My madam, my poison
A plan
I got home when the clock showed me at 10:00 am, along with Lyra's clock coming home from school.
"Lyra darling, get changed, then come with mom" I said.
"Where are we going, Mom?" tanyakanya.
"Mom wants to take Lyra and grandma to Uncle Darren's house."
"Holes! Go to Anisa's house!" her cheering.
While Lyra and mom were getting ready, I went to the kitchen to decorate the sponge cake.
About 20 minutes later we were ready to go to my brother's house with a gift box of large sponge cake made by my own hands of course.
"So I met Maureen's sister at the supermarket, Mom," I told my mother on the way.
"Is he acting again?"
I'm wasting my breath.
"Sir Maureen's shopping is too much so her credit card reaches the limit, so I'm the one who pays for the lack of it."
"You should have let your proud, rich-ass brother go" mother murmured.
"Where can it be, Mom. I pity that Brother Maureen was humiliated in such a public place."
"Why should you be sorry? Does he feel sorry for you?"
I'm reviewing the smile.
"If I get back at her treatment, I'm the same as her, right?"
"As far as you are."
"Ehm. I'm planning to open a cake shop, what do you think?"
"According to mom, your cake is delicious. If you really want to open a cake shop, I must support you. Mother also doesn't mind if mom has to keep her cake shop."
"Where might I ask mom to keep the cake shop. I will definitely be looking for a new employee to become a shopkeeper."
"It's up to you."
About 20 minutes later we arrived at Darren's house.
Don't be asked again the expression of the joy of the princess is only Kak Darren and Fatimah, Anisa when meeting with her cousin, Lyra.
"Lyla, I have a new doll let's play in the room. Yesterday my father also bought me a new walna pencil. Later we patch up together," said the 3-year-old girl while holding Lyra's hand and invite her into her room.
"I saw Darren's car in the yard, did he have a teaching holiday today?" I asked shortly after Fatimah let us sit on the living room sofa.
"Today Mas Darren didn't leave for college because of illness."
"ill? Since when?" ask again.
"Waking up this morning was hot."
"Have you taken him for medication?"
Fatimah shook her head.
"I'm tired of persuading him, Ra. He always reasoned to be afraid of needles."
"What's? Darren's afraid of needles? Losing time with Lyra. Lyra had the courage to get vaccinated at her school yesterday." I chuckle.
"From a long time ago your brother was afraid of needles. So if he is sick only mother compresses with warm water," said the mother.
Brother Darren always said mom never cared for him, but in fact when she was sick she still wanted to take care of him.
"Where is Darren now? Can I go see him?" my many.
"He's in the room, let me drive."
Fatimah stepped onto the main room, while my mother and I followed behind her.
"Assalamualaikum," I said as I entered his room.
"Vaalaikumsalam. The zura? Mammy? You guys?"
Darren looks surprised to see our appearance in his room. I can also see the twinkle in his eyes.
"Big brother why?" my many.
"So, it feels like my body is hot cold, my head is also dizzy."
"Having known pain, why did you refuse when your wife asked you to seek treatment?" fawning mother.
"I'm afraid of needles, Mom."
"You can ask the doctor not to be injected."
"Again old this is afraid of needles. Aren't you ashamed of Anisa and Lyra?" say mother again.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I made sponge cake for you guys. Looks like I left it in the car."
I left Darren's room and headed for my car parked in the yard.
"Sir Amin just go inside, yuk," I said.
"No, ma'am, I'm just waiting in the car."
"But it looks like we've been a long time, sir. Instead of getting bored, Mr. Amin just come into the house."
Mr. Amin seemed to think for a moment before he gave an answer.
"I'm afraid to trouble you."
I'm reviewing the smile.
"What's so troublesome, sir?
This house belongs to Brother Darren, my older brother."
"Yes, then I'll come in."
"Sir Amin wait here first."
I left the living room and went back to Fatimah's room.
"Hopefully after eating this sponge cake Kak Darren can heal quickly," said I while thrusting the box containing the sponge cake on Kak Darren.
"I'm here like a sick person. Nduk, you cut this cake and take it to the living room" he told Fatimah.
"Are you strong brother standing?"
"I'm just a fever, not a cripple" he joked.
I grabbed my older brother and took him to the living room.
"There is Mr. Amin apparently."
"Sir Darren is healthy?" ask Mr. Amin.
"Thank God this is unhealthy."
"In a season where the weather is erratic like this you should be able to maintain health. Don't underestimate the food and don't over-forserate the job."
"The speech of Mr. Amin is like a specialist," said brother Darren who was greeted with laughter from all who were in the room.
Not long ago Fatimah came out of the kitchen with a tray containing 5 cups of warm tea and sponge cake that had been cut into pieces.
"From the color alone has seduced taste," said brother Darren. Then take a piece of cake and bite it.
"Your cake is delicious, Ra. Why don't you open the cake?"
"Sister is the second person after bi Ami to give advice to open the cake."
"Oh yeah, there seems to be an empty shophouse near the campus where I teach. I'm sure if you open a cake shop there will sell hard," said Darren.
"Yes, Ra. This cake made by you is delicious, it must be liked by many people," praised Fatimah.
"If you are interested I will find the information of the owner of the shop, then you can contact him directly," said brother Darren. I nodded in agreement.
"Please drink the tea first" said Fatimah.
The three of us grabbed each other's cups and took a sip.
"Actually the purpose of our arrival here, in addition to visiting we also want to convey important things to you," I said.
"What's important, Ra?" ask brother Darren curiously.
"Your sister has just been proposed" replied the mother.
"laminated? Really?" asked the couple half in disbelief.
"Yes, Sister .. Fat. A few days ago I was just proposed."
"Who proposed to you? What man named Gibran did you tell me about?" ask Fatimah.
I nodded my head in response.
"Where's your ring."
Suddenly Fatimah grabbed my left hand and observed the diamond ring that was coiling on my ring finger.
"Ckckckck .. This man is definitely not a random man. I know the price of this ring is worth one unit of a new car" he said.
"What matters to me is not the ring, but the seriousness of marrying me" I said.
"If from your story Gibran is a good man and attention. He also wants to accept you for who you are, as well as Lyra. God willing he will be a good priest for you" said Fatimah.
"Aamiin's."
Lyra and Anisa leave the room.
"Mom, Anisa's tired of playing in kamal. We want to play cooking in the house," said Anisa.
"May, but remember, only on the terrace, do not go anywhere," said Fatimah.
The short-haired little girl nodded in understanding.
"That's Auntie Zula's cake?" Anisa asked as she looked at the sponge cake on the table.
"Yes, baby it's Auntie's cake" I replied.
Anisa then took a few pieces of cake until her little hands were overwhelmed to bring her. Impatiently he put a piece of cake in his mouth.
"Oh my God, son. Take one or two pieces only, later if it runs out you can take again," said Fatimah.
"Later the cake is spent by Dad" he said with his mouth full of cake.
"Kuenya much kita Darling, your father will not be able to spend it" I said.
"Yes, we've played in the lual first."
Anisa and Lyra went from the living room to the terrace of the house.
"So when are your wedding plans and Gibran's, Ra?" ask Fatimah.
"God willing next month."
"Do you want to invite Maureen?" ask Fatimah again.
Really, I was confused to give an answer to that question. Whether I should invite him or not at my wedding with Gibran later.
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