Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 100: PRS 3 Liona

Larti hurriedly pulled up her housedress and walked briskly to the house of the owner of Lorondo’s house to discuss an important matter with the richest man in Suka Village, a neighboring village of Satarara, 15 km from her village. After dismounting from the bicycle she had been riding with her eldest child, Lincan.

"Mom, where are we going? It’s already this late," Lincan asked tiredly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Stop asking questions! Just come with me!" Larti snapped impatiently. "This is an important matter!"

The road to the owner of Lorondo’s house was so steep and slippery that Larti was forced to dismount for fear of slipping. Her child walked behind her, holding the bicycle, afraid of slipping and falling into the gaping ravine beside the road.

"Mom, be careful, the road is slippery!" Lincan warned, carefully guiding the bicycle.

"Yes, yes! Be careful too! Hold on to the bicycle firmly!" Larti replied, occasionally glancing back to make sure her son was okay.

Seeing the enormous brick house with its gleaming white ceramic floors and spacious yard, and several trucks neatly lined up beside it, Larti smiled broadly. Her eyes sparkled at the opulence displayed before her.

"Subhanallah, what a magnificent house," she murmured in awe. "If I could make a lot of money from here, my life would definitely change."

She quickened her pace, jogging to reach Mr. Lorondo’s house. Her breath began to grow labored.

Knock knock knock...

"Assalamualaikum... Mr. Lorondo!" she shouted loudly, continuing to knock loudly. "Mr. Lorondo! It’s me, Larti!"

Receiving no response, Larti knocked again, greeting him in a louder voice after the first three knocks went unanswered.

"Assalamualaikum! Mr. Lorondo! Mrs. Lona!" she shouted again, pounding harder on the door.

He heard footsteps approaching the door, and a moment later a middle-aged woman wearing a large headscarf appeared, staring at her questioningly with furrowed brows. "I’m not home!" she replied sharply, her hands on her hips.

Everyone knew that the wife of Mr. Lorondo, who was five years his senior, was extremely jealous. Seeing Larti come looking for her husband, she was understandably displeased. Her gaze was sharp and piercing.

"What are you looking for, sir?" she asked again, seeing Larti not moving from her spot. "Why come so late at night?"

Larti suppressed her displeasure at Lona’s attitude toward her, as she had an important mission to fulfill. She took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions.

"Sorry, Mrs. Lona, for disturbing you at this time of night," Larti said, bowing slightly. "If Mr. Lorondo isn’t here, it’s okay with you too. I have important news to share."

"Important news? What news?" Lona asked suspiciously, eyeing Larti from head to toe.

Seeing that Larti seemed to have important news, Lona invited her in, though her face remained suspicious.

"Come in. But hurry! Don’t take too long!" she said, opening the door wider. "Tell me what you need! Be careful if you’re not bringing important news!" she threatened, pointing her index finger at Larti.

Not wanting to waste any time, Larti quickly explained her purpose for coming. She sat nervously on the edge of the chair.

"Mrs. Lona," Larti said, glancing left and right to make sure no one else was around. "Does your son, Den Lono, still want a child? I know he and his wife have been longing for a child for a long time."

Lona nodded slowly, her face softening slightly. "Yes, they’ve been married for five years but haven’t been blessed with a child yet. Why is that?"

Larti smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling with calculation. "What a coincidence, Ma’am! My niece was born yesterday afternoon. Her family is so poor that they don’t have much money to care for her," she explained, making a mock expression of concern. "It’s a girl, chubby and beautiful. Her skin is as white as a doll’s!"

Lona became interested, leaning forward. "So?"

"Most importantly," Larti lowered her voice to a whisper, "she has the weton Minggu Pon!"

Lona, hearing that the baby was a girl, had a slightly sour expression on her face. But when she heard that the baby had the weton Minggu Pon, her sour expression quickly disappeared, like flipping through a book, and she burst into a bright smile. Her eyes widened.

