My madam, my poison
A hope
POV Author
"Who was that guy who Zura was with, Budhe?" rizal asked Murni's mother shortly after Azzura and Keenan left his house.
"Oh, it was Zura that the man was his friend. But according to Budhe they fit into a couple. One is handsome, one is beautiful. Just be compatible."
"What is compatible? I think that guy is normal. She doesn't deserve to go along with Zura."
"Why are you? I don't seem to like that guy. Do you know him?"
"Ehm .. don't know, Budhe. I don't think they fit in well."
"Yes, now help budhe move the sofa forward for guest seating who want to do'a together here" said Mrs Murni. Rizal nodded in understanding.
****
Meanwhile, at Fabian's house.
"Why are you, coming home from the store his face was bent so?" reprimand Fabian as Maureen crosses the living room.
"I don't sell. Buyers say my cakes are bitter, fishy, expensive, they have many mouths."
"So, just want to give up?"
"Mas does not frown. I've been out in the shop all day, but the buyer ran away after tasting my cake."
"Maybe you need to learn how to make more cookies before selling them. If Zura does have talent, so it does not have to be a course he can make cakes and shops are invaded by many buyers" Fabian said.
"Just flatter your ex-wife. He is more everything than me!"
"If you can't make a cake already, don't force yourself to sell. Waste of time and effort." Bu Kinanti who had just appeared in the room chimed in.
"Shut up, don't interfere. By the way, it's so rich that it's smart to make cakes" Maureen grumbled.
"That's how your wife is, never willing to accept anyone else's input. How does he want to succeed? You should have learned a lot from your sister."
"Zura again .. Zura again. You guys really piss me off!" Maureen moved out of the room and went into her room.
"Bians .. Bian. Got a wife so very."
"Maureen again upset because the cake does not sell, Mother even added things."
"The wife of the model is so behind. If you're so you've been throwing away for a long time."
"Easy, Mom. I'm tired, don't argue with me." Fabian just wavers from in front of the mother and follows Maureen into the room.
"I don't want to lose to Zura. My cake shop must be crowded!"
"But how? Your cake doesn't like buyers,"
"I have an idea." Maureen brought her face closer and whispered something in Fabian's ear.
"If I use it that way, it'll be my sweet-selling cake shop."
"That's true too, but, …"
"Support what's so hard?!"
"Yes .. yes. I support you."
"Thank you, dear." Maureen landed a gentle kiss on Fabian's cheek.
"I'm gonna take a shower first."
"Me too, my body feels sticky. It's been hot all day."
"Yes, we take a bath together."
Maureen resigned when Fabian carried her body and took her to the bathroom.
*****
The Keenan house.
"Why have you been so long, Ken? Could fail a surprise event for your father if he comes home first from you," said the mother, Anita.
Keenan then placed the birthday cake he had bought on the table.
"It's so good the cake. Where did you buy it?"
"In the LYRA cake shop."
"wait. The name of the bakery is similar to the name of his son Zura."
"Yes, the owner of the shop was indeed Azzura."
"He opened a cake shop too?"
"Yes, I just found out. I'm a little late because I helped her deliver a cake for one of the buyers."
"What's the order?"
"Lumayan, 50 boxes of baked sponge cake. I know, Zura gave this cake for free."
"really? Zura is so good. Honey, God didn't predestine him to be part of our family."
Suddenly, the face of the mother turned sad.
"Already, don't discuss something that makes you sad."
"Zura's cake must be delicious. I can't wait to taste it." Anita tries to touch the tart on the table but Keenan stops her.
"What is this mother? He said he wanted to surprise Dad. Why would you want to eat the cake first?" his protest.
"Slightly. I'm curious about the taste of the cake."
"can't. Later when Dad comes home. Mbok!mbok!" yells.
Mbok Marni who was in the kitchen was rushing to the living room."
"What's up, Mom?"
"This cake is for dad. Please put it in the refrigerator. If you're here, you'll be eaten by mom."
"Ah you. I just want to taste it."
"Where is everyone? Darling ... Ken ... mbok ..." call him home.
There is no lawfulness.
Yudha moved her feet towards the dining room. The room was just as dark.
"God. Did Anita forget to charge the electricity token in this house?" muttered.
"Suprise!"
The man in the side was jolted in shock when suddenly the lights in the room lit up. Anita was standing right in front of him with a cherry-faced tart and a 55-figure candle on it. While Keenan and mbok Marni stood flanking him.
"Happy birthday, dear?"
"A-a-pa? Am I having a birthday today?"
"See this Mr. Yudha. Because of his busy life, he forgot his own birthday" said his wife, Anita.
"For whatever reason, I completely forgot."
"Yes, now I close my eyes, make a wish" Keenan said.
"It really should be?"
"No need to protest, the candle runs out" said Anita.
Yudha closed her eyes. After a while, he started blowing candles on the cake.
"It's a gift for Dad" Keenan said as he thrust a rectangular box at his biological father.
"What's this?" tanyakanya.
"Just open it."
Highlight the middle-aged man's eyes sparkled as he looked at the contents of the box. Keenan apparently gave her a birthday gift in the form of a fishing rod.
"Ah, I've wanted this stuff for a long time. But I didn't have time to go to the store to buy it. Thank you, Ken." Yudha held her son's body in her arms.
"Mother has also prepared a gift for me, right?" ask Keenan.
"Ehm .. definitely dong."
Anita then thrust a square-shaped box on the man who had married her for more than 30 years.
Smile expands on his lips when he sees the contents in the box is a pair of silver jogging shoes that have also been his target for quite a long time.
"Thank you, dear," he said, landing a gentle kiss on Anita's forehead.
"Sorry, Sir. I don't have a gift. Madam and mas Keenan did not rhyme anyway," said mbok Darmi.
"It's okay, Mbok. All this time Mbok has worked well in this house alone is enough. But ... This year there is less. It's the first time I've celebrated a birthday without Gibran" Yudha said.
"You don't make me sad, honey. I'm sure Gibran is in this room to celebrate your birthday" Anita said.
"Hopefully. Oh yeah, this cake is your own?" yudha asked Anita.
"Of course .. no." Anita chuckles.
"Ah, you. I also doubt that you can make a cake this beautiful." Replacement Yudha chuckles.
"Do you want to know who made this cake?" ask Keenan.
"Who, Ken?"
"Azzura."
"Really?"
"Yes, it's free again."
"Loh, how's the story about him making a birthday cake for dad? Did you tell her it was my dad's birthday?"
"I was going to buy a cake at a cake shop, it turned out Zura was the owner."
"So, he's got a cake business too?"
"Yes, but it hasn't been so long."
"If you keep talking, when will this cake be cut?" anita protests.
"Let's just say I can't wait to taste the cake" Keenan said.
"Yes, I was very curious about the cake. If it tastes delicious, I'll be able to order it if mom's birthday later."
"Let's not fuss anymore, let's cut the cake here." Mbok Marni took the knife and cut the cake.
"Zura's artificial cake is delicious. Anyway from now on I will often buy cake," Anita said shortly after enjoying a piece of the cake.
"Don't be too late, your cholesterol will go up, so it's a problem again" Yudha protested, causing their laughter to explode.
*****
"Darling, I can tell 'no, what did you do before you blew the candle?" anita asked as she and Yudha went to sleep.
"Do'a for the good of our family."
"Yes, I know. Can't you explain it in more detail?" urged Anita.
Yudha commented a smile.
"I want Keenan to have a wife as good as Azzura" he replied.
"Amen. It was also my hope" Anita said.
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