My madam, my poison

I'm sorry for being conditional

"Fab-Fab-Fabian? You …?"

"How are you .. Silvia's mother?"

"Still brave apparently set foot in this house" Silvia said.

"Where's your dad?"

"What business are you looking for my dad 'huh?!"

"Of course there's something important we need to talk about."

Apparently the chatter of the two was heard all the way into the room. The curious Mr. Anthony walked out of his room and pointed his wheelchair towards the living room.

"Who's visiting, Via? Why don't you come in."

"Good day, Mr. Anthony," said Fabian.

"You? How dare you appear before me!"

"Don't be angry, sir. I came here with good intentions."

Fabian barged into the living room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Likewise with Bu Kinanti, he sat right on Fabian's side.

"What exactly did your arrival mean? No need to beat around the bush!" urged mr. Anthony.

"Why should you take your mother with you."

"Obviously I took my mother, she was the only key witness to the accident ten years ago" Fabian said, leaving the father and son confused.

"What do you mean? Don't try to fool us!" exclaim Mr. Anthony.

"My name is Kinanti, the biological mother of Almira, the pedestrian you hit ten years ago."

"Already, Mistress. Your jokes aren't funny." Mr. Anthony chuckled.

"I'm not kidding, sir! You're the killer of my daughter!" Bu Kinanti raised her voice.

"What do you mean?" Suddenly the look on Mr. Anthony's face turned frantic.

"Try to look carefully at this girl's photo." Bu Kinanti took a photograph and a piece of paper containing the license plate number of the car he had once recorded and then thrust it on Mr. Anthony.

His heart was racing as he watched the face of the girl in the photo.

"God. This girl .. she. she's that pedestrian," muttered master Anthony.

"How, Master? You remember that face, don't you? And the license plate number was exactly the same as the license plate of Mr.'s car that failed to be sold because the car engine died."

"How do you know about my plan to sell the car?"

"Of course I know. I heard your chat with the car buyer earlier."

"Ja-ja-in, …"

"Yes. I was the courier who delivered food for Silvia. Actually it was just my ploy to ascertain if the license plate my mother recorded was really the car that had hit Amira. And it turns out to be true, it was you who killed my sister!"

"Is that right, Dad? Tell Via if what Fabian said is a lie. You don't know who the girl in the picture is, do you?"

Anthony breathed a heavy sigh.

"The girl in this photo is a pedestrian who got hit by my car" he said with a bowed face.

"No! No way! This must be wrong!" shout Silvia.

"Master has lost the lives of others, that means you have to take responsibility for your actions. Right now I'm going to call the police to arrest you" Fabian said.

"No! Please don't report my father to the police!" exclamation Silvia.

"You need to know, what your father did was a criminal act. Your father should go to jail! Lives must be paid for with life!"

"You think the problem will be solved with just an apology? I will also contact the police at this time. I'll make sure you get a heavy sentence!"

Fabian had just picked up his phone but suddenly Silvia snatched the flattened device from his hand.

"Silvia! Give me my phone!" snapped Fabian.

"No! I'm not gonna let my dad go to jail!"

"Your father is guilty, he must account for what he did."

"Please don't do that. My father has been sick a lot lately. I don't have the heart if he has to curl up in custody."

Silvia was known to be haughty, but for the sake of her father she willingly knelt before Fabian.

"I could've canceled my intention to call the police, but there's a condition."

"Condition?"

"Don't you yourself say, you'll give whatever the family of the passerby asks. I hope you don't lick your own spit" Fabian said.

"Want to?"

"I think you understand what I mean."

"The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"I asked for five hundred million" Fabian said.

"Basic blackmailer!" silvia Umpat.

"Well, if you refuse our request, right now I'll call the police!" Fabian took his phone back from Silvia's hands.

"OK! OK! I follow your requests. Today I also transferred the money to your account!" exclamation Silvia.

"That's all I want to say. Thank you, Madam Silvia's director."

Silvia only grunted angrily in response to her ex-husband's remark.

Not long ago Fabian and his mother then left the house.

"Why do you have to obey the requests of the two greedy humans?" anthony asked after the two had passed.

"I did all this for Dad. I don't want Fabian to actually report Dad to the police. Never mind, there is no need to worry about the 500 million money. Father means more to me" Silvia said.

"Thank you, son. I'm so lucky to have a daughter like you." Anthony then grabbed the daughter's body just in his arms.

Fabian and his mother had just left the yard of Silvia's house, when a motorcycle stopped right in front of them.

"You apparently. Man's wife snatch!" ketus Fabian's.

"You must be feeling jealous because Silvia prefers me over you, right? Silvia is like a jewel, not at all worth juxtaposing to a pebble like you."

"Who are you? Only the boy goes to class. Look at it later, after you get married, Silvia will trample you."

"Speaking with someone as insignificant as you is is a waste of my time" Evan said. He passed from before Fabian.

"Review you, Evan. Someday you will pay for this humiliation!"

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