The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 5: HOTEL COMPLAINT

Rose begins a new life by making a revenge plan to uphold equality and justice in the Regal Academy. Where now he is sitting on a one-meter-high round chair accompanied by a glass of pure avocado juice.

"All my plans are done. Welcome to the world of Rose Qiara Salsabila Luxifer, I can't wait to see the reaction of all the villains who took away my best friend."

The sound of footsteps distracted him, making the teenager hurriedly fold the strategy paper he had just finished making. Then go back to enjoying the juice as if nothing is hidden. Until a gentle rubbing on the head made him look up at the graceful woman with the blue sea with a sweet smile like a flower petal blooming.

"Hay, Princess. How's school?" asked the woman with a gentle, affectionate look at the single princess.

Rose returned her mommy smile with a tight hug. Her hands were perfectly circular at the waist of the mommy. "Always fine, Mom. Tumben mommy at home? Is everything all right?"

"Hmmm. The same question for you, can tell you one truth. Why is mommy's princess staying at home at this hour?" Mommy Rose asked back to make the beautiful girl release both hands from the body of the mommy, then snatched the juice on the table.

There's no answer. Elsewhere, in a five-star hotel. Three girls with fashionable looks enter the lobby, one girl among the three walking in the arms of two friends. Who else if not Dela, Sarah, and Prita.

"Sar, why not at the cafe? We just want to talk with ortu." chirped Prita while holding the body of his best friend intermittently.

Sarah glanced at the cynical Prita. "You're the smartest student on campus, but about the rich gini just don't understand. Ck!"

"My Barbie president, if at the hotel we can freely chat without having to see other visitors. Look at Sarah's situation anyway!" Dela rolled her eyes glancing at Sarah, making the girl who was glimpsed nod. "Let's not let any other student know about the tragedy this morning, come on!"

Genk cantika went straight to the elevator without making a reservation because papa Sarah who is usually called Mr. Atmaja has made a reservation since the princess's complaint call was received. His third step was quite slow, making the footsteps behind them manage to catch up.

"Come on! Later, check inside, is your papa not there yet?" A man pressed the elevator button in front of him and let the cantika genk enter first.

Dela only smiled faintly hearing her papa's concern for Sarah. As a child, it is rarely given special attention. Of course no one knows how the condition of the relationship between father and son is because outside the home attitudes will change.

Not wanting to take heart, Dela still helps Sarah with Prita. Sure enough, Mr. Vincent followed by pressing the elevator button, "What floor?"

"Floor 3 room number 150 Sun." replied Sarah.

Number three pressed down, slowly the door began to close getting narrowed, but a hand painted in dark blue nails held one of the doors. The elevator door was wide open again. A gust of wind blew away the black hair of a woman with a relaxed and fashionable appearance. Her strands of hair blocked the view, making the woman shake her head.

A smile becomes his trademark. "Hay, sorry late. May join?"

"Ka? Come inside!" Prita simply replied without even looking at her brother's face.

"Congratulations, Prita. How are you all doing?" miss Amara asked with footsteps in the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, there was only silence.

"Hoolaa? Are we gathered to be silent? What the fuck?!" miss Amara's protest, made Prita take a deep breath and then intend to reprimand the brother who was so aggressive.

"Sorry, KaCan. We'd better talk in the room, but it's not safe here anyway." Sarah answered stopping Prita's hand that almost touched her brother's shoulder.

(KaCan stands for beautiful kaka 🤭)

Sarah nodded in understanding. The silence continued until the four men left the elevator after two minutes of enjoying the box room together. Steps still walk down the hotel hallway past several rooms. Until room number 150 the Sun was found.

"Let me tap or you guys have a duplicate key?" chirps Miss Amara.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

In just a few minutes, the door opened with the appearance of a wave of hands from the inside, "Come on, come in!"

Genk cantika walked in front, then followed by Miss Amara, then last Mr. Vincent. Now rooms with modern all-white designs welcome them. The fragrant aroma of food rippled all over, making the stomach protest.

"KaCan, Om, please sit down! Daddy, where's mama?" Sarah breaks away from the help of her two best friends, and limps over to her father, who is busy tidying up sheets of paper from the living room table.

"Son, just sit down! Wait a minute, let daddy finish this, your mama's in the kitchen." replied Mr. Atmaja casually.

Half an hour later. It was only the six humans who had the same goal gathered in the living room. Sarah sat on the shoulder of the daddy, Dela chose to sit on the sofa single, Prita instead sat on the floor with a mobile phone, Mr. Vincent chose to sit near a table covered by dozens of the latest tabloids, he said, miss Amara sat next to Sarah half a meter away.

"Can you say, what really happened?" Mr. Atmaja started the meeting seriously.

Sarah grabs her daddy's right hand with her sad eyes, making Mr. Atmaja frown. "Why is my daughter sad? Daddy doesn't like your pretty face to be gloomy. Whatever daddy's gonna do for you."

"Om, maybe Sarah won't be telling the truth. So, let me represent my best friend." Dela took a stance like a leader.

Mr. Atmaja, Mr. Vincent and also Miss Amara listened to Dela's confession of the tragedy this morning without being left behind. In fifteen minutes. Finally Dela the shoulder-length hair girl completed the dramatic story of a queen drama version. Hands clenched with teeth snapping, making Mr. Atmaja grab a vase on the table and throw it in front of him.

Pyaaar!

"Dad?'' call Sarah, "I'm ashamed after what the little girl did, I want a poor girl like the cupu to be severely punished. If necessary, just remove it from campus. Please dad, I don't want to lose my prestige at Regal Academy."

Sarah's whining was so powerful, "Whatever for my only daughter, but your wounds must be avenged. Right no? Daddy's got a better plan, than getting the girl out, how?"

"What's your plan, Mr Atmaja?" ask Mr. Vincent.

"My plan is..," Mr. Atmaja gave a long explanation for half an hour and was greeted with debate until an hour passed, then a meaningful smile appeared to rise in unison.

"Deal, what about you, Miss Amara?" asked Mr. Vincent to look at the adult woman with seductive eyes.

"Deal, anything for my brother's safety." Miss Amara glanced at Prita, where the girl actually returned to play with a cellphone as if she had not heard anything.

The agreement in the cantika genital meeting with their families reached its goal. However, not with the silence of the blue-eyed girl who is now stricken with tension. The sharp eyes full of intimidation of the mommy rained down like a sword.

"Mom..., um....,"

The mommy held up a piece of paper, making the girl painstakingly swallow her saliva. How could her mommy get that strategy paper? It's hard to hide, it's still getting caught.

"Tell!" tell the mommy no longer want to pause time.

The wait of nearly two hours was enough to buy her time. "Rose Qiara Salsabila Luxifer!''

Rose let out a long sigh, then straightened her sitting position while returning the mommy's gaze seriously, but feelingly. It dimmed the sharpness of her mommy eyes.

"Mom, on the campus where Rose studied there was one gang that used to bully middle-class students or kids like me. They assume....,"

"Rose!" The mommy gave a warning to her daughter to talk to the point.

Mommy always wants to be strong. The story system at length will never work.~batin Rose while circulating the view in various directions, it makes a graceful woman who was originally silent and still calm, immediately standing.

His hand grabbed the phone on the table, and was ready to dial the number that became his goal. Every movement from the mommy, makes Rose quickly make a decision. "Mom, Rose became a victim of bullying."

The deg!