The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 119: Identity?

"I choose dare." Prita's disconnect without any trepidation, made Samsul whistle fascinated.

As the blaster girl said. Prita bangit from her seat, then walked around her best friend's two chairs. Where Della and Sarah sit next to each other, her body still quietly does not budge standing in the middle between the friends. But can the three of them be called friends? Actuallyno. He knows, if the cause of his brother crazy is the two girls who claim to be friends.

Everyone was tense waiting for what Prita would do. No exception to the audience who can only wait for the final result of each game. It is not just family relationships that are at stake. Tonight every relationship will be questioned, either friendship or hostility. It can be the friend of the enemy and the friend of the enemy. No one knew the outcome of the action all along.

''Please let my two best friends get out of their seats, Pinta Prita, make Samsul comply. After a beep was heard, he led the two girls to stand before him. The eyes clashed against each other, Ever since I knew you, not once did I complain. Especially acting as you please. You guys make a lot of riots. I'm quiet.''

''You make the problem bigger, I keep quiet. One of your mistakes involves my beloved sister. Do you know what it's like to die so many times? You breathe, but your soul drifts in the void. This feeling, will not change the condition of ka Amara who must be treated in a mental hospital. If killing is not a disgrace and a sin. My hands are glad to taste your blood. My enemy is not one, but two of you. Sarah Atmadja and Della Vincent.''

''Loe dare ama ....,''

His words stopped enjoying a touch of stinging heat, not play. One slap until the mask covering Sarah's face fell far enough. Della intends to help, but her face does not escape Prita's target. Hot air with twitching eyes, while in another room. The papa of the two girls felt unacceptable to scream as loud as possible. Unfortunately only those who hear because all the rooms will be a kite mode is broken.While the space that gets the mission becomes a mode on fire.

A satisfied smile was on Prita's pretty face. Satisfied? No. gabe. He only gives what is appropriate to both friends the taste of the enemy. Now, calmly, he sat down without guilt. This is only a shred of karma from one of the victims because the one who has the right to punish is not just him. Out there, many want to be able to feel to give punishment for each of their bad deeds.

''Next.'' Samsul was no longer able to say, for the first time he also dissolved in satisfaction in one movement. ''I'm traumatized asking you to present yourself. So, we vote.''

Samsul opened a panel.Where it was connected directly to all the rooms. A glass tube with colorful balls. The balls are numbered according to the members and multiplied by two. So, it's been wasted the first two player balls. There is no cheating, or discrimination. Each mission will be their destiny. Like luck clasped in their hands.

''Prita, take one ball, then turn it so that it can be split into two parts, then mention the name in the ball. Remember, whatever happens, there is no deception.'' Saamsul explained with so real firm without any doubt.

Without delaying what had to happen, the girl did exactly as Samsul explained. A white ball with a black line is the choice.play the ball until it splits into two, then show a name. A name that has always been a shadow in his life. I don't know why, but he felt like everything that happened must have something to do with that girl. If not, how could a game as big as tonight be held.

''Rose Qiara Salsabila.'' said Prita raised his hand to make the hidden camera see clearly the name in the ball.

One name that immediately ignites the hearts of many people.There is no peace because all that remains is anger in the ego. Sarah, Della and the others were fed up when the blue-eyed girl's name was heard piercing their eardrums. If you think about it again, it's not the girl's fault. They are the only ones who are not self-conscious.

''Rose, are you ready?'' tanya Samsul started the game again, after seeing Prita back sitting on his own bench. However, the one asked only gave a thumbs up word sign. ''Silence girl's, I like it. Let's start!''

''Turuth, name the sinners you know in odd numbers. Dare, show your true identity.'' Rose read the mission.

Like rain falling soaking up a bonfire. The heat turned cold. It is not a difficult choice, but truth without evidence simply means slander. At present, he has not received any concrete evidence. I don't know which one to choose. Except one is Dare.

For a moment he breathed. What does identity mean? Identity is a characteristic of thought, emotion and action. Not about treasure, let alone clan. If the identity concerns from the big name belongs to the parents. Of course, wherever the tongue goes. There will be respect without struggle.

No. gabe. Her identity will remain the same as Rose Qiara Salsabila. Not Luxifer or the daughter of a Queen because from the beginning only rely on her own abilities. Although the world doubts him, he knows who he is.

''I'm just Rose the daughter of a mother who's amazing to the lives of so many people. I am only the sun that always dwells in the shadow of the moon. There is no throne, there is only love.'' replied Rose chose dare without giving the opportunity to samsul to interject, let alone give a warning.

''Dare is obvious, but there is one problem. Why not mention it like everyone else? Names of parents, places of residence and so on. Isn't that what is called identity, but you actually reveal a puzzle.''s objection Samsul is not out of thought with a statement from Rose.

Rose smiled faintly, then took her phone out of her jacket pocket, then placed it on the table. ''If you sweep your identity like this inanimate object, it's not my fault. Every human being is born into the world of a different family. For those born into a family. It's ok, if we take the clan from the ancestors.''

''Then, what about the children who are born from deprived families? People always look down. Identity can change, but not personality. The world is advancing, open the viewpoint that is trapped in the name of clan, religion and culture.''

Perfect answers. Samsul clapped his hands feeling unable to argue with Rose anymore. The girl was absolutely right, even it became an enlightenment from the mind that had not understood the meaning of her own worth.

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