The Sugar Daddy Heritage
Cyanide Poison

“Mother Vania? You we hold as the prime suspect in the murder case of Johan Baroto.” Some uniformed officers startled Vania morning.

Aileen who was behind him started to cry in fear seeing the people in police uniforms coming suddenly. The little girl knew the police were only arresting criminals. Where's the villain?

Vania was too surprised to be able to speak. When an officer handed him a temporary arrest warrant, he suddenly forgot how to read. Vania could not understand what was written in the letter. What arrest warrant? Wh who? Wh why? A murder? Johan's? Nah! Body's limp. Vania fell down with a pale face.

Aileen immediately ran into his embrace. “Mama.” The little girl was crying and was getting more and more frightened to see the look on her mother's face.

A female policeman came forward, she knelt in front of Vania while taking out handcuffs. Vania looked at him. “Please, not in front of my son. I'm not gonna run away. I'll come with you guys. Please, give me some time to calm my son.”

The policewoman nodded in understanding then helped Vania get up. He looked pityfully at Aileen who was grasping tightly at the end of her mother's clothes. The little boy did not stop crying. “Mama don't go. You guys don't bring Mama. Mama is not a villain!”

“Mama has to go to work as usual, dear. Don'tbeafraid. This cop came to look after Mama, to protect Mama. You're right, honey. Mama's not the villain. Mama just helped them to find the villain. Patience, Sweetheart. Mama loves you so much.”

Once again Vania hugged Aileen tightly. He thought maybe he needed his little girl more. The warmth of his daughter was able to give him strength.

His mother, who had been watching not far from them, could only cry. "Vania, what's going on, son?"

"Trust me, Ma. I didn't do anything. Please take care of Aileen." Vania instead hugged her mother before stepping in to follow the officer who was going to take her.

At the police station, Vania is interrogated.

“Do you know the victim, Johan Baroto?” Vania read a glimpse of the sign on the chest of the police officer who was questioning her. Hendricks. He was young but the look in his eyes looked smart and experienced. His voice is deep and clear. Every word he spoke without hesitation without emotion.

“Ya.”

“What is your relationship with the victim?”

“I,” Vania lowered her head thinking of the right words to answer that question. “I'm her lover.”

“Are you the person he was with in that hotel room?”

“Ya.”

“Is there anyone else in the room?”

“I don't think there is. There was only me, Johan, and a few hotel attendants who came briefly to deliver food.” Vania suddenly felt annoyed. “Tell me. What the hell is going on? Why are you saying Johan was killed and I'm the suspect? That makes no sense!”

“Quiet Mom Vania. You will know everything after answering our questions.” Hendrik looked at his partner.

“Please bring here the bottle.” Another officer came and placed a wine bottle half in the table in front of Vania.

“You recognize this wine bottle? We found it in the hotel room the victim had rented, Johan Baroto.” Hendrik continued his question.

“Yes. That's the wine I bought.”

“Did the victim have time to drink this wine?”

Vania was silent for a while, trying to recall the details of the incident that night. The shadow of Johan slowly approached his mind. Ah, how dashing Daddy is in his black suit! He looks very happy. He poured wine, toast, then .. Did Daddy drink his wine? He remembers it now. “Yes. He drank it."

“Do you also drink the same wine?”

Vania looked up at the ceiling. He could not remember how his wine tasted that night.

He shook weakly. Had he known it would be the last wine Johan poured for him he would have upheld it.

“Why?” Hendrik looked at him sharply.

“I ..” Vania started to misbehave.

What would they think if he said it all? They would definitely pry into his past with Barli and perhaps with other men besides Barli. Ah, you fool! The resolution of this case is far more important than just his good name. Which good name? He was already a suspect.

“Someone suddenly called me. I was surprised and accidentally spilled my wine glass.”

“Who called?”

“Barli.” Vania gulps.

“Barli son of the victim?” Hendrik began to show interest in his tone of speech.

“Yes. He called and asked me to meet him in the lobby or he'll go upstairs.”

“Then? What happens next? Why would Barli want to see you in the lobby? Does he know you're in the same hotel room as his dad?”

Hendrik asked the question impatiently. He felt the woman before him increasingly seem uneasy as if there was something he was reluctant to reveal.

“I met him in the lobby. I don't want Johan to know. I just want to prevent a commotion. So I met him for a while and when I got back upstairs, Johan was already lying on the floor. Day ...” Vania couldn't continue her sentence, her chest tightened.

“What are you talking about? Please tell me everything in detail. Every detail you tell me will mean a lot in our investigation.”

“Barli knew we were there, he even knew the room number we rented. She's upset. He berated me for being in love with Johan.”

Hendrik was silent for a moment while keeping an eye on Vania. “Are you previously in a relationship with Barli?”

“Yes. I used to work for Barley. Barley is my boss. Ah, what does all this have to do with Johan's death?”

Hendrik ignored Vania's question and said, “that's not the kind of relationship I meant. You know the direction of my question. Have you ever had a love affair with Barli?”

Vania took a long breath. He knew he could no longer escape. “Ya.”

Hendrik then wrote something in his little notebook. Barley. He circled the name thickly with his pen. His eyes turned to Vania again. He looked into Vania's eyes fixedly and then asked, “did you put something into her wine?”

“What? The wine? I didn't put anything in. The wine is still sealed and I did not touch it because Johan opened the bottle and poured it himself.”

Hendrik cleared his throat while changing his sitting position he said seriously, “Johan died from cyanide poison in the wine he drank that night. The wine you brought.”

It was as if there was lightning striking in Vania's ears. The poison! Who would poison Daddy so much? Wh why? Hows it? Vania leaned limply in her chair.

“Why did you poison the victim?” asked Hendrik flat. As if he was convinced that Vania was the culprit.

“Acoxing? I told you I didn't do anything. I didn't poison Daddy. I don't know!” Vania was hysterically screaming.

He did not want Johan to die under such circumstances. The poison! The shadow of Johan shortly before his death haunts Vania. Her body was convulsing, a face as white as cotton, foam coming out of her mouth. Daddy must have suffered a lot. Vania screamed loudly before collapsing unconscious.