The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 65: RISWAN - PRITA

Riswan took a deep breath, he just realized something. Of course, everything he planned ended up completely failing. If one action ends up not good. Then, how will he complete the mission that is now the end of his death? All wrong.

"I have to see Max, but what about Sarah? The old man was hard to contact," Riswan walked back and forth in front of the ICU room, and when he saw a nurse coming from the left aisle. Suddenly, an idea popped up, then waved at the woman who was maybe three years old on top of her, "Suster, may I ask you a favor?"

The nurse walked over to Riswan, "What do you want help with, Dek?"

"So gini, Sus. I'd like to pick up papa from a patient who's in the ICU room, but the problem is. No one will take care of me. Can I take the patient?" riswan asked with his alibi, because he could not tell the truth, and fortunately the nurse was willing to help.

The young man left the hospital and without delay took longer. He immediately drove his favorite motorcycle down a fairly crowded highway. All his thoughts became more complicated. On one side there was Dela the girl with shoulder-length hair who disappeared to where with aunt from the residence Sarah, while on the other side Max also did not want to raise his call.

The journey must be passed with patience because of the situation of the streets that are stuck. Riswan must find an alternative way to get to Max's boarding house soon. He thought his comrades were reliable. Turns out to be wrong. But , that was not what disturbed his mind. The people in his life are not just anyone. It could be because of a wrong decision, making lives lost.

The red sports bike was passing through a narrow alley as a shortcut. After a twenty minute trip. Finally, Riswan began to reduce speed and stopped in front of a boarding house that was located at the corner of a row of mini house boarding houses. The young man went straight down, then ran small towards the door of the house in front there. Helmets are still used, but at a distance of less than one meter. His steps came to a halt with perfectly rounded eyes.

On the white floor were bloody footprints. For some reason, his feelings say something bad has happened. For a moment, he looked back and forth to ascertain the circumstances around him. Very quiet. At lunchtime, it means that the other residents of the boarding house still have not returned to their respective homes. I don't want to just speculate. The young man walked slowly while avoiding the traces on the floor.

His hands are not wearing gloves. He used his jacket to open the door. Right when the door opens. Such a tragic sight was clearly plastered before the eyes. A body with blood lying on the floor in a recumbent position. From a distance of two meters, the smell of carnation was already smelled. Now, Riswan can only curse in his heart at Max's stupidity.

After seeing the end of a Max. Riswan chose to go from that cost. Of course after checking some items, because he knew the habits of his friend who kept a copy of the recording whenever given a job. But this time there was no memory copy. There may be, but it's been taken by someone who committed the murder.

Dilemma and frustration experienced by Riswan. It is inversely proportional to Prita's feelings. Where the girl began to organize her life back by participating in a stock competition that some time ago broadcast from one of the radio. The blue map was hugged tightly with a sense of impatience waiting for the interview for the first time. Meanwhile, other participants look a lot of experienced.

The door of the interview room opened with the participants out, and a man in a suit holding the absentee from the competition candidates, "Miss Prita Amara, please come in!"

"I, sir," said Prita, then stood up, then walked up to the man in the suit into the interview room.

A large room with a table surrounded by five chairs. Two women and three men were judges. However, the two women inside covered their faces wearing unique masks. There was a curiosity, how the faces of the two women were. Unknowingly, Prita just daydreamed in front of the jury.

"Duke, it seems like this time the participant forgot how to talk," said the female judge dressed in a high cleavage-style pastel pink, "Young lady, do you just want to be quiet? Let's start your percentage!"

"When what you prepared becomes ruined. Then, throw it away! Relax, take a breath, then exhale. Start your percentage with trust, not with doubt."

Prita follows the instructions of the second masked woman. Take a breath, then calm your mind, "Good day, jury members. My name is Prita Amara. I am a student at the University of Regal Academy. My vision is to enter the competition to develop the spirit of business as a young generation and my mission is to develop my brother's business. All right, thank you."

"Good job, girl's," The second masked woman closes the list in front of her, then rests her body on the back of the chair, "Mother, for the participant this time. I leave your judgment to you. Good luck, Prita Amara."

The familiar voice of the second masked woman, made Prita's mind wander. However, if you ask what you shouldn't. He did not want an opportunity that only came once in a lifetime to disappear just like that. So it's better to hold back and let the jury judge. After waiting for two minutes. The masked woman first turned her head towards the participant.

"Your percentage we considered a failure, but after seeing our daughter's attitude. So we gave him one chance. Please register with the hotel manager. One more, for the next. Don't repeat like that" said the first masked woman, making Prita smile with gratitude for being able to get away.

Without the girl knowing. The person who made it inside was the enemy inside the campus. Well, the jury is the Phoenix family. The competition for shares is the second period of cooperation started by Queen herself. It's just that the family used a system for duty. So, at each stage of judging will be different jury.

Prita is welcome to leave the interview room, and it makes Rose take off her mask, "Mother, why is there Prita? I didn't expect to see the other side of the girl. As far as I know, he has a cafe business that hits. So it's unlikely to be short of money."

"Rose, life is always spinning. Sometimes up, sometimes down. We can go downstairs overnight, even in the blink of an eye. Didn't mommy always say. Do not judge people by social status, caste, gender, and age. Be humble to everyone. Although the Queen is a cold woman, but your mommy is not disgusted to carry street children. So always be a better person from time to time."

Rose nodded in understanding, then hugged Mother Rania. The activity still continues, while Prita outside began to take care of the registration that he had to do at that time. The girl was excited by the path of life that gave a new ray of hope.

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