My madam, my poison

I must rise!

"I must rise! I can't keep this up! Up there Gibran would not like to see me slump like this!" I gave myself the strength not to be constantly slumped in grief.

Yes, life must go on. There's still a lot to think about, especially for my daughter's future, Lyra.

"Mother take me, yes" I said to the mother who was going to the production room at the time.

"Where?"

"God willing, I'll open a cake shop."

"Well, so dong! This is only Azzura, a mother's daughter who is full of optimism and enthusiasm," said the mother. I could see the twinkle in his eyes.

"We're leaving now?" ask mother.

I nodded my head in response.

We then approached my car that had been prepared by Mr. Amin in my yard.

"It's good before we go to the bakery, we stop by Gibran's house."

If I used to hear that name my heart was beating fast, now it was just sadness that suddenly came to me.

"How, Son? If you still have a hard time meeting his family, we'll be there next time."

I took a breath before giving an answer.

"We're going to his house, ma'am, God willing I'm ready."

15 Minutes later we arrived at the three-story house. The atmosphere was quite quiet even though the white flag was still attached to the gate of the house.

The crying mbok Marni, the housekeeper in the Gibran family, broke as she saw me standing before her. I let it go as the middle-aged woman sobbed on my shoulder.

"Mas Gibran. Mas Gibran."

If only Miss Marni knew my feelings were more broken than hers. I am still trying to entertain him.

"Gibran has calmed down on his Rabb's side, Mbok," I said, wiping his shoulder.

"Oh yeah, where's Anita's mom? my question was just after Marni's mbok loosened her embrace.

"Since Gibran's death, Lady Anita has kept herself locked up in her room, Ma'am."

"Can you take me to his room?" my many.

"Come, Ma'am."

Mbok Marni lets mom sit in the living room while I follow her into Anita's room on the 3rd floor.

"Mom, it's me, Azzura" I said from the front of the room door.

"Lake in."

Seen in front of me the woman who almost became my mother-in-law was sitting languidly on her bed while hugging the picture frame Gibran. The look of his face was gloomy, his eyes were swollen, his appearance was disheveled. I think it's been a couple of days that his time has been spent in his room alone.

"Mom" I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Anita ma'am didn't respond to me. He still frames the picture of his eldest son.

"Mommy's hair is a mess, I trim it, yes," I said. Bu Anita nodded slowly and I took it as an agreed answer.

I took a comb from her dresser and began to trim her long hair down to the tailbone.

"Usually Mom's hair is shiny and fragrant. Is it comfortable with this tangled and messy hair" I said.

"Gibran ... Why are you leaving so soon, son," he lamented.

"When will you keep this up? Gibran wouldn't like to see you like this" I said, clasping his hands together.

"Gibran ... Gibran .. hu .. hu ..." The cry suddenly broke.

"From yesterday mother kept this up. Let alone taking care of himself, he left his stomach empty" said Keenan, Gibran's younger brother who had just entered the room.

"Just like Mom, Gibran's departure was such a heavy blow to me. I also had a bad time, but in the end I realized, there is no point in constantly lamenting his departure. Mate and death are the absolute rights of God that no one can disturb. Gibran wouldn't like it if we were constantly bemoaning his disappearance" I said.

I took a piece of tissue to remove the clear circle, then I gently stared at the pair of neutrals.

"Ikhlas is he, God willing, he will be at peace with his Lord" I said.

"Thank you, son. You've made me a lot calmer."

"Oh yeah, how about today we visit his grave? Yesterday, Mom definitely didn't come to her funeral, did she?"

"Yes, Son. I certainly wouldn't have been able to see his body put in a burrow."

"Nhc .. Ken. You don't mind taking your mother to the tomb? It's nothing, after the grave I plan to head to the bakery."

"Baking shop?"

"Yes, God willing, I'll start a cake shop. In addition to channeling hobbies I can also develop my business wings," he explained.

"I salute you with your spirit" praised Keenan who I responded with a faint smile on his lips.

"Mother's hair is tidy now, I'm waiting for Mom in the living room" I said.

Anita nodded in understanding.

"How's Anita's mom doing, son?" ask mom when I get in the living room.

"Alhamdulillah, the situation is much calmer. Ms. Anita also wants to come to Gibran's tomb with us."

Moments later Keenan and Bu Anita appear together in the living room.

"Oh, there was Sabrina's mother also turned out," said Anita's mother.

"Yes, Mom, Zura asked me to accompany her to the cake shop."

"so yeah. Please drink the tea."

After drinking the tea prepared by mbok Marni we left the living room and the keys to my car parked in the yard.

I was just pulling the car door handle when suddenly a taxi stopped right in front of this house. Not long after the taxi door opened. Two girls dressed in white came out of the taxi. After looking at them from a close distance, I recognized one of the two. No doubt, that shoulder-haired girl was the girl who appeared on my phone screen while I was making a video call with Gibran. The girl was an employee who worked at Gibran's clothing store.

"Assalamualaikum, Ms. Zura," said the girl.

"Waalaikumsalam" he said.

"Who are you?" ask Anita Ma'am.

"Ehm .. introduce, we are employees at the clothing store owned by the late Mr. Gibran. I'm Vivi, and this is my friend, Mia."

"Because you're my son died!" the sudden jolt of Anita bu made the faces of the two girls frightened.

"Ma-ma-af, Mom. We I didn't mean, …"

"If you don't yell and panic, the robber won't hurt my son. Gibran must be alive. You should have been reported to the police because you made my son lose his life!"

