My madam, my poison

An excuse

Next morning.

"Aren't you having breakfast, Fin?" I asked when I found my adopted daughter coming out of her room and just staggered past the dining table.

"I'm not hungry" he answered flatly.

"Yes, I'm ready. You will eat at the college" I said.

"no need. I'm not having an appetite."

"You sick? If you get sick, just let your lecturer" I said.

Fina shook her head.

"Yes, drink the milk first. Don't go to college on an empty stomach."

I poured milk into the glass and gave it to Fina. Instead of receiving the glass filled with fresh milk, Fina just brushed it off. What happened next was that the glass fell and splattered on the floor.

"Lyra's done having breakfast?" my many. My little princess nodded her head.

"Bi, please bathe Lyra," I told bi Ami. Of course I don't want Lyra to see our next debate.

"Good, Mom." My house assistant then took Lyra's hand and invited her into her room.

"Your path, Fin! Hurry and apologize to your mother! Kids know they're lucky!" jolt the mother who is now sitting right in front of me.

"I told you, I'm not hungry!" fina resolutely. It passed from before us.

There is no smoke if there is no fire. I'm sure there's an explanation as to why Fina's attitude turned rude and cold to me.

"Fine! Wait!" myrag.

The girl who had been living with me for more than six years stopped her steps.

"Tell me what makes you so rude and cold" I said, looking into his eyes. 

Fina fell silent and lowered her face.

"If you got it wrong, tell me what's wrong. Don't punish your mother in this way" I said.

"I'm late."

Fina tried to regain her legs, but I held her back. I put the body of the girl so dear to me in my arms.

"Mom knows, you must have a reason with your attitude other than usual this," I said.

Fina still refused to speak.

"Lyra said to mom, you cried yesterday morning after throwing a bouquet of flowers in the trash. Is that really so?" I said just after loosening my arms.

"Fina .. I love you as much as I love Lyra. What makes you mad at Mom? The story."

"What do you mean, son?"

"Here you go, I don't have to pretend anymore. You've been secretly in touch with Rizal all this time, haven't you?"

"Rizal's? You mean Rizal your college buddy? How can you accuse me of that? Where could the mother be related to Rizal. Mother is self-conscious, who is Rizal, and who is mother. We can't possibly be in a relationship."

"But Rizal really admired Mom."

"What's? Rizal likes Mom? That's impossible."

"Rizal was the one who sent the bouquet."

"What?! B-but, how do you know?"

"I saw with my own eyes when Rizal put the bouquet on the porch of the house."

"That's impossible" I argued.

"What is impossible? I saw it myself. Despite wearing a hat and mask, I memorized his posture. That man is Rizal. All this time he approached me just because he wanted to know a lot about Mom," said Fina.

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Do you like Rizal?" I asked while gently rubbing his head covered with hijab cloth. Fina nodded slowly.

"Listen, I admire someone. But you need to know, I don't have any feelings for that young man. I even thought of him as my own niece. Maybe he just admires her. Not necessarily with his feelings. Our age is far away. It seems like there's no way she likes mom. He could've approached you because he liked you, '" I said.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Maybe my attitude has hurt Mom. I'm just jealous because I think Rizal likes you better."

"You're a good girl. God will surely meet you with a good man. You understand, don't you mean mom?" my many. Fina nodded in understanding.

"We can't force someone to like or hate us. But with the kindness of your heart, I'm sure you won't have a hard time finding out who the man God has prepared is your soul mate" I said.

"Mother is a wingless angel to me. I'm so lucky to have a mother like you" Fina said.

"Mother was lucky to meet you too. Because you are strong. You always accompany my tough days when I'm down," I said. 

"Mothers. Hu ... hu .. hu.." I just let Fina sob on my shoulder. 

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