My madam, my poison

Just friend?

That morning, Amin and I were ready to deliver the order clothes to the customer's shop.

"It's all ready, ma'am," said Handoko, who helped me get the items into the car. Today Seto is not allowed to go to work because he has to take care of his marriage requirements.

"Well, thank you, Han. Oh yeah, your face looks so moody. Is there a problem?"

"I'm dizzy again, Mom. For three days my wife went home to her parents. Dai said he wouldn't come back if I hadn't bought him the diamond ring that his schoolmate had offered him."

"I think your wife has changed."

"Change what? His behavior is becoming more and more. I don't think I can take it anymore. As long as we were married she never appreciated me. If the desire is not varied, the salary of this convection must be more than enough. He was influenced by the lifestyle of his friends who are socialite pompous," said Handoko.

"The key to household harmony, one of which is mutual respect. That is also your household business. I have no right to interfere too deeply. But you can ask your wife if she still wants to defend your household or not. As his priest you must be firm," I said.

"Good, Mom. Thanks for the advice. Maybe all this time I was less assertive so he always trampled me," said Handoko.

"Yes, I'm going first."

"Be careful, Ma'am .. Mr. Amin."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

I also got into my car.

"Oh yes, Mom. What makes Mr Willy re-subscribe to Mom's convection?" asked Mr. Amin as we were on our way to the store of one of my convex customers.

"Come, Sir. Allah is the One who turns over the hearts of men. Oh yeah, after dropping off this order shirt, we go straight to the cake shop. Today someone ordered 50 boxes of cookies. I'm afraid Ana is overwhelmed working on the order herself."

"Good, Mom."

By lunchtime we had finished delivering the customer's order shirt. We headed straight to my cake shop.

"Sir Amin just pick up Lyra first, later if the cake order is ready, I call Mr. Amin" I said.

My personal driver nodded in understanding. He drove my car back to Lyra school.

"How, Na? You hassles?" I asked Ana who was busy making cake dough in the kitchen.

"Lumayan, Ma. Got 20 boxes of cake."

"I'm sorry I haven't found a friend for you yet."

"It's okay, Mom. After all, it's not every day to get orders in such large quantities."

"I'll help you get done quickly."

I took an apron and put it on my body.

"I salute Mom. Even though he was the boss, I did not hesitate to intervene directly into the kitchen," said Ana.

"You're exaggerating. My time left my employees hassles alone in the kitchen. Bismillah, hopefully all orders can be completed on time."

After a long time struggling in the kitchen, the end of the cake order Bu Murni finished right at five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Thank God, it's finally over" I said.

"Ehm. Can I go home now? I had to bathe my grandfather immediately" Ana said.

"Oh, can. You can also go home now, Rin. For the delivery of this cake to be my business and Mr. Amin," I said.

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

Both of my employees left the store.

I was just about to call Mr. Amin. When all of a sudden a black car I knew stopped right in front of my cake shop.

"Keenan?"

"Permi-..Well, Zura? What are you doing here? You bought cake too?" tanyakanya.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"This cake shop is mine."

"Oh yeah? How fortuitous. I want to buy a birthday cake."

"Who's the birthday?"

"Dad."

"Please choose any cake. I gave it to your father for free" I said, taking Keenan to the storefront I used to store cookies.

"Where can it be. It's dad's birthday. I gave her a free cake."

"Let's just say, how about I change the cake when you have a birthday."

"My birthday is seven months away." I chuckle.

"Ehm .. If it's Lyra's birthday?"

"It just so happens that the end of this month is exactly eight years old.

"Well, I'll buy him a birthday cake later, but you don't tell him anything" Keenan said. I nodded my head while smiling.

"The cherry-decorated cake seems like a good fit for dad" Keenan said.

"All right."

I took the cake from the storefront and put it in a box of cookies.

"You're the one who's keeping this shop?" ask Keenan.

"I have two employees, they came home a while ago."

"Oh, I think you're keeping this shop by yourself."

Suddenly his gaze was fixed on the pile of cookie boxes that were on the table.

"Where are the cookies going to be taken?" tanyakanya.

"Oh, that cake is Pure Bu's order. My neighbor in my old residence. Ah, I forgot to call Mr. Amin. This order should get there soon before the Maghrib."

I took my phone and called Mr. Amin.

"Rather than waiting for Mr. Amin, what if I'm the one who delivered the cookies?"

"Later troublesome."

"You said so like with anyone. Even though you failed to marry Gibran, you've been treated like my own family."

I was silent for a moment, and thought.

"yes too. If Keenan were to deliver these cakes, it would be faster to arrive" I murmured.

"Yes, I sent a message first to Mr. Amin. I'm afraid he'll come here" I said.

After putting the cakes in Keenan's car, we rushed to the house of Murni.

"Alhamdulillah, my order was completed before Maghrib" said Mrs Murni who greeted us on the porch of her home.

"Alhamdulillah, ma'am."

"Oh yeah, who is this? He's not your driver, is he?" ask Murni.

"Oh, no, Mom. He-he's my friend."

"Where could this handsome man be a driver. I think this Mas is more suitable to be your partner," said Murni who suddenly made me wrong.

"Ah, this Pure Ma'am could have been," I said.

"Zal! Rizal's! Help me pick up the cake from the car and bring it into the house!" yell Mommy Pure.

"Yes, Budhe" said the young man from his room.

Not long after Rizal appeared on the terrace. Whether true or just my feelings, Fina's college comrade looked so nervous in front of me. He didn't even dare look at me.

"That Rizal seems to be liking someone," said Murni shortly after Gibran and Rizal passed from before us.

"Why did Pure Ma'am say that?"

"I've twice found the purchase of a bouquet of flowers. The first fell out of his pants pocket, and the second in the trash can in his room."

Waitaminute! A bouquet of flowers? Is it true that Rizal has been sending me that bouquet of flowers? If he is ... what is the reason? Could the young man admire me?

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