My madam, my poison

Sneaky duo

In a shophouse there is a conversation between two women.

"What I'm saying, whoever opened the shop, the business will not sell and eventually fell bankrupt" said the owner of a clothing store who rented a shop just next to Maureen's salon.

"Yes, it's been this afternoon, there can be no more customers coming," said another shophouse tenant.

"Do you have no other job but to talk about people?!" maureen's murmur suddenly appeared from inside her salon.

"Here you go, just close your salon, then move somewhere else."

"I've only been renting this shop for a few months, if I close this salon, I'm losing ' right?"

"Until this shophouse rental time runs out, your salon will always be quiet like this. So, close your salon now or tomorrow."

"Hufa!" Maureen snorted in annoyance before finally opting for re-entry into her salon.

"How's this? My savings are running low, and my salon is not making anything" Maureen murmured.

Maureen's daydream instantly collapsed when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Maureen's mother."

"You seem to be, in"

The woman who had just entered the room was apparently Luna. The girl sat down in a chair.

"What about your salon?" ask Luna.

"I don't think I need to explain. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? My salon is getting quieter and quieter by the day customers. Not even today has anyone come."

"This must be because your mother and sister have prayed for you to go bankrupt and have your life ruined."

"yes too. From childhood, my mother never liked me" said Maureen.

Like a fire, Luna continued to instigate Maureen so that her revenge on Azzura became more and more so that her grand plan would soon be realized.

"I'm sure your savings are running low. Are you going to keep quiet? You are now living alone without a family. No one else can help but yourself. I purposely came here to finalize our plan. Yesterday I met two men who would help us carry out our plans. They asked for a down payment of fifty million rupiah."

"Are they going to blackmail me?"

"I think that wages are appropriate for their high-risk jobs."

"Do I have to pay them in full? How's yours?"

"I have sparked this idea, I am also looking for someone who will help us. If you don't want to pay them, yes. Right now I'm gonna call them and cancel our plans."

"Wait on! That's not what I mean."

"Trust me, so far their actions are always planned neatly and never fail. No one will know of our involvement in this plan."

"You can guarantee we'll get away?"

"You take it easy, everything will be carefully arranged by them. Oh yeah, I'd like it if we'd worked out our plan later, which we'd have split evenly."

"Where could that be? The results we get later we will divide 70% and 30%."

"Honey alone, I want the results to be divided equally, 50% and 50%."

"I don't agree!"

"Yes, we just cancel this plan," said Luna as she moved from her seat.

Maureen seemed to think for a moment before finally making her decision.

"OK .. OK. 50:50."

Luna smiled with satisfaction.

"So, when are we going to execute that plan?"

"The sooner the better."

"Ehm ... How about tomorrow? I still have to meet those two paid thugs," asked Luna. Maureen nodded in agreement.

"Where are you going?" ask the owner of the clothing store when he finds Maureen locking the door to his salon.

"It's none of your business!" pickle up

"Most he wants refreshing because it is saturated for days just waiting for a salon that is quiet customers" said his friend.

Maureen refused to respond to their remarks. He and Luna chose to leave the shop.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a cafe. After ordering drinks at the cafe waiter, they then chose a table.

"I'm sorry, I think I should go to the toilet first."

"All right."

Maureen left her desk and headed for the toilet at the back of the cafe. Somehow the handkerchief he had placed on the back of his pants pocket suddenly fell on the floor near a table occupied by a young boy.

"Mom, your handkerchief is falling" he said.

"Oh, yeah, thank you."

Maureen hurried to take her handkerchief. He then raised his face towards the boy's face. Suddenly he was stunned when he looked at his face.

"God! Why is this kid's face so similar to Fabian's?" his inner.

"Mom's okay?" ask the boy.

"Oh, it's okay, son. You're alone in this cafe?"

"I'm with dad, he's ordering food."

"Can you sit here for a minute?"

"Byeah, Mom."

Maureen pulled out a chair and sat on it.

"Can you ask me something, son?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"Who's your name?"

"My name, …"

"Darling, who's this aunt, do you know her?" ask a man who suddenly came to their table.

"No, Dad. This aunt dropped her handkerchief."

"Oh, so. You have to be careful with someone you don't know."

"So you think I'm a bad guy?"

"There have been many crime modes of child abduction by approaching their targets. They will be sweet and even give the lure of interesting objects until finally the child will follow it voluntarily. That way the other person won't suspect if he has kidnapped the victim."

"You must not be reckless in accusing! Does this face of mine look like a kidnapper 'huh!"

"If my accusation is wrong, why should you be angry? Honey, we pack up the food, then we go home."

"Yes, Dad."

"Excuse me, Bi."

The man took the boy's hand and left the table.

Suddenly, Mauren's eyes were on the boy's fingers.

"God! The fingers of the child's hand are like the fingers of the child I gave birth to and threw away. Is that boy my son?" his inner.

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