My madam, my poison
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"Where is Mas Gibran?" Fina.
"Gibran .. Gibran .. ehm …"
"Don't confuse us. Quickly tell me where Gibran is?" I urged Keenan.
"Gibran has left us all."
"You gotta be kidding me, right, Ken? Your jokes aren't funny at all" I said.
"You don't mess around, Ken. The marriage will be done soon. Gibran must arrive at this place as soon as possible. Look, penghulu father has been waiting. He must immediately marry the couple elsewhere," said the mother.
"Uncle Nan-Nan .. Where's Giblan's father?" My little daughter Lyra's turn, I asked.
"Zura, can we talk to you for a second?" said Keenan.
I took her a little bit away from that place. Apparently mom was following behind us too.
"Actually where is Gibran? It's almost eight o'clock. Why hasn't he come yet?" I keep repeating that question.
"Gibran .. Gibran has left us all. He's gone."
I'm smothering my mouth. Suddenly my joints felt weak. If you hadn't supported me, I would've fallen on the floor.
"Innalilahi-wa-inna-ilaihi-roji'un."
The clear circle flowed swiftly without excuse from the corner of my eye. The makeup that was painstakingly made by the makeup artist was instantly faded due to being flooded with my tears.
"Gibran ... Gibran .. Why did you leave me?" shirihku.
"Patience, son, patience. I understand how you feel right now" said the mother, clasping my hands tightly.
"Why should she go when I start to open my heart to her?" isakku.
"This is all God's will. As human beings we cannot deny the fate of death" Keenan said.
I was confused how to explain all this to my little daughter.
"Your mother is not well, dear" explained the mother.
"Where's Giblan's father? Didn't he come here?" ask Lyra again.
"Later Gibran's father will come, baby," said the mother.
"Oh yeah, Lyra hasn't had breakfast, has she? Lyra is the same as Fina first."
Fina who was growing up seemed to understand my current situation. He invited Lyra into the house.
"What happened to Gibran? It looks like yesterday afternoon he contacted Zura via video call" she said.
Keenan let out a heavy sigh.
"Gibran died at the hands of robbers."
"Bandits?"
"Yes. Yesterday afternoon his clothing store was visited by two robbers. One of the robbers threatened Gibran to give him the money that was in the cash register. Another robber took one of his employees hostage. For the safety of him and his two employees, Gibran let it go when the robber drained the money in his cash register. However, suddenly one of his employees shouted to provoke the panic of the robber. The gun-wielding robber holding his employee hostage accidentally pulled the trigger to the gun, causing Gibran to be shot in the chest. Gibran died in his own clothing store" Keenan said.
Apparently this is the answer to my dream last night. Gibran, the man who made me fall in love was gone on our wedding day. Yes Rabb .. Place Gibran on your most beautiful side. Thank you for bringing it into my life.
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