Auntie Yara and I sat with tense faces. Our hands were clasped together in anxiety. Unexpectedly, Lyka, whom we had played a prank on, fainted after going in and out of the toilet five times. Occasionally, we exchanged glances, speaking through our eyes. I was sure the dose Auntie Yara put into Lyka's food was small because I measured it myself. The effect shouldn't have been this severe. She had only been to the toilet five times. How could she have passed out already?
Lyka's face visibly changed after she complained of a stomachache. At first, Auntie Yara and I enjoyed her discomfort, but gradually it made us anxious. Especially when Lyka came out of the toilet looking pale. The redness of her face faded.
Then the surprising thing happened. She fainted.
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"Lyka, Lyka, what's wrong?
