The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 51: ENTERING MALIK'S HOUSE

The girl reached out her hand, then smiled, "Include me, I'm Prita. I came here to ask permission, to check on Malik's house. I don't mean to mess around, even you can accompany me to check on him. However, I had to check the house because there were things I could not explain. Is it allowed, sir?"

Mr. Darso stared fixedly at Prita. The man scrutinized the appearance from top to bottom of the girl in front of him, "You, his friend Malik, Deck?"

"You could say so, sir, but. If I am honest. Maybe, you won't believe it. I desperately need to check on Malik's house."

Courage Prita, making Mr. Darso nodded his head in understanding. The man realized something behind the girl's face. Even though it's so firm, still. There was no ill will from the look in his eyes, "Wait a minute, Dek. I'll get the keys to the house first."

Mr. Darso went inside the house, then took the key and went back out. The man didn't forget to close the door on his house, "Come on, Deck. We're going to Malik's house together."

"Come, sir." Prita answered and followed Darso's footsteps from behind.

Now, the two again walked down the road to Malik's house. No conversation or just talking to each other. Although there was a sense of anxiety in the girl's heart. Prita still can not retreat because this is his job. All for the sake of the brother who now still does not know, where Amara is.

Fifteen minutes later.

The page was quite spacious and also looked so very quiet. Like there is no life at all. Mr. Darso opened the door of the main house, then the man invited Prita to go inside, "Please come in and don't worry. You won't bother me. So, you can check or do anything in this house, but make sure that nothing ever shifts from its place."

"Good, Sir. If you really want to come, please come in. I will not forbid" replied Prita, before stepping foot into Malik's house.

The house is quite engap and dusty but all neatly arranged just covered so much white cloth. A glance at the eyes. The house is designed in a kejawi style. Seen from several types of wall ornaments in the form of puppets and keris arranged in stages according to their size.

Prita's steps are taken into account, because the goal is not the main room of the house malik. A room hidden from the eyes. The girl counted every ceramic she had passed, watching the pattern lines drawn on the ceramics.

"This is the eleventh ceramic, I must reach the twentieth ceramic with the coat of arms of the dragon...,"

Abandoning Prita's efforts to become a spy. Elsewhere, a bunch of thugs were partying. Party with various types of snacks and drinks, until the activity does not remember the time is still day with the hot sun out there. The iron door creaked, making the horde distract them. All gazes, fixed on someone who had just entered with a hooded appearance.

"Boss, Loe here? Tumben, what's going on?" ask one of the thugs to get up from his comfortable position, then grab a bottle of cold soda and throw it at the person who just walked in.