The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 93: TERROR

"Check that watermelon!" he pointed at the watermelon in front of him, but when he turned to look down. The little boy has disappeared. "What's?!"

In the real world. How could any child come, then disappear so quickly? Asfa thought of all possibilities, but Vans' arrival shocked him. Change the focus of attention. Moreover, the men who came brought a strange-shaped watermelon.

"Queen. This is a fake watermelon." reported one of his men while showing, the watermelon fruit they brought was just a miniature imitation using some special materials.

Vans watched closely, suddenly seeing something tucking off emitting a glint of light. Just raised his hand, intending to take what he saw. Asfa immediately clasped his hands, pulling away from the fruit.

"Bring to the lab!" asfa's decree grows increasingly suspicious that something is wrong with the situation in the Himalayan Village.

Whatever was trying to lurk, trying to get close to him. Whoever he is or they are. It will be found soon. While in a big city. The Cantika gang regrouped after some time separated by misunderstandings and disagreements.

Sarah, Della, Riswan and Prita. The four of them were gathered in a children's coffee shop. A tense, serious face exuded anxiety. Even though I enjoyed a cup of coffee. Still not to reduce the tension in their minds.

"Until when are we on the trus? I'm sick of the terror that always doesn't remember the place and time." complained Della furious with clenched hands, making Prita sigh long.

Riswan's trying to find a way out. He remembers his promise to Nara. Sarah herself still seemed indifferent to the veiled path of thought that would electrify all her enemies. The four of them, no longer a team in the sense of helping and supporting each other.

A real betrayal, but wrapped in peace. Sweet, though deadly. No one can read their hearts and minds. In the midst of finding evidence, revenge continues until it is forgotten. When one plays with fire, one must be ready to burn.

"May I know, what kind of terror do you get?" tanya Prita tries to trace the truth in order to think about who did it.

Sarah shifted her position while retrieving the phone from her sling bag. Then put the flat object on the table. "Loe, chek yourself. I want to tell you a story."

Prita harbors the first doubt about Sarah. Then he focused on checking starting from call history, whatsapp messages and some social media. Downloads of images and videos are carefully checked. This time, no one should be missed. The examination was carried out for fifteen minutes more.

"Next" said Prita shifted Sarah's phone to Riswan, he did not want to be a team analyzer alone.

Indirectly, the four of them are trying to piece together pieces of terror that have plagued life for the past few days, even today's meeting is not a coincidence. Like someone deliberately gathered the four children to reunite.

Among them, there was a person sitting not far from the meeting table. A thin smile with a surveillance camera attached to his tote bag. Camera on it, directed and recorded everything clearly.

The debate carried out by the Cantika gang grew fiercer, even Riswan kicked the table to stop accusations that pointed at each other's faces. The young man stood up, staring at the three girls in front of him. "Is this how you solve the problem? C!h, I'm mending sleep."

"Riswan. I returned first." continued Prita moved along, the steps did not want to care about others anymore.

Meeting with the end of farewell. Wasn't he? Maybe everything seems real, but that's not the plan. He wants proof, not a dead end. His efforts became futile, except rushing to do something. Well, don't want to waste time, he took a cell phone off the table.

The clumsy fingers dance over the tut's, the string of letters merging. The message is short, but full of meaning is clearly written. With the help of the share button, messages are automatically sent to the people of their choice. Where it was aimed at the four teenagers who started walking to their respective destinations.

He counted numbers, from three to one. His smile returned, when he saw Prita and Riswan turned around, then came back to Sarah and Della. The four of them looked at each other, then showed their respective phone screens. A message they get exactly the same time.

[Who am I? Do you like my puzzle game? Every breath you take, it's mine. Find me. If you have the guts.]