My madam, my poison

Misfortune or luck?

"Why are you asking the pedestrian's name?" ask Silvia.

"Th-it-it's okay, I just want to know."

"The words of the pedestrian's father who was accidentally hit by his car were named Amira."

"Am-Am-Amira? Astarghfirullahaldzim aposchich. Did the hit-and-run Amira turn out to be Mr Anthony?" mumbling Fabian.

"Why are you surprised? Do you know that name?" ask Silvia.

"Ti-ti-no. I just, …"

"Dad was angry with me. He'll forgive me if I find the real Amira. Even if he really is dead, my father asked me to bring him to his family or relatives. So, right now we're gonna start the search."

"Why should it be now? Can't it be tomorrow?"

"We know dad, don't we? He doesn't like to delay anything. If he wants to now, yes I have to carry out his orders now" Silvia said.

"How's this? What am I supposed to do? Do I have to say that Amira, who was killed by Mr Anthony's car, was my younger brother? Or am I pretending not to know?" mumbling Fabian.

"Why are you, Bian? It seems you are thinking of something."

"Ehm .. ti-ti-no. I'm just thinking how do we start the search for the pedestrian Mr. Anthony once ran over."

"No need to get dizzy. We can ask the people who live not so far from where the accident happened, right? Among the many citizens there must have been some who knew of that event."

"T-t-but that event has been so long. Maybe people have forgotten. Was there an eyewitness who saw it?"

"Even if we didn't find any footprints, we did. The most important thing is that we've tried."

Fabian had no choice but to agree with Silvia's will. Not necessarily if the Amira mentioned earlier is Amira his late sister. It's just a coincidence that they have the same name.

The first house they came to was the home of a grandfather who lived not far from the Fabian family residence from he was small until after he married Azzura and finally decided to move to a housing estate which he bought through Home Ownership Loans. Let alone remembering the accident, recognizing Fabian was not. A son-in-law who lives with him said that his father-in-law suffered from memory disorders or often known as senile.

The search continues to the next house. However, again Fabian and Silvia did not get any information from the residents of the house. The house had apparently been sold by its old owner and is now occupied by a new owner.

It was evening, but the two had not found where the pedestrian was until Silvia decided to stop the search.

"It looks like we found a dead end. There's nothing we can do but end this search" Fabian said.

"If the two women were still alive, I'm sure they knew about it" Silvia said.

"Oh, we go home now. Your father will be worried" Fabian said. Silvia nodded in agreement.

"You can stop your search for the pedestrian. However, I promise to find out who Amira really meant by your father. If Amira was really my sister, your father would pay a great price for what he did" Fabian murmured inwardly.

Fifteen minutes later, Fabian's Silvia stopped at a small rented house that had been Fabian's home for the past three months.

"Prophey, honey. If we're married later, you don't need to live in this little house anymore. We can live together in a big and luxurious house" Silvia said as she wrestled spoiled on Fabian's shoulder. Suddenly the two meet. However Fabian is a normal male who needs a female caress. I don't know who started it, their two lips have clashed. Whether realized or not, Fabian's hands began to release the buttons of the shirt Silvia was wearing and his fingers nimbly played with the two smooth bumps. Fabian was getting swept away as the little guy down there started thrashing. Silvia who had been thinking about Fabian for so long, of course, liked the wild action. Even he let it go when Fabian's fingers began to feel both thighs overgrown with fine feathers.

Fabian suddenly stopped his action when someone suddenly appeared and banged on the white car glass.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! What have I done?!" Fabian pushed Silvia's body and quickly kept his distance from her.

"Get out you woii!" someone shouted from outside the car.

"Out you! Couple mes*m!" Not only one person, in just a short time the luxury car has been mobbed by so many male-dominated residents.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim! How'this?"

fabian said no less confused

"Out you! Or we'll break the windshield!" threaten one of the citizens.

"Oh, let's just ignore them. Now we leave this place. You can spend the night at my house" Silvia persuaded.

Fabian started to restart the engine but residents tried to block him by standing right in front of the car.

"Say!" People who are in anger seem to be losing control. He took a large enough stone and smashed it in the side glass of the car. They were further infuriated when they found Silvia's clothes almost open. While Fabian's belt almost missed.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim .. pak Fabian apparently." A few pairs of eyes looked at the two with a look of disdain.

"I can explain this, sir. It's not what you think it is" Fabian said.

"Everything is clear. We saw Mr. Fabian doing business with this woman!" call one of the citizens.

"No, Sir . That's not true. I just-we just, …"

"Quickly we drag these two me*um couples to the village chief's house!" call one of the citizens.

"No, Sir. Pardon, Sir. We claim to be caliphs" Fabian said.

The men pulled Fabian out of the car while the women did it to Silvia.

"What's this about? Why are you guys fussing? Soon adzan maghrib," said someone who had just appeared at the venue.

"I saw Mr. Fabian and this woman doing me*um in the car" one of the residents explained.

"Is that right, Mr Fabian?" ask the guy with the scab full of probes. He then observed the appearance of Fabian who looked a little messy with the buttons of an open shirt and his belt almost separated from his pants.

"Ti-ti-no, sir. That's slander. We just, …"

"I think the evidence is pretty clear, and I know what action to take" the man said.

"What do you mean by action?" asked Fabian nervously.

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