My madam, my poison

Who her?

I've had flowers delivered twice to someone mysterious. I also intend to ask Mr. Amin.

"Sir Amin," called me to my personal driver that afternoon as we were on our way to deliver the ordered goods to the shop of one of my convection customers.

"Yes, what's up, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Ehm ... has Mr. Amin seen recently someone who put flowers on the patio table?" my many.

"No, Ma. It seems that there is no courier or someone who sent any packages to this house. After all, the residents of this house almost never shop online."

"I have twice received delivery of flower bucket without a clear sender. Maybe Mr. Amin saw who sent it."

"Sorry, Mom. I don't know. If I may know, what flowers are being sent to you?" Mr. Amin asked back.

"Yesterday the white rose, this morning the red rose of the heart."

"Her sender must be a mother's secret devotee."

"Confidential inventor?"

"Yes, there's someone who secretly admires Mom, or maybe even likes Mom."

"Ah, where is it possible. I am no longer young. I am a widow with one child. No one admires me."

"Mom don't be wrong. Liking someone is not just looking at his face or his age. He could have admired you for your kindness or sincerity."

"Sir Amin seems to understand so well" I joke.

"It's not what, Mom. Before I married my late wife, I was her secret admirer. Almost every day I send a letter containing a poem that I put in his clothes locker."

"Clothes locker?"

"Yes. We used to work in a textile factory."

I don't know why I'm so interested in hearing Mr. Amin's love story.

"Then, how did Mr. Amin finally marry her?" manya curious.

"Within a month I knew how many letters I had sent him. Until one day he caught me putting the love letter in his clothes locker."

"Continue?"

"Why do you want to know or want to know?"

"Ah, Mr. Amin this. I'm really curious about the continuation."

"He was angry at first. But, …"

"But what, sir? Mr. Amin likes to make me curious."

"I didn't expect that he had been watching me for long enough either."

"Continue?"

"Yes that."

"What's how?"

"He challenged me to meet his parents. At first I was scared, but I was even more afraid that he was taken away. Finally I ventured to meet his parents."

"Then?"

"They won't let me date her son."

"Yes .. that's it."

"They didn't let us date, but asked us to get married."

"Sweet love story. Not like my love story."

"Loh .. uh .. sorry, Mom. I don't mean to make Mom sad. Yeah, we talked about that funny thing just let me laugh."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Indeed my love story is bitter, sir."

"Mom must remember Gibran. I also feel like I lost him. He's a nice and fun guy. But maybe God loves him more."

"Yaa .. kok I cry. Sorry, Mom." Mr. Amin took some tissue sheets that were on the dashboard of the car and gave them to me.

"Even though I am sincere, sometimes I am still sad if I suddenly remember him."

"I understand how Mom feels. Losing someone we love is painful. I felt it when my late wife left me struggling to give birth to our first child."

Now it's Mr. Amin's eyes glazed over.

"Loh, Sir. This where is it? We're going to Orchid Street, aren't we? How we got to the Flamboyant Road" I said.

"Mother, I kept talking. So late."

Arriving at the customer's shop.

"Sorry, Mom, it's a little late. We missed it."

"Why did it go too far? You come here a lot, don't you?"

"Anu Ma'am .. I lack focus." Mr. Amin chimed in.

"No problem, Mom. Mother's convection products are very liked by customers. In addition to the material is good, the stitching is neat, the price is competitive. Even if it is too late, they will wait faithfully. I Guarantee that Bu Zura's convection customer who escaped to the new convection will definitely regret and return to Mother's convection," said my customer.

"Rezeki is set up, ma'am. They have the right to choose where they will subscribe to" I said.

"Mommy's order is all I put in the store" said Mr. Amin.

"thank you. The rest of the payment will be transferred today, yes, ma'am," he said.

I nodded in understanding.

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

Me and Mr. Amin then left the place and returned to my home.

I was just sitting on the front bench of my car when suddenly my phone rang. Apparently it was Mr. Willy who called me.

[Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, sir]

[Wa'alaikum. What's up, sir."

[Ehm .. before I apologize for once stopping being a customer in Mother's convection and choosing to move to another convection. From today I will return to be a customer at Mother's Convection]

[Alhamdulillah]

[What today can I send 100 pcs of clothes to my store?]

[God willing can. But now I'm outside. Maybe the delivery will be after lunch. How, Sir?]

[No problem, Mom. That's all I want to say. Thank you]

[Okay, God willing my order will be sent no later than this afternoon]

[Good, Mom. Thank ye. Assalamu'alaikum]

- Interrupted calls

"Who's calling, Mom?" ask Mr. Amin.

"Sir Willy."

"He hasn't taken clothes from Mom's convection in a long time."

"That's exactly it, sir. He called because he wanted to re-subscribe to my convection."

"Oh, good then."

"Yes, Sir. Alhamdulillahot. Mr. Willy asked for 100 pieces of clothing today.

"Yes, we go home now and we send directly," said Mr. Amin excitedly.

"No need to hurry, sir. We'll send the goods after lunch, ' I said. Mr. Amin nodded in understanding.

We arrived home when Adzan Dzuhur reverberated. I was surprised to find a white car parked in the yard. It's not Darren's car. Whose car is this?

"I went back first yes, Mom," said Mr. Amin shortly after getting out of my car.

"Yes, Sir. Later after the Dzuhur prayer and lunch you go to the production."

"Good, Mom."

I stepped inside the house. Of course I wonder who's visiting my house this afternoon.

"Assalamu'alaikum," I said while cooking the living room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said several people from the room in unison.

"It's a lot of my house this afternoon" I murmured.

There I saw Lyra, mother, bi Ami. Wait, who are those three guys?"

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