"Sorry, Mom. The purpose of our arrival here is to express our condolences" said one employee with a downcast face.

"We don't need any condolences from you! Now also leave this place before I report to the police if you're the cause of my son's death!"

"Patience, ma'am, don't be so rude. They just want to express their condolences for Gibran's departure" Keenan said.

"Go you! Never again dare to set foot in this place!" get rid of Anita's mom.

"Then we'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum."

The two girls left Gibran's home.

"Having known they were the ones who caused Gibran's death, they still had a face to meet us" Anita grumbled.

"That's it, ma'am, there's no point getting so angry. I'm sure the employee's screams were just spontaneous because they wanted to save the store money from the robber" Gibran said.

"Push those who cause the robber to panic and fire his firearm."

"Have we gone to the tomb or not?"

ask Gibran while opening the car door for Anita's mom.

"Just look if you see them again!"

"If you keep swearing like that, I don't want to take you to Gibran's grave" Keenan said, half-threatening.

"Yes, it's quiet."

Gibran got into his car and started driving him to a public cemetery. While I ask Mr. Amin to follow behind his car.

I braced myself when I was near the navel of the man who was close to becoming my future priest. But I'm not that strong. This clear circle suddenly flowed profusely from my eyes.

"Patience, son," said Mother as she gently rubbed my shoulders.

"May you calm down there, Gibran. Thank you for everything thank you for being present in my life" I said.

Which mother does not break her heart when she loses her baby. My mind was also sliced with pain when I saw Anita's mother hugging Gibran's tombstone I cried roaring. Keenan who was standing right next to her kept trying to calm her down.

"Here you go, Mom, don't cry anymore. Better now we send a do'a to Gibran so that he is given the path of light" Keenan said.

Keenan then led the do'a, while we agreed.

"Come on, ma'am, let's go home" said Keenan.

"Mom won't come home, I'll accompany Gibran here."

"Come on Ma'am, don't be like a kid. Gibran doesn't like to see you like this."

"Mother will accompany Gibran."

"Istighfar, Mom. Gibran and our nature are different" Keenan said.

"Then let mom catch up with him."

"Mother! Enough's enough!" sentak Keenan's.

"Don't be too rude to your mother, she's just being hit, she's still not used to Gibran's departure" I said.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim …

astaghfirullahaladzim .. forgive me, ma'am." Keenan grabbed the mother's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"We're going home now, Mom. Tomorrow we come here again." Gibran softened his voice even more.

"Yes, Mom. Ms. Anita can visit Gibran's grave whenever you want" Mother chimed in.

"Yes, we're home now. Mom's stomach feels really hungry."

"How can you not be hungry if from yesterday you did not fill your stomach at all. What do you want to eat? We're looking now."

"Mom wants to eat at home."

"alright. Sorry we went home first" Keenan said, holding his mother's hand and taking her to his car near the entrance to a public funeral. After Keenan's car left the public cemetery, my car followed to the cake shop.

I did not expect that in the store that sells cake ingredients and at the same time the equipment, we were met with Bu Kinanti.

"Duh, the newlyweds. It should be his shopping with his husband, even with his mother" he said.

"It's not Mom's business!" ketus.

"Now it's nyolot anyway. I'll talk as is. The newlyweds should go alone with their partner instead of going with their mother."

"Zura, let's go to another store, son. I'm lazy to shop here" said the mother, holding my hand and taking me out of the store.

"Hufa! Why should I be reunited with that annoying woman. If you answer the question, she'll laugh if she finds out Gibran died the day before your wedding. That's why I'm taking you quickly to leave."

"Yes, Mom, I get it. Now ma'am

Kinanti has really changed. I hardly recognize him anymore" I said.

"The richness of his son's death money alone is as arrogant as the sky. See, someday his business will definitely go bankrupt!"

"It's not good to say that, ma'am. It should be a good prayer to get that prayer back to us" I said.

"You're telling mom to pray for those who are well? Sorry are! That's never gonna happen."

Moments later, Mr. Amin stopped my car in front of a store that also sold cakes and supplies. Mom and I got out of my car and went into the store.

In addition to selling cake making materials and equipment, the store also sells a variety of wet cakes such as sponge cakes, brownies and birthday cakes.

"It looks like you need to try one of the types that is sold in this store, son. So you know why this cake shop cake is so crowded with buyers," said the mother. I nodded in understanding.

"Of the dozens of types of cakes that are in the storefront of my choice fell on a sponge cake studded with almond chocolate. Judging from the color alone is so appetizing.

Among the many visitors who were in the room, my attention was on a boy of Lyra's age who was having trouble picking up a wet cake from the window that was slightly higher than his head.

"Do you need help, honey?" my many.

"Yes, Mom, I want a donut cake with colorful meises" he said, pointing to the container with a round cake with a hole in the middle.

"Well, how many seeds do you want?" my many.

"Dad said buy 3 seeds."

"Oh, are you alone?" ask again.

"No, Ma. I'm with dad. I'm buying drinks over there."

"You're not with your mother?"

"No, Ma. My mother passed away a month ago because she was sick."

"Innalillahi wainnailaihirojiun's search. Sorry I didn't know. Oh yes this is your donut cake. Wait for your father to come, then pay at the cashier over there." I said.

"Thank you."

Suddenly the boy looked at me. I was surprised not to play when our pair of neutrals met.

"You?"

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