The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 107: THE SANITY

The girl felt she had to finish what she started. Doubts that further distort the heart. Promises and ties seem meaningless. Rose tried to muster up the courage to fight again. I don't know what he'll face after this.

The thunderous turmoil, continued to be a new spirit forging for Rose. Elsewhere, Sarah was angry. The girl enjoyed seeing the punishment Della received, from her. Where the girl with shoulder-length hair should be silent in the middle of the pool. Now the time is nine o'clock at night.

"Loe, it doesn't make any difference to Prita. Inexhaustible." Sarah paced back and forth while pointing a finger at Della, a red-eyed look with a piercing sharp look. "Gue said, make all the executions before the senate elections start. Uh, you're making additional drama. See, what's the result."

"Sar, not gini either." Della's protest shook her hands until the water splashed, "Don't be crazy, I still have a lot of plans. Shrimp yes, it's cold."

Not wanting to listen, Sarah covered her ears with both hands. Then a small hum. The girl further irritated and infuriated Della. How can, my friend be treated in such a way. What all this time, he's been less devoted? If only his father did not depend on financial support for the construction of the latest clinic.

Sarah's behavior is not thinking of others. Even if it is a friend who always gives support. Just opened a man from upstairs smiling meaningfully. As a father, he could see whose daughter had whose blood. But the man forgot himself. If the princess's stupidity can drag her into big trouble.

Instead of giving advice so that Sarah can be a good and responsible person. Mr. Atmadja was busy making video calls with one of his female friends. Of course, a paid woman, not a woman who will replace her late wife.

Insanity was spreading inside the house, as was the case in a sick rumqh. Where Mr. Vincent is. Papa Della standing in front of the operating table. Special glove-lined hands turn red with a rancid aroma that oozes out.

"The patient cannot be saved. What about the patient's family?" the sister asked panicked at the failure of the operation that had occurred three times a day.

Doctor Vincent put his demonic smile behind the mask, "Report of the results of the operation. The patient has heart failure. The operation cannot continue. Death time at nine is eight minutes."

Sister resigned, then took notes as the Doctor wanted. His hands were trembling, not because of the corpse on the operating table. Instead of remembering all the actions of the doctor who so has no heart. I was eager to report, but after all he heard about the hospital news. His nose squealed.

How not to creep disco. If he sees with his own eyes. Doctor Vincent heartlessly dissects the body of a patient who still has half consciousness. As a nurse has tried to remind, but the only swear.

Who her? Only a new nun should take the place of a companion to Doctor Vincent. One day, it feels like centuries. Withheld nausea, mixed with emotions concerned about the fate of patients who should be operated on.

The world is beautiful, even beautiful. All will be beautiful, when staring at the sky filled with stars. However, humans forget to subdue the gaze. Occasionally looking down there is only soil, with grass that is sometimes so dry.

Like a wind blowing. Time passed without a word. What happened on the day of the second term of the Senate election changed the views of the students. For a few days, so many new things in Rose's life.

Not only friends, but some lecturers also consider themselves to exist. Nature says, the dry season has passed changing the rainy season. The atmosphere with drastic changes.

Unfortunately, all of this did not change his purpose. As long as the sinners are still wandering around, he will stop at nothing to seek justice. Anyhow, every offender should get a proper punishment. Even if you have to fight harder.

Campus canteen. During the break. Suddenly a student came to Rose who was waiting for her order. Face filled with blue bruises with swollen lips. Like just getting violent, but who is he?

"Can you sit?" Asked the student, but his eyes kept coming and going in fearing something.

After everything that happened, there was a sense of alertness and not wanting to be rash. Moreover, some bully victims actually deny its existence. So, taking care of yourself is required. Unfortunately, the young man ignored the drinking water he was offering.

"I'm Vino, one of Riswan's motorcycle gang. Whatever I say, you're the only one who can help us." Vino turned his head back and forth, after making sure it was safe. He took out a piece of paper, then as fast as he could put it down the spoon.

"Come to that place, at the same night and at the same time. You'll know who's behind your best friend's abuse." Vino moved from his place, lest anyone see him meet Rose, "I go first."

Rose let out a long sigh, she could not believe Vino's amnigu attitude. How the young man who is usually busy playing motor sport machines, suddenly guts like a pinch rat. Something's weird, but what? The deepest corner of his heart felt pity with the battered face of the young man. Common sense prevents him from believing.

I don't want to draw conclusions so early. He took the paper that hid under the spoon, then opened the folds of the paper. "Isn't this address a sports center? Well, as I recall one of Satpam's children became a teacher in yoga there."

"Wait a minute." Rose was trying to find a gap in her heart's doubts, "Do I have to ask? But the time is set tomorrow night. Is it possible to meet at night in a sports hall, huh?"

Don't want to be rash. Rose searched all the information about the building. From the start of the opening time, activities, members and so on. Nothing is left behind. All are obtained easily until some names from the membership row attract his attention.

'Alright. I want see," Rose smiled, then re-entered her phone.

Time does not ask for promises. Except as much as human expectations. When destiny brings truth into falsehood. The world is covered in a fog of selfishness. Too shallow to understand, but too simple to describe.

What does struggle and help mean? When nature does not approve. Rose gave up the past, but did not want to let go of the perpetrators. This is not just a struggle, but the search for the finger of self for life.

"I want our campus to be peaceful. All students can share like friends or can be brothers. Rose, can that hope be realized?" asked Nara with a sad face staring at the basketball court while enjoying the punishment of one of the lecturers.

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Do not forget to spread the spirit yes, to the work of the othoor.