Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 115: PRS 16 Liona

"How did it go? Did you succeed?" Rusdi asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling with hope. His hands clenched into fists as he waited for an answer.

"Of course I did, Uncle! That’s Oda for you, she never fails when asked to do something," replied Oda, patting her chest proudly with a big smile on her face.

"Good! Very good! Oda is a smart kid," Rusdi praised, patting his nephew’s shoulder with satisfaction.

"Yes, Uncle. It was easy, they didn’t suspect a thing," Oda added proudly.

As soon as the packet of red powder was in Rusdi’s hands, a sum of money had also been transferred to Oda. Oda counted the money with a beaming face.

"Wow, thank you, Uncle! This is a lot!" Oda exclaimed happily.

"Next time, if there’s another task, just call me, Uncle, and it will definitely be done. Oda guarantees it one hundred percent!" Oda said again, puffing out his chest proudly after successfully completing the task his uncle had given him, for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, yes. You are indeed reliable. Now go home first, otherwise Aunt Katmini will get suspicious," Rusdi said, waving his hand.

After Oda left, Katmini, who felt that the powder her husband’s nephew had brought was a lighter color, became a little suspicious. "Try it first, sir. Does it taste the same as Laus’s? Why is the color a little different?" she said, squinting her eyes as she stared at the powder.

"Different? Really? Let me take a look," replied Rusdi, bringing the package closer to his face.

Hearing his wife’s question, Rusdi immediately opened the half-kilo plastic package of powder and tasted it. His tongue licked a little of the red powder.

"Well, sir? Does it taste the same?" asked Katmini curiously, waiting for her husband’s reaction.

Although it was a little salty, the savory taste left Rusdi feeling satisfied. "It’s the same, ma’am, just a little saltier. Maybe we just need to sprinkle a little less so that half of this packet can make more chips. We’re in luck!" he said enthusiastically with a big smile.

"Are you sure, sir? Don’t make a mistake or we’ll lose money," said Katmini, still a little doubtful.

"Don’t worry, Mom. I’ve tried it, and it tastes very similar. It will definitely sell well!" Rusdi said confidently, nodding his head.

"Okay, give it to Tumi so he can make the red powder like that because we can’t keep stealing it from Laus’s house. If we get caught, it could be a big problem," said Katmini with a worried tone.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’ll give it to Tumi right now," agreed Rusdi.

Rusdi nodded and immediately went to the kitchen to find Tumi, the chef and right-hand man of his business.

"Tum, make a powder similar to this one. Taste it first, then make it exactly the same. Don’t let it be any different!" Rusdi ordered as he handed him the packet of red powder.

"Yes, sir. I’ll try to make it as similar as possible," replied Tumi as he accepted the powder.

"Should we add the usual extras, sir?" Tumi asked softly, glancing left and right.

"Of course! That’s what makes people come back to buy what we sell. Don’t forget, make sure there’s plenty," Rusdi said sharply, pointing at Tumi.

"Got it, sir. I understand," Tumi nodded in agreement.

Tumi, who already knew what he had to do, immediately returned to the kitchen to finish the rest of his work.

Pruttt...pruttt...

"Ouch! Why does my stomach hurt so much? It hurts so much!" Rusdi muttered as he ran to the bathroom because he couldn’t stand it anymore. His face was contorted in pain.

"Sir! What’s wrong? Do you have a stomachache?" Katmini shouted from the living room.

Katmini, who saw her husband come out of the bathroom looking exhausted and pale, frowned in surprise. "What did you eat to make you feel so sick? Why did you suddenly get sick?" she asked worriedly, albeit with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Hehehe... I ate meatballs at a food stall, and I added a lot of chili sauce. It was delicious, but I think it was too spicy," said Rusdi with a grin, rubbing his stomach.

Hearing her husband’s words, Katmini could only snort in annoyance. "Well, that’s your fault. You brought this on yourself, now you have to deal with it. You know you can’t handle spicy food, but you still insist on eating it!" she said sarcastically, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yes, yes, it’s my fault. I’m sorry, Ma’am," Rusdi whined.

Pruuttt!

Feeling his stomach churning violently again, Rusdi immediately ran while holding his buttocks so that his feces would not come out and dirty the house. His steps were hurried and his face was red.

"Ouch, I can’t take it anymore!" moaned Rusdi as he continued to run.

"Tsk, you know you can’t eat spicy food, but you’re still stubborn! You’re so stubborn!" Katmini muttered angrily as she shook her head.

Although annoyed by her husband’s stubbornness, as his wife, she couldn’t bear to see Rusdi suffer and immediately went to the shop to buy diarrhea medicine.

"Mr. War, do you have any stomach medicine? Something strong. My husband has a severe stomach ache," Katmini asked the shop owner.

"Yes, ma’am. This is the strongest one. Take it three times a day," replied Mr. War as he handed her the medicine.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, after tasting the seasoning mix repeatedly, Tumi proceeded to prepare it according to her taste buds. She tasted it over and over, trying to replicate the same flavor.

"Hmm, it’s not savory enough. What should I add to make it the same?" Tumi muttered, staring at the seasoning in her hand.

Because he couldn’t get the delicious savory taste that was in the powder given to him, Tumi added a lot of salt and MSG to cover the taste.

"How come it still doesn’t taste right? Maybe I didn’t add enough salt and MSG? Let’s add some more," Tumi muttered as he continued to taste it.

"Why isn’t the color red enough? I used enough chili powder. This is strange," Tumi observed her chili powder with a furrowed brow and a confused look on her face.

