My madam, my poison

Counterattacks

"What do you mean, son?" ask the mother full of questions.

"It looks like Mr. Anthony is related to Amira's death."

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Some time ago, suddenly, Mr. Anthony was so keen to find out who the pedestrian who had been hit by his car ten years ago."

"Really?"

"He said he was willing to be prosecuted if it turned out that the pedestrian was dead, and was willing to give any of the pedestrian's family wishes if it turned out that the pedestrian was still alive."

"Did mister Anthony find out where the pedestrian was?" ask the mother.

"Yes. Silvia found the family."

"If the pedestrian has been found, then, what does it have to do with the mother?"

"Listen first, Mom. I'm not done talking yet" Fabian said.

"The walk that Silvia found was not the real one. Silvia apparently deliberately paid two men to pretend to be a girl named Amira and her mother."

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. Why would Silvia do all that?"

"Silvia was afraid that the passerby would actually die and her family would sue Mr. Anthony. That's why he made a fake Amira play and his mother."

"Has the real pedestrian been found?" ask the mother.

Fabian shook his head.

"While I'm not 100% sure, I suspect that Mr. Anthony's Amira is our Amira. It's just, we don't have any evidence."

"Who said? I have proof."

"really? I'm not kidding, am I?"

"Wait a minute."

The mother moved from her seat, and she went into the room. Not long after he returned with a piece of paper.

"What is this, Mom?"

"A moment before exhaling her last breath, Amira had time to tell mom to record the license plate number of the car that had hit her." Bu Kinanti thrust the piece of paper at Fabian.

"If indeed Amira what Mr. Anthony means is your sister Amira, the license plate number should be the same as Mr. Anthony's car license plate number."

"But it happened ten years ago. I'm not sure Mr. Anthony hasn't changed his car. Besides, now my relationship with Silvia is deteriorating. It's pretty hard to figure out if this license plate matches the vehicle or not."

"Why should you be dizzy? Use your wits, dong."

"What does Mom mean?"

"Bu Kinanti brought her face closer and whispered something in Fabian's ear.

"True, when I was told to be a food courier" she protested.

"That's all we can do. By posing as a courier, you can investigate the license plate of the car in the house or the one in the garage."

"I didn't think Mom was this smart."

"If indeed this car plate matches one of his cars, we must take advantage of that opportunity to destroy them" said the mother.

"Today we will carry out our plan."

"Are you not at work?"

"I can ask permission not to work because there is a need" Fabian said. The mother nodded in understanding.

*****

Meanwhile, at Silvia's house.

"Dad so sold Dad's old car?" ask Silvia.

"Yes. I've got the buyer. Maybe he'll be here soon."

Suddenly there was the sound of a horn coming from the direction of the courtyard.

"That must be him."

Silvia pushes Anthony's wheelchair and directs him to the yard. Two men in long sleeves came out of the silver car.

"Good day, Mr. Anthony." The man in the blue shirt stretched his hand out toward Mr. Anthony.

"Good day, Mr. Tommy. How are you?"

"Pretty good."

"How many wives do you have now?" ask Mr. Anthony.

"ah! It's old like this where there's yanh. I'm not strong enough to play in bed anymore" lamented Mr. Anthony.

From Mr. Anthony, Tommy's gaze turned to Silvia standing just behind the wheelchair.

"It's your daughter' isn't it?"

"Yes. Her name is Silvia."

"When we last met when he was Junior."

"Silvia is now replacing me as the director of the company."

"Wow! Been beautiful, rich, brilliant career. There must be a lot of men chasing him."

Silvia simply responded to the remark with a knotty smile on her lips.

"Why would you sell this car?" ask Tommy.

"Oh, it's okay. This car has been unused for too long. Besides, I've bought some new units" explained Anthony.

After Anthony agreed with the price offered, Anthony then tried the car. Because it is not used for too long, the car engine can not be turned on.

"Sorry, Sir. I can't take this car now. Maybe you can fix it first in the workshop," said Tommy.

"No problem."

"I'll excuse you."

Both men left the house.

"Tell Evan to take this car to the workshop" said Mr. Anthony.

"Oh yeah. Soon Evan and I will be married. Didn't you think about finding a new assistant? It can't be 'no, the son-in-law himself became an assistant, '" Silvia said.

"Yes, maybe later I'll find a new assistant from one of the employees."

Silvia was about to wheel chair her father back into the house when suddenly a motorcycle stopped in the yard. The driver was a man wearing a helmet and a cloth mask.

"Excuse me, there's a food delivery on behalf of Miss Silvia" the courier said.

"sorry. But I didn't order any food."

"Brother Evan ordered it."

"Why didn't Evan tell me?" silvia gumam.

"Oh, take it. Maybe he wants to surprise you."

Although a little hesitant, Silvia finally received the delivery of food.

"Why did you notice this car?" asked Mr. Anthony when he found that the courier did not stop observing his car.

"Ti-ti-no, sir. I just admire this car."

"This car is expensive. A lifetime of your salary will not be able to afford it" Silvia said.

"I-i-iya, Mistress. I am indeed poor. But the wheel of life is turning. We never know what will happen to us. Maybe today A is at the highest point, it is not impossible tomorrow or the day after tomorrow he is at the bottom."

"ah! It's nonsense. A lowly employee like you doesn't deserve to speak in front of us."

"All right, then excuse me."

The courier left the place.

An hour later.

"Master, Miss. There are guests who want to meet you," said the housekeeper.

"Who, Bi?"

"Ehm .. anu-anu, that, …"

"Who? If you speak clearly!"

Silvia put her phone on the sofa and set her foot on the porch. He was stunned when he found out who his guest was that morning.

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