The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 109: THE WOUNDS OF A LEADER

"Mommy, who is he?"

Rose's curiosity is natural. Especially after seeing a body full of blood in the trunk of his car. Not just shock, but there was a huge question mark that plagued his mind. Not only that, just after paying attention. The smell of water also smelled from the clothes of the mommy.

"Mom, what does all this mean?" Rose asked again, but this time was more imposing wanting to get a definitive answer.

Excessive anxiety in his daughter's eyes. Just pulled out a thin smile that appeared faint in the darkness of the night. How to explain the thing that the princess has been shunned? If he's not on time. Surely the one covered in blood was Rose. Not the boy in the trunk.

"He's still alive, though he won't be the same. Who her? You'll know, once you get to Villa. So, come on in and don't argue with mommy anymore." Assertive Asfa, then opened the door for his daughter who would not, would not obey.

Both of them returned to the car. Asfa was focused on driving and Rose turned her eyes out. That girl, don't know. If at this time, the mommy must withstand the wound hidden from behind her black jacket. The smell is not coming from someone else's blood. But the blood of the woman herself.

Maximum speed, shortening their journey. However, not to go to Villa but to the main hospital whose direction and place are closer. After fifteen minutes of travel. Finally the two women got out of the car, then called the doctor to take the patient who knows who.

Half-broken face, hollow knees and could not be further elaborated. In addition to the body bathed in a deep red color with a pungent fishy aroma. Seeing the busyness of the doctors taking care of new patients.

Rose's attention was distracted, making Asfa cover towards another passageway. Strict footsteps with a calm face. All the staff who saw the queen passing by just bowed their body greeting and paying their respects.

Is so strong, that there is no expression of pain due to a stab wound deep enough behind his black jacket. Without a word. Asfa entered his room. Then take off the jacket that was thrown away. Blouse the sky blue color had already turned into a blood red color.

All removed, do not forget to take the medicine box that must be available in every room. Seeing a deep wound. The woman did not take a headache, did not even take a pillow to hold the sound of screams that might be heard echoing.

A queen who is used to wounds. It is impossible to make a sound just because of the treatment is not much. It was precisely the two hands of the woman deftly poured antiseptic drugs into a cotton swab, then cleaned the blood in her stomach. Then continue to give the drops and do not forget to wrap the bandage so that the wound can be safe.

Five minutes passed. Finally finished the treatment. When returning the medicine box. The look in his eyes stiffened with the princess's eyes. "Why stand at the door? Come inside! This is your room, too, Rose."

What the hell is going on? Out there, a young man has to get intensive care and in the room of the mommy. It is precisely his own mommy who treats wounds without asking for help or others. This is a hospital, not a market. The entire staff can do the treatment methods taught in the school.

"Mommy, how can you get hurt?" rose asked Asfa, an anxious look was inevitable.

"Rose, calm down." Asfa rubbed the melted tears that fell soaked his daughter's two white cheeks, "The risk of becoming a leader is to look strong even in a weak state of helpless."

"Mommy, this is unfair. Every time, Rose was like a kid yesterday afternoon who didn't know anything. Not about the mafia. Life, pain, the burden of mommy responsibility only. I don't understand any of that, even if it's just a fingernail. Do I deserve to be your daughter?"

Sometimes, when a human being is still in the process of seeking identity. There is a point, where feeling inappropriate even considers himself just a burden. However, during this time, the environment and foster care will be a comparison of the mindset of each child in his growth and development.

Asfa raised both hands, then grabbed the princess's face. Staring at her lovingly for the girl to calm down, "Rose Qiara Salsabila. No one will question your identity because you are my daughter. Mommy is grateful, your life is better and will always be safe."

"This injury, it's not a big deal. Hm. Now sit down, I'll make you a warm drink for us. At least it changed our mood. Aye, right?" continued Asfa no longer want to dispute things that can not be debated.

What's been going on. It can't be changed. The more he came, the more depressed Rose was. All because of problems at the university. Resilience with self-confidence that is still not stable. Not just from a mother's point of view. From the standpoint of a leader. Significant changes began to show results.

Instead of giving the answer to make his daughter satisfied. Asfa turned the girl's focus on something else. Unfortunately, Rose kept quiet while holding her mommy's hands together to stay still in front of her. The girl's gaze was so solemn, yet it returned a sweet smile that instantly melted down the entire defense.

"Mommy cheated." protested with a long sigh, all emotions gone already running without excuse.

Only one smile from the woman who gave birth to her. Wonder why the heart complies even though reason refuses. Is there some kind of hypothesis to control feelings? Not that kind of thing. The reality is only about proving love that is impossible to get rejection.

"Okay, Rose, please, but Mommy just sit down and let this king's daughter serve her queen" Rose said, then guide her mommy to sit in a chair of greatness that has been a world of work to meet the needs of her life.

The togetherness of mother and child that increasingly unites the inner bond. Both resigned in love, fought for the king and acted as they should. Nothing stands out because it complements. Asfa has the soul of the leader and Rose who has a soft heart.

The night passed so quickly. Change the sunlight to welcome the chirping of birds flying dancing in space. Today, a piece of news shocked the entire campus. News of the disappearance of one of the students majoring in English literature who was a finalist of the string selection yesterday.

Like a blaze. The news spread, even many alibis that made a confusing distortion. Including a complaint by one of the students who said they saw the last Pangestu Mahardika on the day of the failed senate election.

"Rose, do you think the young man just disappeared?" ask a student sitting next to Rose.

The girl with blue hair just shook her shoulders. Wanna say what? He alone was not so up to date with all the events that happened in Regal Academy. However, one that is believed. Something must be wrong.

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