My madam, my poison

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"Where am I going to take you? I don't want to leave these money behind" Fabian said as two men dressed as nurses grabbed him by the hand and took him to a car.

More and more Fabian's condition is increasingly concerning. Not only every time he mentions the word money, every object he sees then in his eyes will resemble money. It was this that finally forced Maureen to send him to a mental hospital. The case of fraud that befell him to make his convection loss in large numbers has really made him lose his mind.

That afternoon Maureen was seen talking to someone on the porch of her home. 

"This is the car keys and the papers, sir. This car is always well maintained," Maureen said while thrusting a key with BPKB and STNK.

"Well, it's money according to our agreement." The man handed Maureen a brown envelope with money.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're selling the car?" ask Bu Kinanti who just appeared from inside the house.

"Well how else? I can be prosecuted if I don't pay the employee's salary. I'm also planning on selling this house."

"If you sell this house, where do we live?"

"We? Who wants to live with someone as annoying as you? Oh yes, you can use this money to rent a house and to eat. If you only eat with salt, the money will be enough for the next few months." Maureen took some of the money from the sale of the car and gave it to Bu Kinanti.

"Your path! The money from the sale of the car must be more than seventy million. Why am I only given five million?" her protests.

"It's good to be given money, not to thank, it's a protest."

"Fabian is my son, so I'm more entitled to the money including the money from the sale of this car!" Ms. Kinanti attempted to forcibly snatch the brown envelope from Maureen's hand. Of course, his son-in-law refused to give it to him.

"Immediately take care of your things. The man who's going to buy this house is on his way here."

"Greedy woman!" aspir bu Kinanti.

"What to say!" ketus Maureen as she walked into the house.

"Bu .. does this house really want to be sold?" ask the house assistant. Apparently he had heard their conversation.

"really. So now Auntie's got Auntie's stuff. I don't want to know where Aunt is going. That's not my business at all."

"But, Mum. My salary this month has not been paid."

"Is that so? Take this." Take this." Maureen took out a few hundred thousand bills from the brown envelope and gave them to the middle-aged woman.

"Ma-ma-af-same. My salary here is one million five hundred. Why is this only five hundred thousand?" 

"Auntie knows, is our situation now difficult? It's still good I give you money. That money must be enough to go home."

"T-t-but, Mom, …"

Not long restrained heard the sound of the roar of the car from the direction of the yard.

"That must be the guy who's buying this house." Maureen moved out of the living room and into her yard.

"100 million" said the man in a plaid shirt after observing the house Maureen had occupied for more than four years from outside.

"You don't try to fool me. The market price of this house is over two hundred million."

"I don't need this house. I just want the land. On this land I will build a fitness center. Please if you want to bring the contents inside."

"It's not like we talked about in our conversation last night. I sold the land and the house at a bargaining price of 250 million, and you've agreed to it, haven't you?"

"The decision is yours, Miss Shireen."

"Maureen, my god."

"Oh yes, Maureen ma'am. The decision is in your hands. If you agree to release this house for 100 million, I have prepared the money. But if you refuse my offer, it doesn't matter."

"If I sell this house for 100 million, I lose big. So, sorry, I can't take it off yet" Maureen said.

"Alright, but if you change your mind, you can contact me directly."

The man walked over to his car. 

Maureen hesitated.The price of a hundred million according to her was too cheap. But, if he does not sell this house, he no longer knows how to pay the employee salary shortage.

The man turned his body.

"Yes, Miss Shireen."

Maureen snorted in annoyance as the man again mispronounced her name.

"Father raise the price a little. Don't stick at that number" he said, which is more like a whimper.

The man seemed to think for a moment before he gave an answer.

"Ehm. One hundred and fifteen million."

"One hundred and fifty million."

"Last offer, one hundred and twenty-five million." The man is seen starting to pull the car door handle.

"Wait, Sir! Well, I agree with that price."

"Deal." The two then shook hands with each other.

The man got into his car and got out with a brown envelope. He gave it to Maureen.

"Can I see his home certificate?"

"Wait a minute."

Maureen moved out of the courtyard and entered the house. He immediately searched where the certificate of the two-story house that he believed Fabian stored in his wardrobe.

"God! What the fuck!" 

Maureen was furious to find her room so messy. The closet door was open while almost the entire contents inside were scattered on the floor.

Maureen immediately searched for the existence of land certificates in all drawers and under piles of clothes. But the result is nil. He did not find the thing he was looking for.

From the wardrobe, her search continues on the dresser. There's some drawers in there. It was not impossible for Fabian to keep the securities inside one of his drawers.

Just like her wardrobe, her dresser looked messy as if someone had just rummaged through the contents inside.

"Breng!" objurgation.

From his room Maureen shifted to the room of the Kinanti bu. The doorknob was locked either from inside or outside.

"Open the door!" he shouted while banging on the door.

There's no answer.

"Bu Kinanti has gone from the back door, Mom," said the housekeeper who had just walked out of his room with a large bag. 

"Wait on! Let me check your bag!" decisively.

"Why was my bag checked, Mom? You suspect I'm stealing?"

Maureen ignored his words. He actually began to open one by one the zipper of the black bag. But he found nothing but clothes.

"You can go."

"I'll excuse you, Mom."

The middle-aged woman was seen to fix the position of the clothes she was wearing as if hiding something inside.

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