"Sunday Pon?!" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Is it true that she has such a beautiful weton? You’re not lying, are you?"

Seeing Lona’s enthusiasm, Larti immediately nodded quickly, not missing this opportunity. She even raised her hand as if swearing an oath.

"That’s right, ma’am! I swear on anything!" Larti said convincingly. "The midwife who delivered her, Grandma Lena, told me that herself. Everyone in the village knows Grandma Lena never miscalculates her weton!"

"Oh my gosh, Sunday Pon weton..." Lona murmured, her eyes sparkling. "This is a rare opportunity!"

"If Lono has this child, I’m sure his little family’s fortune will continue to flow like a river!" Larti said hyperbolically, gesticulating as if depicting rushing water. "Lono’s business will definitely thrive, ma’am! Maybe even have a branch in town!"

Everyone knows that anyone with this weton has good fortune throughout their lives, but unfortunately, only a few are so fortunate to have it.

Seeing Larti’s seriousness, Lona didn’t miss this opportunity. Her face was full of calculation.

"How much does your brother want to give up the child?" Lona asked eagerly, leaning forward. "Just tell me, don’t be shy!"

Larti hesitantly pointed a finger at Lona with a slow gesture. Her face was set in an uncomfortable expression.

"One hundred thousand?" Lona guessed with a raised eyebrow.

Seeing Larti shake her head rapidly, Lona increased her offer. "Two hundred thousand?"

Larti shook her head again, this time with a faint smile on her lips.

"Five hundred thousand?" Lona asked again, her voice growing impatient.

"One million, Ma’am..." Larti whispered softly, her head lowered.

"One million?!" Lona was silent for a moment, then nodded firmly. "Okay! One million! As soon as you bring the baby here, I’ll give you one million!" Lona said quickly, afraid Larti would change her mind. "But it has to be tomorrow! Don’t let anyone find out!"

"Okay, Ma’am Lona. I’ll bring the baby tomorrow night," Larti replied, holding back a triumphant smile. "But, Ma’am... can I have a deposit first? Just a little for transportation..."

Lona stared at her intently for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, wait a moment."

The woman went inside and returned with a bill. "Here’s one hundred thousand for the down payment. The rest will be paid after the baby arrives safely."

"Thank you, Mrs. Lona! Thank you so much!" Larti said, accepting the money with hands trembling with excitement.

Larti, feeling that her goal had been achieved, quickly excused herself as the night was drawing to a close. She walked backward, still bowing respectfully.

In the 1980s, lighting was very limited. Only the wealthy could afford to use petromax lamps to illuminate their homes, while the poor only used kerosene lamps, and even then, only a few per house.

Furthermore, on public roads, residents relied solely on moonlight to illuminate their path, making nighttime travel extremely dangerous.

"Come on, Lincan. Let’s go back," Larti said, patting her son’s shoulder, who was daydreaming on the porch of Mr. Lorondo’s house, gazing up at the night sky.

"Okay, Mrs...." Lincan replied quietly as he got up and grabbed his bicycle.

The two of them rode their bicycles slowly to avoid a potentially fatal accident.

Furthermore, Mr. Lorondo’s house was located near a cliff, so they needed to be several times more cautious than on a normal public road.

Throughout the journey, the smile on Larti’s face never faded at the thought of one million rupiah in her hands. She even began to mentally calculate what she would do with that much money.

"With this much money, I can buy anything... maybe nice fabric, or even a new bicycle..." she muttered softly, smiling to herself.

Lincan, who had overheard her mother and Lona’s conversation, tried to express her opinion carefully. "Mom, I don’t think Mr. Laus will want to give his child to Mr. Lorondo," she said quietly. "After all, he and his wife have wanted a daughter for a long time. I saw Mr. Laus was very happy yesterday..."

What her eldest son said made Larti’s wide smile disappear. Her face turned red with anger.

"You’re a child, don’t interfere!" Larti snapped loudly. "This is your parents’ business! You don’t understand anything!"

