The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 38: STALKING - THE HOME OF REYOT
Yoke!
Yoke!
Yoke!
"Down, no, down, no." muttered Prita distracted by the sight before her eyes.
A formally dressed man was giving a lecture to a young man who covered his face with a palm. A slap that had just given a five-finger stamp became evidence of the anger of the middle-aged man standing in front of Prita's car.
"That's Riswan, why is he in Om Atmaja's office?" ask Prita to herself.
Notah what the two men are talking about different ages up ahead, but there must be something suspicious. Now his heart's intention changed direction with a few questions that stuck his mind. After being quiet for ten minutes in the car. Finally, Prita chose to follow the departure of Ridwan who rode his red sports motorcycle across the highway.
Like a stalker. He drives a car really very calculated every time he wants to overtake another car, even choosing to provide a distance that is quite not suspicious. Traveling from the main road, then turning to the road is making the mini Cooper car free without obstacles along any terrain.
The red sports bike stopped in front of a simple house. The glance of the house that Riswan came to looked unkempt, but the question. Whose house is that? Looks Riswan down, then take something out from behind the pants pocket. A pretty thick brown envelope. Where the envelope was put under the door of the house.
"What did Riswan actually do? What's that envelope? Why not knock on the door and immediately give to the owner of the house," Prita monologue alone with curiosity, only that why also Riswan did not immediately leave the house.
The feeling of impatience, made Prita distract him for a moment to take the phone from his pocket. At that moment, a hand came out from the wall hole by holding out a scuffed white paper which Riswan immediately received. Without opening, the young man rushed back to the motor. Then turn on the engine, and return to driving after finishing the job.
Meanwhile, Prita is confused to come back to stalk Riswan, again, or even check the house ahead there. If you want to continue the journey. It seems free, the motor sport has disappeared behind the turn at the end of the alley.
"I'll just check" he muttered, unbuckling his seat belt, then getting out of the car after the door was opened.
Prita walked fifteen steps from where his car was parked, until he stopped right in front of the house with the same position as the riswan standing earlier. Wooden door with rusty door hinges. Wild clumps in the yard, lush moss grows on some parts of the wall. And some wall holes as big as milk cans. The house should have just collapsed.
Geck!
Geck!
Geck!
Three taps were deliberately done by the girl to find out what was inside there. But there was no answer, once again Prita knocked and this time harder. But still there is no answer.
"I must be out of my mind. A rickety house like this, who wants to stay? Never mind, I'll just go home" said Prita and turned back to the door.
The girl walked away from the rickety house by humming her favorite song. The mood that is less improved makes Prita do not care about everything he has just experienced. The Cooper mini car left its place, and that's when. A hand with a black bracelet reappeared from behind the wall.
"Take it out, me."
