My madam, my poison

It's ingrained in the flesh

"Stop for a moment, sir," I said to Mr. Amin.

"Where are you going?" ask him when I push my car door handle.

"Sir Amin wait here for a moment. I'm gonna go to that store."

I got out of my car and went to the new cake shop.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said to a woman at the cashier's desk."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Happy da-... The zura? You?"

I watched the woman's appearance. Yes, she is my older sister, Maureen. But wait! Loh, where's the hijab? Why did he leave the house without wearing a head covering?

"Sister Maureen? Why didn't you wear a hijab?" my many.

"Lately my hair has been falling out. Must be because it's often hot."

"I've worn the hijab for so long, but I never once had that complaint. It is possible that your hair may fall out due to the wrong shampoo. You know, I was so happy when you said you wanted to learn hijab. Why did you leave him now?"

"There's no point in talking about unimportant things. Just tell me what you mean come to this store."

"I just happened to pass by. I want to shop for ingredients in the supermarket. I saw this cake signboard MAUREEN CAKE turned out to be true, this is Brother's cake shop," I explained.

"What if this cake shop is mine? You want to ban?"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Of course not. I'm so glad you're opening a new business."

"Outside of that. Surely your heart says you don't like me opening this store because it feels rivaled. That's right?"

"Why should I feel like I'm competing? The sustenance is rooted and cannot be exchanged."

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly a motorcycle stopped right in front of the store. Two girls of Fina's age were seen getting off the matic motorcycle and into the store. Maureen excitedly welcomed their arrival.

"Welcome to Maureen Cake. Please choose which cake you want to buy. Since this cake shop is still new, I give promotional prices," said Maureen.

"I'm a fan of cakes, so every time I have a new store I stop by" one of the girls said.

"Oh yeah, this is the tester, isn't it, Mom?" ask the other girl while pointing at the tray containing pieces of cake that are in the storefront.

"Yes, right. You can try it for free."

"Okay, I'll try first."

The pink-clad girl grabbed a piece of brownie from the window and put it in her mouth.

"Where, good?" ask the girl in yellow.

The girl in pink clothes shook her head.

"Sorry, Mom. The brownies are bitter. Looks like I'm using too much chocolate" she said.

Out of curiosity, the girl in yellow dress also tried the brownie cake. And the answer is the same.

"The cake is bitter, the smell is also a little fishy. I learned to make the right cake before opening the cake shop."

"Brakkk! Maureen's sister kicked the table.

"What do you mean, huh?! I paid a lot to take a cake course. Of course my cake is much classier than the one that sells cakes only from self-taught," he said, glancing cynically at me.

"God. Being given input even rampaged. Mom's still sane, isn't she? We buy with money. If the cake is destroyed like this who's gonna buy it?" said the girl in pink.

"Allah. Just tell me you don't have any money, so look for excuses."

From Maureen's sister, their views turned to me.

"Oh yeah, isn't Mom the owner of that cake shop over there? What is the name .. LYRA cake?"

"Yes, Mother. I'm the owner of LYRA's cake shop."

"We just buy cake there yuk, the cake there is delicious, cheap again. If we buy a cake here can be later close friends on diarrhea," said the girl in yellow.

"Yes already, go there! Early in the morning, I was upset!" sentak Maureen.

"Eh, Mum. I tell you yes, if the buyer sams do not be fierce. They'll be scared and come back here again."

"Have gone there! Not most mouths!"

"Oh yes, Mom. Mom's shop has brownies, right?" ask the girl in pink.

I nodded my head in response.

"Well, we'll go there, yuk. Excuse me, you are fierce" said the girl in yellow.

"Go quickly!" expel brother Maureen.

Both girls left the store.

"Don't be rude to buyers, brother. They are kings, after all" I said.

"You're the same, from earlier the lecture continues, making my head want to break."

"If there is input or advice from buyers, make it to fix the cake made by Brother. The bitter taste in brownies can be caused by using too much chocolate or developer ingredients."

"I've paid a lot for baking. Maybe their tongues are the only ones with problems" Maureen said.

"Yes, I'm going first. Poor Mr. Amin if you wait too late," I said.

"Who wants you to linger in this store."

I shook my head in amazement at the attitude of my biological brother. Is his hatred for me ingrained?

"I'll say goodbye, Assalamu'alaikum."

I left the store and got back in my car.

"Do you know the shop owner?" asked Mr. Amin shortly after I sat down beside the steering wheel.

"Yes, the shop belongs to my sister, Maureen's sister."

"Maureen's Mother .. Maureen. So people are hot-hearted so. Mom opens the convection, her husband opens it. Mom opens a cake shop, uh. People are not very creative. I am sure the purpose of Maureen opening a cake shop would like to rival Mother's cake shop" said Mr. Amin.

"Yes, let it go, sir. Everyone has the right to move forward and grow. Brother Maureen to be willing to take a course in baking, surely he really wants to open a cake shop."

"Mom Azzura and Maureen are sisters, but I'm surprised, your nature is so different. Ms. Azzura is kind and angelic-hearted, while Maureen is envious, spiteful and vindictive" said Mr. Amin who only responded with a faint smile on his lips.

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