My madam, my poison

Still vague

"Actually what happened to you? Why didn't Gibran drive you home last night?" ask mom after Fina and Lyra left for school.

"There's nothing, ma'am. Didn't I tell you the car broke down."

Mom puts on a smile.

"You're my daughter, son. You can lie to everyone but not your mom. Did you guys fight?"

I'm wasting my breath.

"It turns out Luna's speech is not just a bluff or a threat."

"Luna?"

"Yes, Luna is Gibran's ex-lover."

"Did he cause trouble again?"

"After failing to harm Lyra, she also tried to harm me by putting poison into my drink."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! Love has made his heart blind. You're okay, aren't you, son?" Suddenly, my face panicked.

"God is still protecting me."

"How do you know if Luna put poison in your drink?"

"I didn't drink that drink, Mom. But one of Gibran's friends.

At that time a waitress wearing a mask suddenly delivered drinks to us. I refused to drink it because I felt the color of the drink was too striking. I asked the Qibla to return the drink and replace it with water

whites. The uproar occurred shortly after the event was over and invited guests were welcome to enjoy the banquet. It was then that someone suddenly exclaimed that someone had been poisoned by a drink. From Gibran I know that the man drank the drink that the waitress had given me."

"Well, how's the guy who drank that drink doing?"

"His mouth was spitting out foam, he also felt a stomach ache as well as a yellowed eye gaze."

"How do you know if Luna did it? Aren't you wearing a mask?"

"God is good. After the show was over, we left the building. I don't know why I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. That's where I got my leads. I heard a chat from the room that was right in the toilet I was wearing. From their conversation I knew that Luna paid the girl because she had lent her uniform. It was in that uniform that she pretended to be a waitress who then delivered the poisoned drink to my desk" I said.

"Isn't everything broken? So what makes you and Gibran at odds?"

"Luna said while I hadn't stayed away from Gibran, she would never let my life settle down. From that sentence I said I would stay away from Gibran as long as he let our lives settle down. I just left Gibran.

"So, what am I supposed to do, Mom? Should I stay away from Gibran?"

"Why do you have to ask Mom? Only you know your own heart. If you really love Gibran, you don't let anyone take him away from you."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Ehm. There's something I want to ask."

"What do you want to ask, son?"

"According to Mother the dream was just a sleeping flower? Or is it just a hint?"

"Why did you suddenly ask that?"

"For the umpteenth time I dream of who will be my next companion."

"In your dream it must be Gibran's face that appears, right?" ask mom excitedly.

"It's still a faint one" I replied.

"Sammar?"

"You know 'not Keenan and Gibran's faces so similar? In that dream I really couldn't tell the difference."

Again, Mom smiled.

"You Keenan or Gibran, I don't think it's a problem. They're both handsome and well-established." Mom chuckles.

Uh! Mother. I asked him seriously, he responded jokingly.

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