The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 23: ROSE'S REQUEST - SARAH'S ANGER

Asfa let go of his embrace after saying everything he had to say. The gazes of the eyes of the two met each other, the calm blue netra washed away the property of the graceful lady, and the soft but innocent blue netra. "Thank you, mommy always advised me. I know my way is too rash because it gets carried away by emotions. So what's the advice, mommy?"

"Their hand becomes the beginning of the struggle. Your job is now to protect all the underprivileged students, and to brief them to defend themselves. Do you understand what mommy means?" Clearly Asfa was looking at her daughter.

Rose smiled, "Understand. But, can his training be reduced and let me put the bike back on."

"Everything for you my princess." Answer Asfa rubbed Rose's cheek.

"Can you, Mom? That motorbike." Rose made sure she did not mishear, making Asfa chuckle softly. "Mommy."

"Congratulations, Rose. Mommy always gives you anything as long as it's true, but remember. Racing is not allowed!" Obviously Asfa instantly silenced her daughter who was puffing her cheeks into chubby. "My beautiful daughter. Your expertise in hackers, mommy admits, but not with your driving skills. Don't pass my rules, unless fate says you must fight in this cruel world."

"Mommy's always number one." Rose hugged Asfa with a sweet smile.

There is no need to continue arguments or refute the woman who gave birth to her. Every breath belongs to the mommy. Family love is always obtained without ever feeling the lack. Do not ask about facilities because for life a mafia leader's daughter is abundant in quality goods and certainly guaranteed. However, no family member teaches you to be arrogant. Moreover, spending money without any benefits.

"Mom, when can Rose race?" asked the girl was immediately rewarded with a pinch of her pointed nose. "Mommy!"

"Not now, honey. Continue your martial arts training and shoot first, after that let's race. How's it?" hail Asfa without hesitation.

Rose let go of the hug, then stretched out the little finger of her right hand. "Promise?''

"Promise." Asfa hooks her pinky together with the princess's pinky. "Deplace your clothes, mommy wait downstairs!"

"Mom, can you hug me again?" rose asked with her puppy eyes.

Asfa grabbed her daughter's body. He kissed Rose's head solemnly. Every best prayer is offered in his heart. The fear of nothing but the worry of the life Rose chose aroused the maternal soul that was within her. Elsewhere, angry faces looked at each other.

Even though the middle foot is currently soaking in the pool. It still does not take the heat out of their hearts and minds. Until the sound of footsteps distracts everyone. Where a waiter carries a tray of cold drinks.

"Excuse me, Miss. Please drink it." said the waiter thrust one glass at his master.

The glass is not accepted, but immediately rejected until pushed far enough and fell. The resulting sound was quite loud, making the waiter instantly cover his ears.

"What's loe senile? Right now we're just the two of us. Not three. I must be a one child.." - Sarah with wrath.

Dela developed her mischievous smile, "Gue has an idea, but for that you persuade your papa. Can you?"

"Passured papa? About it is easy. What's loe's idea?" ask Sarah enthusiastically.

Dela looked at Sarah more seriously. "Make his brother Prita persuade Prita to want to obey you. Surely you understand what I mean, and one more thing makes sure Uncle Atmaja gives you a heavy threat."

Dela's crazy idea, made Sarah laugh. It is truly a fortune to have a colleague who has so much sense. Even though that shoulder-length hair girl has no academy value, but make no mistake. If asked to make a plan, it must have a thousand solutions.

"Sar, stop your laughter. Your mama will come can be bad." said Della.

"Mama? I forgot something about that, wait here!"

Sarah left Dela without looking back. Wet bare feet running down the floor into the house. A luxurious house decorated with many modern ornaments. Some of the servants who did the work immediately stepped aside from being seen by their lady. It is natural because the anger of the young master is very well known as the angry princess. No one wants to be around that girl. If not for doing the duty as a servant.

"Hey! Comehere!" sarah shouted at the side doorkeeper.

An old man in a black guard uniform ran over to his young lady in a hurry.

"Yes, Non. Can anyone help you?" asked the guard to lower his head.

"Where's mama?" ask Sarah.

The housekeeper looked up with a pale face. His eyes looked back and forth with trembling lips. Seeing the strange gurgle of his guard, made Sarah stare sharply.

"Do you need a whip? I asked where my mom was. Napa loe even diem, huh?!" Sarah's touch was impatient as she pushed the guard.

"Non, amulet. Madam.., um....,"