employee, while some of my employees chose to move to Fabian's convection on the grounds that the salary offered by him was greater than my convection.

"Connections require additional employees because production orders this week are quite high."

"Why should you be confused? There must be a lot of people out there who need a job ."

"The salary offered by Fabian's convection from this convection, they most likely prefer to go there."

"Ehm ... What if we ask Gibran for help? Her relationship must be a lot, she can certainly help us overcome this problem," said the mother.

"Totally so."

"Yes, now you call Gibran."

All this time I've rarely contacted him first. But this time I have to put my pride aside.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikumsalam, my dream was I last night on the phone of the idol. He he he]

[I didn't call you to discuss the no-no]

[Means wanting to reply yes, dong. Hehe]

[This week convection is getting quite high orders]

[That's a good thing, isn't it? It means your convection is trusted by the people out there]

[I'm confused]

[Why you should be confused, you should be grateful]

[With the large number of orders, it means I have to increase the number of employees. The problem is that I am confused about how and where to find additional employees, while some of my employees just opt out of my convection and move to the Fabian convection on the grounds that the salary offered there is greater. I called you on my mother's advice. You have a lot of relationships, maybe you can help me]

Silent for a moment.

[How many employees do you need?]

[About 5 to 6 people]

[It just so happened yesterday when I opened a job as my clothing store keeper, there were quite a lot of fans even though in the end only two people I chose. I'm still saving their data later try to contact them if they want me to offer you a job at your convection]

[Alright, thank you in advance. That's all I want to say]

[Nothing else]

[What do you mean?]

[Number of kangen, for example. Hehe]

[No need to talk about weird things]

[Oh yeah, tomorrow night I got a wedding invitation at one of my clients. If you don't mind I'd like to take you as my partner to attend the invitation]

[A-w-why?]

[Yes. Who do you think is my best friend right now?]

[I-I'm ashamed]

[God, why should I be ashamed. The one who got married was my old school friend. He is a good man]

[Later to think again]

[Come, please. Do I have to take my mom to the party? You think it's a boy's birthday party?]

[I'm chuckling]

[Not even laughing? You want to not? If you don't want to, I'd like to invite one of my shop employees]

[Yes there, just take the girl]

[From your voice alone I know that you're jealous, I mean]

[Who is jealous]

[I'll give you some time to think until tonight. For clothes you don't have to worry that I will buy it]

[No need, I still have the clothes you deserve to wear to go to the party]

[That means you want to, right? Hehe]

[Bu-bu-not that I mean]

[There is no need to be shy about cats. I know you always feel comfortable when you're around me]

[To geer-an really be a person. Yes, I hung up the phone first, saying you're starting to digress]

[I'm waiting for the good news. Give my regards to mother and Lyra]

[Mother?]

[I mean Sabrina's mother]

[God willing I will tell you. Assalamualaikum]

Clik. I'm ending the phone call.

"How, Son? Is Gibran able to help us," mother asked shortly after I turned off the phone.

"Gibran said that when opening a job to become a shopkeeper in his clothes yesterday there were quite a lot of fans, so he would try to contact the rejected applicants. May they be placed in our convection."

"Did you say Gibran was always there for you" mother seduced.

"Ehm ... um .. Mom."

"What's wrong? is there something you want to say?"

"Ehm .. not so."

"Come on, don't play with the same secrets as mom. I know you want to say something," urged Mom.

"Ehm .. She's taking me to her high school friend's wedding tomorrow night" I said a little nervously.

"He who? Gibran?"

"Yes, you will."

"But, Mom."

"But, why? Just accompany him, right? He's been doing a lot of good with you, with Lyra, too. What's wrong with sometimes helping her?"

"I'm ashamed, after all we don't have any relationship."

"That's why you accepted the proposal. That way you won't be embarrassed if you have to go alone with her."

"For now I can't give you an answer, Mom."

"Until when will you keep hanging it? Waiting is not good, there are times when the waiter is tired and gives up. What if Gibran suddenly left you and married another woman?"

