The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 42: YOUR WIFE!- WHISPERING STUDENTS

"Why did this happen? I'll see what happens and at least this could be additional evidence. Especially if what I think is right, then the woman should I cooperate with." continued the person followed where the veiled woman went.

The veiled woman approached the man who was seducing the comfort woman. He pulled the man's hand away from the crowd. Unfortunately, the man immediately threw down, even pushing the body of a veiled woman to fall into the floor.

"What the fuck, you! Play pull aja. Who are you?" the snapping of the man made the veiled woman remove her face cover and the eyes of the two met each other.

"Me, Wife. Did you forget about me? I was waiting for you at home, but what are you doing. Instead busy playing with comfort women," said the woman held a sense in her heart.

"Wife? Which wife? I do have a wife, but my wife is just a fan of my lust. What are you thinking, right? Just leave because I don't need you right now," The man snapped while giving a sharp look, but after that he chose to grab the body of the comfort woman and return to do what was delayed.

The sight before my eyes was disgusting. There is nothing more to expect from a husband who likes to play women and commit domestic violence. He thought that with his arrival giving reprimands for the umpteenth time, it could change the behavior of the husband. It turns out it was just wishful thinking. If it wasn't for the princess, she wouldn't be as reckless as she is at the moment by coming to the nightclub.

"Mas, gohome! Have you forgotten Sarah? He is our daughter and he needs us. I beg you to come home with me for Sarah's sake, "persuade the woman with a sad look, not even caring if she has to beg with her husband's feet.

Unfortunately, the man did not melt. He is increasingly disgusted by his female behavior. The woman who was married and gave a daughter. But that does not mean he will make his wife as queen.

"I'm Atmaja, and who are you? Don't you think that after being my wife, it will rule my whole life. For me you are just a mother and a maid at home. So get out of my sight" The man really did not want to talk to his wife anymore and instead chose to be with the comfort woman to leave the veiled woman who was already crying without a sound.

The club's visitors, seeing all the scenes was like drama. No one helped or acted. They only listen without compassion. Come on this world is like that, full of selfish people and do not want to know the affairs of others. Never mind helping, to just extend your hand is very to do. People just want to look and ignore like the wind then.

Madam Atmaja chose to rise from her place, then by removing the tears that soaked both cheeks. He stumbled to shake off the shame and did not want to see all the truly disgusting gazes on him. There was no more pity in his heart. This is enough and there are no more feelings.

"I promise as your wife. I'll make you regret doing all this to me. I still accept every violence you've committed, but after yelling at me repeatedly. Now I only care about my daughter no more than that" murmured madam Atmaja out of the club.

When the woman came out. Someone followed from behind with a definite step following the wife of Atmaja. That man is none other than Vincent. Men who work as doctors. He was waiting for an opportunity to get a much bigger coffers of money. However, suddenly a car stopped right in front of Madam Atmaja and the woman went straight in as soon as the car door opened.

"Oh, **!!*! Why did he get in that car. Who else picked up the woman, or maybe she cheated on her too? No. gabe. That's not possible. An innocent woman can't seem to do anything sneaky." Vincent thought hard, but found no answer, "If not cheating there must be something hidden."

The moon ran towards the contest, changing the sun to welcome the morning. When everyone returns to their activities. Likewise with campus children who begin to arrive into the lecture building area. Look at all the students looking very excited though there are some who still look lazy and reluctant to start a schedule that may be too crowded for the students.

"Huft, shouldn't there be an election this morning, huh?" ask a student in simple boy clothes.

"Yes, yes" answered the others.

"Who do you want to choose? Especially that last demo. The demo was a surprise...,"

"who do you mean?" ask the others enthusiastically no longer restrained.

"That, loh, that was once a hickey. Now it's really pretty. Well, I'm losing, you know. Uh, but you guys didn't hear that. If no one left yesterday."

"Oh, really? Indeed why? Any recent news? Oh, yeah I heard it too. It's a coincidence, yeah. It's a cantika genk and Rose didn't leave yesterday. It's weird?"

"Everything, anyway. Somehow everyone was in unison not to leave when the others left, but I saw Sarah and Dila yesterday. Both of them are playing at the place. In the Mall but yes maybe it is again in lazy learning. The rich man's son. We who can't afford can only listen to the doank."

The discussion of the students so boisterous heated up the atmosphere in the morning. Some talk about it and some talk about it. Especially when talking about the demo conducted by Rose. Absolutely everything they saw was like a miracle and it was something that could be said to be extremely impossible. Moreover, during this time the power of the Cantika gang has nothing to match.

At the same time a motorcycle drove so fast and entered a special parking area motorbike. The eyes of everyone were stunned by the arrival of the motorbike, especially when the person who climbed the motor down and then took off his helmet. The reddish mane black strands of hair are really tempting.

"Wow, isn't that Rose? Since when can the girl ride a motorcycle? He usually just rides a bike."

On the other hand a car also enters the parking area. The car was clearly whose. Sarah and Dila got out of the car at the same time. While Rose was still busy justifying her slightly messy hair. The girl looks so fashionable with clothes that today are much more elegant and more neatly arranged. Likewise with the Cantika gang where the two girls always look trendy, but on the other hand a car came back.

The beautiful Prita got out of the car with a more closed appearance. Why is the girl alone? Many students have a question mark about what happens to everyone. Why more and more days just become a conversation, until the students run to enter the lecture building and of course after the bell sign rang.