My madam, my poison

Is it wrong to suspect?

What box is this? Why would Fabian put it here? What is he really hiding from me?

In order to answer my curiosity, I also took a box that was no larger than the shoe box, then a dust dust mop that stuck to the surface of the lid of the box. Surely this box has been 'hiding' long enough under the closet. Is there anything I'm forbidden from knowing until Fabian hid it from me?

My heart was beating faster as I began to see the contents inside. There are several sheets of Fabian mas photo with a red background, as well as a receipt. Waitaminute! What receipts should Fabian hide from me? All this time I was the one managing our household finances. From the receipt of the purchase of washing machines, foam mattresses, even some other household furniture, I am the one who keeps it. So, what did Fabian buy without my knowledge?

"Oek.uk…"

I quickly closed the green box again when I suddenly heard Lyra cry. My little princess must have been thirsty after waking up from her nap. I also picked it up and suckled it. After he fell asleep again, my attention was again on the green box. 

I slowly got out of my bed so as not to wake Lyra up.

"Tin!" 

My phone rang a short ring indicating a message coming in on the conversation app. Apparently the message came from a new number I didn't know.

[From: +6281289xxxxxxxx]

[Assalamu'alaikum]

I clicked the profile picture of the owner of that number. 

Ah, it turns out that he's Fatimah. I just remembered that I was in the hospital when I had time to record my number on his phone.

I opened my bedroom door as slow as I could and closed it again. I didn't return a message from Fatimah but called her. 

[Assalamu'alaikum, Van. uh Fatimah].

[Wa'alaikumsalam, Ra. Have you reached home?]

[Alhamdulillah. I just put Lyra to bed]

[There's something I want to ask you. It's about Darren. Is it true that Darren is your older brother?]

[Yes. Even though it has been more than ten years of not meeting, I cannot possibly mistakenly recognize my own biological brother]

[Why doesn't Darren recognize you as his sister? He even said he doesn't know you]

[I was also confused as to why Brother Darren was acting that way to me]

Suddenly the call was cut off.

[Hello.Fatimah..Hello.].

I called back Fatimah but somehow she refused my call. Maybe Fatimah hastily turned off the phone from me because there was a Darren mas.

Darren Prasetyo is his full name. His face and stature descended upon our late biological father, Bimantara Prasetyo. The color of the skin also tends to be mature sapodilla. Different from me and my older sister, Maureen. We both went down to the mother who had yellow skin. The mother herself is not of Javanese descent. He was born to our grandfather who is of Minang blood and grandmother who is of Chinese descent. This is what might make our skin color yellow.

Our mother, Amira. When she was young, she was a famous model. While our late father was a home convection businessman. Somehow the story of the mother can fall in love with a father whose age is quite far from him. 

After the father and mother were married, Darren was born in the first year of their marriage, followed by Maureen's brother four years later. When Darren celebrated his eighth birthday, that day I was born into the world. Mom once told me that I was born a month earlier than the estimated day of labor.

"Sister Darren, why won't you admit me as your real sister? Did I have a mistake with you?" shirihku.

I put my phone on the table and I intend to check the receipt of whether I found it in the green box.

I left the living room and went back into my room. I took the box, then I observed the receipt that I had not known the contents. My eyes were wide open as I read the contents of the receipt.

Received from: Mr. Fabians

Money of : Five million rupiah

For down payment on home ownership credit.

Whose house did Fabian buy? Hasn't the house we've occupied been paid off a year ago?

Seriate…

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