My madam, my poison

Just coincidental?

After a long day of walking in the tea garden and zoo, we decided to go home.

"From now on you just shut up. Is there something that's bothering you?" ask Keenan.

"Ehm .. I think about the prediction of the grandfather of the knitting bag seller."

Keenan smiled faintly.

"Don't believe too much in the prophecy, the fall of the musical" he said.

"It's not. I used to meet with him and had time to predict if I would never experience failure in a relationship. The prophecy is true. Me and Gibran failed to marry because they were separated from death."

"Maybe it was just a coincidence. Did he tell you again?"

"Yes. He said if Gibran's replacement was so de-..."

Keenan stopped his car when the traffic light was red. Suddenly he looked out of the car.

"Isn't that your ex-husband?" Keenan pointed his index finger at a motorcyclist who was having a friendly conversation with a woman.

I looked up at the motorbike matic. Despite wearing a helmet, I knew the man's posture well. It's true he's Fabian. But, wait! Who is that girl? I'm sure he's not Maureen's brother. Is Fabian cheating on the back of Maureen's sister?

I want to know who the woman with whom he is. But unfortunately the car I was riding was blocked by another vehicle. Within seconds, the red light had changed to green. I was thinking about where they were going. But I broke my intention. I have no right to interfere in their household affairs. Not necessarily Maureen's sister believes if I see her husband flocking with other women.

"Oh yeah, is your store open?" tanya Keenan who suddenly makes my daydreams scatter.

"Sorry, every Sunday my shop is closed. Both of my employees also need a break, right?"

"Dearly enough. Before leaving, I was ready to buy you a brownie in your store."

"Tomorrow I'll make you a special cake for your mother. I'll drive him straight to your house. Itung-itung as a substitute for your mother's cake order at that time."

"Yes, I hope you will be patient waiting until tomorrow not to use a snack."

"Rather than your mom snooping, what if you bought a cake at another store?"

"So, how?"

"It's okay, I'll persuade him."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my house. I hurried to wake up Lyra who had been sleeping on my lap. But he looked lazy to open his eyes.

"It's okay, let me carry her into the house. Looks like he's exhausted." Keenan lifted Lyra's body and took her into the house to her room.

"Thank you" I said.

"For what?"

"Because today has made Lyra happy."

Keenan repeated a faint smile.

"I should be thanking you. Because of you I can escape my fear of heights."

"If it wasn't for your strong desire to escape the phobia, you wouldn't be able to fight it. You're great," I said.

"You're better."

The mood was silent for a moment. Seconds later our pair of neutrals were roaring. Damnit damnit! Why is my heart suddenly beating like this?

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