My madam, my poison
To the party
"Bi, please iron this shirt, yes. Tonight I want to wear it," I said while proffering a peach-colored robe and its hijab to Bi Ami.
"Where are you going?"
"I-I ehm ..I want to go to my friend's wedding."
"Cie .. who wants to meet my beloved," Fina's tease suddenly appeared in front of me. Suddenly I became wrong with his behavior.
"You're going with Gibran tonight, aren't you, 'Son?" Mom chiming.
I know by now it must be the mother who has leaked about the event tonight on Fina.
"Ehm .. I don't feel good about rejecting it, ma'am."
"When else go with a handsome man." Mom chuckles.
"Easy, Mom. Just accept the proposal. I'm sure Gibran's a good man."
"What are you talking about, Fin. Little kids aren't yet time to talk about it."
"Who said I was a child? I'm 17 years old soon, Mom," she argued.
"You're so compact when you suck me up," I grumbled.
A little while later Lyra came out of her room. My curious little girl asked why suddenly I had bi Ami iron the most beautiful clothes.
"Mom's going with Uncle Giblan?" tanyakanya.
"Why is the guess right?" my inner.
"Ehm .. i-i-iya, son. I'll be gone for a second."
"You don't come, Lyra. You're at home with grandma and sister Fina. Later Mbak Fina dandanin you use a new makeup tool mbak Fina deh," persuaded Fina.
"Benelan loh, Ma'am."
"really. When did Fina lie."
"Silence, Mom. I won't let anyone disturb your company" whispered Fina, who I responded by giving her a small pinch on her arm.
"Lyra to Fina yuk's room. Fina's mom has a new cartoon video." Fina took Lyra's hand, and both of them deserved to go into her room.
Half-time at seven.
I had just walked into my room after performing Maghrib prayers at my home mosque when suddenly my phone rang. An incoming message in the conversation app.
[From: Gibran]
[I'll be picking you up in a few hours, beautiful dress-up, baby]
Well, how's this? I hardly ever dress up. Is it appropriate if I come to the wedding without any polish at all?
I should have just rejected his invitation.
"Fina, can you come in, son?" I said from Fina's doorstep.
"Just go in, Mom. The door is not locked. I'm working on PR."
"Oh, yeah, I don't want to bother you."
"What's the matter, Mom?" asked Fina who suddenly stood before me.
"Ehm .. anu .. that .. I want to ask for help."
"Solicit please?" Fina frowned.
"Ehm .. help mom make up."
"Oh my God, Mom. I think what mom wants help with. If it's a make-up problem, you don't have to worry. Anyway tonight I'm gonna make Mas Gibran fascinated by Mom's looks."
"Don't overdo it, son. Something excessive is not good."
"Let's just relax, which I'm sure tonight will make you look different than usual." Fina took my hand and led me into my room.
"As long as I put on my makeup, I don't open my eyes" she said.
"Just look if you overdo makeup mom. I just want to look a little fresher. It can't be, can it? mom came to the wedding without the slightest makeup."
"Now I close my eyes, yeah."
I started to close my eyes. I don't know what Vina did to my face, which I obviously felt my face was thicker than the previous days.
Moments later, it was time for Fiina to tell me to open my eyes.
"It's done!"
Slowly I opened my eyes. I looked at my face in the mirror. Whose face is this why I barely recognize him?
"Fin …"
"Yes, Mom."
"Are you sure this makeup isn't overdone?"
my many.
"No, Mom. This makeup is perfect for a party."
Not long after the sound of a horn was heard from my yard.
"God, the prince has come to fetch the Princess," seduced Fina.
Well, how's this? After self-esteem, why do I feel so insecure like this?
From inside the room I heard the voice of my mother chatting with Gibran fi in the living room.
"Zura must be dancing in her room."
"dress? Why dress up. Without even putting on makeup, in my eyes she was the most beautiful woman."
"What's true, when you want to go to the party do not wear makeup at all. "
"Mas Gibran did not have to worry, I just put on a thin mother's face really, not until like ondel-ondel," said Fina who suddenly made Gibran laugh exploded.
I looked once more at my face in the mirror. I feel like my lips are too red, my eyebrows are too thick. So I wiped it with a wet tissue.
Uh! What the fuck is this Fina? He said he'd put my makeup on thin, but what is this? I felt like I was wearing a mask.