Of course it wasn’t the same because Lan had added red food coloring to it, making the red color brighter than the original color of Lura’s balado powder, which used only large chilies as coloring.

Seeing a bottle of coloring on the side table, Tumi, who thought it was food coloring because it was in the kitchen, immediately poured it in without thinking twice.

"Now that’s right! The color is the same! Perfect!" said Tumi with satisfaction, smiling broadly at her work.

"It’s really nice, bright red. Mr. Rusdi will definitely be happy," she added while stirring the seasoning.

After finishing her task, she immediately mixed the seasoning into her homemade cassava chips, not forgetting to add a sprinkling of the magic seasoning so that anyone who ate them would be hooked. After everything was mixed perfectly, the cassava chips were packaged in large sizes because the people who ordered them would arrive soon.

"Everything is done. Just waiting for the customers to arrive," Tumi muttered as she tidied up the packaging.

Just as Tumi finished packing neatly, Leksin’s employee, a cattle broker (a trader/intermediary in the sale and purchase of cattle, or in modern times referred to as a broker) from a neighboring village, came to pick up the order, which was planned to be served as a snack to accompany the workers who were staying up late tonight to decorate the wedding tent for his second child.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tumi. I’m here to pick up an order of chips for Mr. Leksin," said the man with a smile.

"Oh, yes, it’s ready. Here you go, I’ve packed it neatly. Be careful carrying it," replied Tumi as he handed over several large bags of chips.

At Laus’s house, Liona, who was monitoring the progress of the powder trap she had set for Oda, felt that the heavens were helping her. Her eyes sparkled as she saw how the situation was developing.

"Wow, the plan is going very smoothly. Even better than I expected," Liona muttered to herself.

Now, if mass poisoning occurred and everyone suffered from diarrhea and vomiting, the presence of textile dye in the food that Tumi had accidentally used could be a reason for the authorities to secure Rusdi’s business. This could also cover up the laxative that Liona had deliberately asked Lan to put in earlier.

"You brought this on yourself by being evil and wanting to destroy my family’s business, so don’t blame me if I act cruelly. Feel the consequences!" Liona said to herself in a cold tone.

That night, as Liona had predicted, in the village of Sukoharjo, at the house of the wealthy Leksin, everyone who was staying up late to decorate the wedding stage experienced vomiting and severe diarrhea and had to be rushed to the hospital. The atmosphere, which had been festive, turned chaotic.

"Quick! Call an ambulance! They’ve all been poisoned!" shouted one of the guests in a panic.

"My God, what’s going on? Why did everyone suddenly get sick?" said another guest while calling the hospital.

Coincidentally, Leksin’s brother, who was the head of a police station in the city, was also affected, so all the food and snacks that were served were immediately checked at the hospital laboratory.

"Doctor, please check all the food from the event. Something is definitely wrong!" ordered Hartono, Leksin’s cousin who happened to be present at the event.

"Yes, sir. We will check it immediately," replied the doctor as he took food samples.

"What! Besides textile dye, there are also marijuana leaves in it! This can’t be!" Leksin shouted in shock after hearing the lab results. His face turned pale.

"How is that possible? Marijuana? In food?" Leksin asked in disbelief, staring at the doctor with wide eyes.

"Yes, sir. The lab results don’t lie. This is very dangerous," replied the doctor with a serious expression.

Because he had been close to Rusdi since childhood, as their parents had been friends for a long time, Leksin helped Rusdi market his homemade cassava chips, unaware that they contained harmful substances.

"I never thought Rusdi would do something like this. He’s my old friend!" said Leksin disappointedly.

Fortunately, Leksin did not eat Rusdi’s chips that night because he had a cough and was avoiding savory foods. Otherwise, he might have ended up in the hospital, even though his son’s wedding ceremony was scheduled for the next morning.

"Thank God I didn’t eat them. Otherwise, what would have happened to my son’s wedding tomorrow?" Leksin muttered with relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"We have to report and sue him. This is a big problem. There was marijuana in the snacks, which is very dangerous. People could die if the dose is high!" said Hartono, Leksin’s cousin who served as the police chief in the city, who immediately contacted his subordinates to investigate the case.

"Yes, Mr. Hartono. This must be thoroughly investigated. We can’t have any more victims," Leksin agreed firmly.

"Okay, I’ll take care of it myself. This is a serious case," said Hartono as he took out his phone.

Because this issue was quite sensitive, the poisoning case was temporarily suppressed to avoid leaks, as the police were looking for evidence of a marijuana field that Rusdi might have owned and did not want the suspect to escape.

"Keep this operation confidential. Don’t let it leak out," Hartono ordered his men.

After receiving news that a resident of Satarara village was growing marijuana, the narcotics squad took action, bringing their team with them. They headed to Satarara village carefully and methodically.

The operation was carried out at night so it was not visible, allowing the residents to sleep soundly, including Rusdi and his wife, unaware that their comfortable life was about to disappear forever.

It didn’t take long. Rusdi had always felt safe because the villagers thought that his five-hectare farm contained cassava plants, so they didn’t guard it too closely.

The shape of marijuana leaves and cassava leaves are almost the same, so if you don’t know, you can’t tell the difference with the naked eye.

If anyone asked why Rusdi’s cassava leaves were slightly different from the cassava commonly grown by the villagers, he would say that his cassava was a superior variety that was different from ordinary cassava and therefore more profitable.

The villagers, most of whom did not have a high level of education, believed what Rusdi said and did not suspect anything. They were even amazed by Rusdi’s lush cassava plantation.