"She means she's not my soul mate yet."

"It's hard to talk to you. Less what the Gibran is. It's good, understanding, dear Lyra has a lot of effort, handsome again."

"Mom talks like that just to marry her."

"Mom speaks for what it is. According to Gibran's mother, it was a man of dreams. If only I were young, I'd want to marry her." Mom chuckles.

"Well, I'm married to him."

"Don't pout that dong, I'm just kidding."

"Oh yeah, where are Lyra and Anisa?"

"It looks like it's still in Lyra's room."

Lately during the weekend Anisa often spent time at my house.

I passed from in front of my mother and headed for the Princess' room just my way.

"Aren't you guys bored from this morning in the room?" my many.

Wait for. Why is this room empty? Where are the two of them?

From Lyra's room, I shifted to Fina's room. From the front door of the room I heard giggling from inside. Out of curiosity I turned the doorknob and pushed it. Unable to explode at the sight before me.

"God willing, what are you doing, son?"

I found the faces of the two colorful little girls with Fina's makeup tools complete with lip-splitting and blusher.

"Who taught you this?" I asked while holding back my laughter.

"We want to be a beautiful woman, Mom."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Beauty it doesn't have to be with makeup or thick makeup, honey. So what really comes from a kind nature and a sincere heart" I said.

"Oh, yeah."

"If your face is like this, you look like clowns." Once again I chuckle.

"Before Fina comes home, quickly clean the makeup tools and put them back in place, after that you wash your face."

The two little girls complied. With their attitude, they re-cleaned the Fina dresser and returned the makeup equipment in its original place.

"Mother don't tell Ms. Fina yes, if we've been messing with her makeup tools."

"Yes, Honey. Now you wash your face and wait for mom in front, I have brownies for you" I said.

"Holes! Blownies cake!" cheer them.

"Oh yes, Anisa. Just now your mom wanted a message for auntie, your dad couldn't pick you up because he had to go to college this afternoon. It's okay if Auntie takes you home?" I said as the two were enjoying brownies in the living room.

Anisa just nodded her head while her mouth was full of my own handmade brownies.

"The bloody cake is so good, Auntie. Anisa can't bring home to mom and dad?"

"Sweet as you are, son. Yeah, well, I'll wrap it up for your mom and dad."

"Thank you, Auntie Zula."

Anisa smiled so much that she showed her teeth that were brown due to the brownies.

I looked at the face of Anisa, the only princess of Darren and Fatimah. It was still quite fresh in my memory back then when Anisa's newborn brother Darren was disappointed that Fatimah gave birth to a daughter, not a boy as she had expected. Darren even had time to end their marriage because of the presence of a third person, one of Darren's students named Widya. Thank God for opening the door of my brother's heart so that their stairs could be saved.

"Auntie Zula why are you crying? tanyakanya.

"Auntie didn't cry, honey. We're ready, after this Auntie take you home."

"If Anisa's off school, Anisa can't do it, stay here again?"

"Of course we can, we're Anisa's family too."

"Auntie Zula is good, Nisa loves Auntie." My niece hugged me.

I just realized that his hands were dirty because the brownies hit my white wide hijab.

"Yes, autie has to change hijab again."

"Sorry, Auntie, Anisa didn't mean it."

Anisa tried to rub the brownie marks attached to my hijab. Not that my hijab is getting dirty.

"Already, Honey. It'sit's okay. Aunti will wash her hijab."

"We went to Darren's house, Mr. Amin, yes" I said as we approached my car in the yard.

"Good, Mom."

At first our journey was smooth but in the middle of the journey, suddenly Mr. Amin stopped the pace of my car.

"What's up, sir?" my many.

"There's a traffic jam ahead, ma'am."

I looked out of my car. Apparently there was a commotion in front of a former shophouse. Hold still. Isn't that Fabian's convection? What's going on in there to cause this kind of traffic jam?"

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