"It seems better this way," I murmured after removing the makeup on my face that felt like this thick layer.
"Mother? Oh, how …?"
Fina was stunned when she saw me coming out from inside the room. She must have been thinking where the makeup she had made had sucked.
"You're beautiful tonight" praised Gibran. I think the heart just jumps out of place.
"Ah, Mommy. Why was the makeup removed?" fina protest.
"Are you putting on Zura?" ask mother.
"Yes, Mom. I used to make a thin mother."
"Thin-thin you said? I feel alien to my face."
"I just want you to look beautiful, that's all" Fina said.
"This is how beautiful your mother is, Fin. Because to me the most important thing is the beauty of her heart."
Uh! What kind of seduction is this?
"Oh yeah, where's Lyra?" ask Gibran.
"After dinner last night he said he was sleepy, now he's asleep" I replied.
"It's a pity that I want to take her as well."
"Why do you want to take Lyra too? Are you not ashamed of the way of the widow and her child?" my question is full of search.
Gibran reviewed the smile.
"Why should I be ashamed? I just want to introduce to my friends, this is my future wife and my cousin's daughter."
Gibran ... Is this your heart? To the extent that you want to introduce me and Lyra as your future wife and child?
I quickly wiped the clear droplets from my eyelids before they could drip.
"We're leaving now, the show starts in half an hour" Gibran said.
"We're leaving first, Mom, Fin. Assalamu'alaikum." I broke mom's hand and then I pecked her back. The same thing Fina did to me.
****
"What gift did you bring to your married friend?" I asked Gibran when I found a white box decorated with ribbons on the back bench.
"A pair of pajamas" he answered.
"Good choice."
The distance from my house to the wedding hall turned out to be quite far. We arrived at the venue just as the reception began.
"Hi, Bro. How are you?" greet a friend of Gibran who has already arrived. Beside him stood a slender-bodied leader wearing a modern kebaya. Her hair was carried with a small crown on her head. But I regretted a little bit that his chest was too open.
"She's your wife? When you got married, no word."
"Ehm .. she-she's my future wife."
"I thought you were married."
"Take it easy, the invitation will be at your house."
The man wearing the black suit suddenly observed my appearance. From the tip of the foot went up to the head and ended up in the part of my chest that was covered in a wide hijab. Makes me feel uncomfortable.
"You're smart to choose a wife. It looks like he's good at playing in bed" he whispered.
"Bug! Watch your mouth!" Suddenly Gibran hit the belly of the man I didn't know his name.
"Sorry, Bro. I'm just kidding."
"Let's move on from here" Gibran said.
"Where are you going, bro? I still want to talk to you."
Gibran ignored the words of his friend, he invited me to the table in front.
Not long after a waitress approached us.
"Please drink it, Mr. .. Ma'am," he said, putting two drinks on us. I wondered why we were given drinks of different colors. One glass is red, the other glass is yellow. Why are we drinking in different colors?
"Thank you" I said. I glanced at the face of the woman who knew the mask. I seem to know these eyes. But who? Uh! Why do I remember things that are not important.
"Not drunk?" ask Gibran.
"Ehm .. I-I don't like these flashy colored drinks."
"Yes, let me change the drink. What kind of drinks do you like?"
"If there is any I prefer water."
Gibran grabbed a glass of strawberry syrup and brought it out from before me. How many seconds later he came back to our table with a glass of water."
"Thank you" I said.
About an hour later the reception was over. After greeting the two brides in the guarantee, we were directed to the buffet table behind the room.
"Aren't you eating?" ask Gibran.
"I had dinner last night."
"Have you figured out how to go to the party, why have dinner at home?"
"I'm used to eating on time so that the patient- ..I mean I don't want to get stomach ulcers."
"The food is good. You must have felt sorry if you didn't try. Open your mouth, aaa
… " Gibran asked me to open my mouth. But I shook my head.
"Ouch .. so romantic. Just eat bribes," quipped one of the invited guests who suddenly made me wrong.
"Ehm .. No really, Mom. I eat by myself." Although I had to, I finally took the food that was on the table.
I had just put in my first spoon of food when suddenly there was a commotion from the direction of the table where the drinks were.
"There's a drink poisoning!" a guest of invitation.
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