The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 94: BUS to the TOMB
[Who am I? Do you like my puzzle game? Every breath you take, it's mine. Find me. If you have the guts.]
"Crazy, this doesn't really make sense." Riswan grabbed his own hair, "Now, what do you want? I think whoever it is is we're around here."
It was also true what Riswan said. Sarah, Della dizzy to see every seat occupied by other visitors. Unfortunately the people they were looking for. There's nothing more. He who walks leaves the coffee sop through the back door. The search for the teenagers only ended in vain.
His footsteps stopped after walking for quite a while until he reached the nearest stop. Simple appearance, but the carry bag looks luxurious and classy. The man sat down, waiting for the bus that had a schedule at 14:00 wib. That means ten more minutes.
That brief wait made him hum a song from a utopia entitled between nothing and nothing. A gust of wind blew over waving his long, pitch-black hair. Several times the hand raised justifies the location of the glasses that continue to sag.
Ten minutes passed, from the turn at the other end. The bus appeared, making the man wake up. Walk two steps, then wave his hand for the bus to stop. The creaking sound of the engine being braked slowly sounded so clear.
"Come, up!" A long glove-covered hand stretched out from the door of the bus to coincide with the vehicle stopping.
Eyes glare at each other. Welcomed a helping hand that is always a reinforcement every step of his life. His steps moved to the bus. The sound of the bus was heard again walking, making the two people who were still standing at the bus door embrace each other warmly.
Travel is short, but life is always about complicated travel. Both are in the back seat. The carrying case changed hands, but the phone was used to carry out the terror. Suddenly it was thrown out the window. After cleaning the fingerprints.
"Now, what's the next step?" asked the successor so slowly, while the one asked looked ahead considering what he had done just to reveal the truth. "....,"uh"
"Don't talk about it here. We're going to a safe place." he replied without wanting to make a fuss, let alone provoke the attention of others.
After the bus passes three stops. The last two passengers asked to stop near a public cemetery bordering a residential area. The sound of a vehicle engine with horns sounding further away, making the two men walk into the gate of the public cemetery.
Rows of gravestones that seem so calm do not disturb the calmness, even the footsteps are both firm and sure. A tomb in the name of Nara became a destination, the tomb which now has a sign that is a red rose that blooms.
"Assalamu'alaikum, my sister. Howareyou? You know, my heart breaks every time I remember your quick departure. Why did God take the man I loved so quickly? I ....,"
He could not continue to reveal his innermost heart. If you had accepted Nara's offer for one campus. Perhaps today, her sister is still alive lecturing on every mischief she does. The regret came too late.
His lips trembled, the gaze of the dewy eyes releasing a rain of salt flowing down his two cheeks. Grasping dry land, hoping longing will be channeled. The bitter taste that slashed no one saw that.
"Go back to your city. This fight, let it be mine. I don't want to, you're stuck with a grudge. If possible, don't ever go back to this town."
For what? Go back to his town and let the Nara exiles roam free. No. gabe. That is not the goal, what he wants is to see the same suffering in the eyes of the Cantika gang with other perpetrators.
"Rose! I'll never come back." she refused to stare rawly at the girl with the blue net, "They should feel the same way, as Nara felt. No word of compromise."
The grin that was on her back with an uncontrollable look, made Rose clutch the shoulder of the girl who had a face almost like Nara. He stared at the grim eyes, "I saved you not to make you a life bet. Just once, Riswan realized you weren't there. You know the continuation."