"But Ma’am—"

"Watch out if you tell anyone about this!" Larti interrupted fiercely, glaring at Lincan. "I’ll beat you until you can’t walk anymore! Understand?!"

The threat silenced Lincan, who didn’t dare to comment. He simply nodded fearfully, gripping the bicycle handlebars tightly.

Larti knew full well that her brother and wife would never give their child to Mr. Lorondo. She wasn’t stupid enough to ask them directly. They would definitely refuse.

"They’ll definitely refuse if I ask nicely," she muttered to herself, her face full of calculation. "But I promised Mrs. Lona..."

She couldn’t take it nicely, so she decided to take a shortcut and kidnap the baby girl. The evil plan was already brewing in her head.

In the future, her second sister would surely be very grateful to her for lightening one of her burdens, Larti thought, justifying her actions.

"Besides, with the Laus family’s difficult economic situation, raising another baby is very difficult," she said to herself, seeking justification. "So I’m actually helping them. Lessening their burden."

Larti considered her actions quite kind, as they would indirectly lessen the burden on her second sister’s family. At least that’s what she told herself to assuage the rising guilt.

Inside Laus’ house, Liona suddenly woke up from her sleep after seeing a flash of the terrible event that would soon befall her. Her eyes were wide open, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Damn! This father’s older sister is so cruel and cruel!" she grumbled angrily. "In the middle of the night, she plans to kidnap me and sell me to the Lorondo boss for one million! What a savage! How could she do this to her own family?!"

All the family members, gathered in the living room, helping their two children study, were shocked to hear Liona’s heartfelt words. They looked at each other, their faces pale.

"What? Kidnapping?" Lura whispered in a trembling voice, her hands immediately clutching her chest.

"Ahhh! Why was I born a baby!" Liona felt frustrated and kept ranting in her heart. "How can I warn my family so that cruel woman doesn’t succeed in kidnapping me?! I can’t do anything!"

Liona felt that the Phoenix System was incredibly irresponsible, leaving her alone and born a baby with no ability to defend herself.

Not only could she not speak, but she was also unable to move freely with her short arms and legs, capable only of kicking and punching the air, further deepening Liona’s frustration.

"That annoying Phoenix System! If only he were still around, he could help me!" she grumbled to herself. "Why do I have to sleep when I need help most?!"

With a look of despair, Liona hoped that her parents would take good care of her, and she also hoped that fate would be on her side so that the bad things planned for her wouldn’t happen.

"Oh God, protect me and my family..." she prayed silently.

The entire family, hearing Liona’s heartbreak, remained silent and began to formulate plans in their hearts. Laus’s face hardened, his jaw clenched in anger.

Although they still weren’t completely convinced by Liona’s words, they would still protect the family’s precious treasure and wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.

Liona never imagined that in such a short time, her position in her family’s hearts would become so high. They were all ready to protect her with their lives.

Her three older siblings even planned to take turns guarding her tonight to ensure her safety.

"Leo," Lan whispered, leaning closer to his brother, "how about we set traps at the front and back doors? And under the windows, because I think Auntie will definitely pass that way tonight."

"What traps?" Leo asked, his eyes sparkling, intrigued by his brother’s idea.

"We could tie a rope in front of the door, or put some noisy cans," Lan suggested enthusiastically. "So if she comes in, it’ll make a loud noise and we’ll know right away!"

Hearing his brother’s brilliant idea, Leo nodded firmly. "Great idea! We could also put a bucket of water above the door."

"Hurry up and finish your homework," Leo whispered, glancing at his parents. "When Mom and Dad come into the room, we’ll make our move. We’ll arrange everything neatly."

"Ready, Brother!" Lan replied with burning determination.

Lano, who didn’t know what her two older siblings were talking about because they were sitting a distance away, already had her own plan in mind to make sure her evil and greedy aunt learned a lesson she would never forget.

"I have to protect my little sister too," she resolved, clenching her small fists. "That evil aunt must pay!"