The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 39: RADIO BROADCAST
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."
There was a soft sound inside the building, but no one would listen. The position of the house is abandoned and far from the homes of the surrounding residents. When viewed in its entirety. The rickety house stood in the middle of an unused wreath with a dry bush. Although the building still has an intact roof, well at least only a few small holes on top.
A long chain hanging on a pole protrudes down. Where the chain was tipped coiled on the wrist of a girl with a tangled and decked appearance. Her hair was loosely covered a pale face. While around him a lot of food wrappers and drink cans scattered.
"Let go, I...,"
The soft voice was still trying for the freedom he wanted to achieve. It's just that no one will help him because the place of confinement is really inconceivable. Meanwhile, Prita enjoys her journey by driving her car.
An accompanied trip and another vehicle made the girl turn on the radio. At least now someone was accompanying, and the news he heard shifted his slightly messy mind. Everything that happens today is being worked on in a series.
"Good morning by noon, FM 3 loyal listeners. Today the weather is so sunny without black clouds, just like the news I'm about to bring."
Radio broadcaster greeted all definite listeners from various places and was busy doing their respective activities, "Good news for lovers of business stock competition has arrived. Wait, before more. I don't understand it myself either. What's a business stock, but quiet guy's. Here is a special guest who will explain all of our ignorance. Please, Mr. Safi'i. Time and place, I take it."
"Thank you, bang Liem. Good name, are you of Chinese descent?" ask Mr. Safi'i just mince words before speaking to a serious topic.
"Well, you've always been the front line about that. All right, before I explain. Good afternoon everyone, introduce my name Safi'i. Job as a telephone receiver for the participants of the business stock grab."
"For sure when there is a word stock. In our brain all just one thought is money, money and money. Hehe, that's right. Business shares are usually calculated every turn of a certain time clock. The value of the rise and fall of the country's currency is always a benchmark. Same with shares. Sometimes it can skyrocket, but instantly it can drop dramatically."
"Don't worry. This competition is not about buying or selling stocks, but there are good-natured investors. He is ready to provide funds to provide capital for entrepreneurs and young generations who intend to have their own business. Although this is tempting. There are terms and conditions."
"Terms and conditions please listeners check at https.//competitionsaham2022. If you have any questions, you can send them to the services available on the browser page. I think that's enough. Once I hope a lot of interest because for the three winners will meet directly with the donor."
"One clause let everyone be enthusiastic about the competition for business shares. The donor this time gave a fantastic gift. Unfortunately, it's still a secret."
"Wow, after hearing Mr. Safi'i's explanation. Honestly, my soul floated. What prize will the winner receive? It will not disappoint. If you don't mind, can you give me a clue. Who's the donor, sir?" liem asked curiously.
"Curious right? Come along, I will write on the first list of registration" said Mr. Safi half-jokingly.
The conversation immediately made Prita smile meaningfully. The problem will soon be resolved thanks to the radio broadcast that accompanies his journey until the car enters the parking lot of the house. Footsteps to the house, where loneliness is still always perching. When the door opens. The look of his eyes greeted him, but that was not what surprised Prita. Rather the figure of a man covered in blood lying on the floor.
"What did you do?" prita asked speechlessly in a place with her body frozen.
