Hidden Identity: My Beloved Mafia Queen
Chapter 3: Finding a Place to Live

Clara walked through the slum, densely populated. He needs to be bored for now. A place to shelter. From heat and rain.

The heat of the sun, made him sweat a little. He wiped his sweat with his hands, and fanned himself. The weather today is very hot.

Clara is confused, where she must find a place to stay.

"Mom, the mineral water!"

"This, Neng!" a salesman of mineral water thrusts drinking water towards Clara. Clara sat on a wooden bench. While downing the drinking water, he surveyed the surrounding area.

"Huresturerrrr!"

A bunch of young people chasing each other. Baku hit is inevitable again. Someone brought wood. Carrying spatula. Carry the lid of the pan. There are also those that carry gallons and other kitchen utensils.

Cover the pot and gallons fly. Spatula also did not remain silent. Especially wood. They have a role to play to defeat the opponent.

"Instead youuuuuu!" yells a young man.

"Let's get your ass!"

BUGH ...

BUGH ...

BUGH ...

BRAKK ...

BRAKK ...

"Auw," choked the pretty girl. His body was pushed, and he tumbled backwards. From the back, a woman would smash wood at the girl.

From a distance, Clara saw the incident. He kicked a pot that was nearby. About the hand of the woman who was about to hit a blunt object towards the girl. The girl ran somewhere. Clara is approaching. Help the girl stand up. Stretched his hand.

Sophia!

"Aren't you a student at Panca Bhakti University?"

"Lecturer Bu!" sofia's face was a little surprised. Apparently what helped him was his own lecturer.

"How can you ... !" haven't finished the sentence. Sofia pulls Clara's hand to get away from the crowd.

"That was your friends!" Sofia nodded, "It's not that they also went to college there!" Sofia just smiled.

Holy hooch! It turns out Sofia was in the mob. What the hell is he doing?

"Stop!" shout Clara. Trying to stop student fights. And some of them are their own students, and half, out of nowhere. Clara doesn't know that well.

"If you don't stop, I'll report this to the police. I am a lecturer from Panca Bhakti University. So it's not hard for me to report all of you to the authorities!" snapped it.

Instantly they stopped. The young man who was frightened by Clara's bluff, they immediately left the place. Police business will surely be long-tailed. And they don't want that to happen.

"Why did you stop us, Mom?" snarled a young man. Clara looked at her students.

"Yes, right," they answered in unison trying to blame Clara.

"Hey, I'm your lecturer. Can't you guys respect me more?" yells.

"Was it by doing brawls like this, your parents are proud of what you did?" yell Clara again.

"Mom knows what about us? If you don't know anything, you better shut up!" snapped again.

"Raphel!" sofia shouted, "Don't do it, after all he is our lecturer!"

"Lo scared?" Rafael smiled cynically, "Gue is not afraid! Just with a cupu lecturer like him, I will never be afraid!"

Prock ...

Prock ..

Horeee ....

Their applause was boisterous.

"Raphel!"

"Let's guys get out of here!"

Damnit damnit! They say I'm a cupu lecturer! If only I wasn't undercover, I chopped you all up!

They all left the place. Clara just gawked at where she stood. He could hardly believe it, a mobster could have been snapped up by a boy yesterday afternoon. Then he tried to control himself.

"I'm sorry my friends, Mom!" abugn.

"Who's your name?"

"Sofia, Mom!" Sofia felt intimidated, "Mom, please don't report this to the Rector. If that happens, I can be suspended, Mom! If I get suspended, my mother will be sad!"

"Then why are you following along?"

"Because .. ! E, that!"

"Let's answer!"

"Because the young man who was yelling at my mother was my girlfriend, Mom!" she nodded her head, "I'm just following along!"

Clara exhaled her rough breath. He did not know what kind of life his sister was living. Dating a man who will destroy his own future.

"Well, you're looking for a place to live?" sofia suddenly said. Her bead glanced towards the bag Clara was carrying.

"Yes. I'm looking for a contract!"

"Well, then we're a match!" he said with a smile, "In my house there is an empty room. If you want, I can spend time at Sofia's!"

"Your sound?"

"No. Got Mr. Rusli, my neighbor. The owner lives with his son and daughter-in-law! The house was contracted, and Sofia's mother contracted it."

"Oh, I thought it was yours!"

"Eating is hard. How can we have a home?" the deck, "The house is pretty big. There are three rooms. And the upper room is empty. Mama can

stay there! How's it?"

"Eh." Clara pretended to be thinking.

"All right."

"But I have to promise!"

"What promise?"

Ck, apparently this kid is asking me to negotiate!

"Mom can't tell my mother what happened today!" her door.

"Deal. I'm not going to tell your mother!"

"Promise!"

"Ish, I promise!"

The two of them also walked together to move their feet through small alleys. Grungy. That's what Clara felt. The road is muddy, dirty and smelly. Clara covered her nose, smelling an unpleasant scent on the trash scattered on the side of the big road.

"Still far?"

"Yes, Mom!" saith.

Passing a few houses, it has arrived in front of a very, very simple house. With a narrow terrace. Especially the room inside.

"You said it was far away?"

"Hehehe. Sorry, Madam. This is my house!"

Really this kid! So annoying!

"Mother!" call him.

"Sophia! Have you gone home yet? Tumben's coming home at this hour!"

"Who is this beautiful woman?" Clara smiled sweetly.

"Yes, Mom. This is the new lecturer at Sofia campus. Her name is Miss Clara!"

"Well, beautiful!" Clara kissed the back of the woman's hand. The middle-aged woman, rubbed her hair gently. Crystal grains kept dripping in the corners of his eyes. He did not expect, the path was made easy to meet the person he was looking for.

"Mom Clara is looking for a place to stay, Mom!" Rushing Clara rubbed the clear circle.

"Oh." The middle-aged woman rounded her lips.

"Isn't the upper room empty, ma'am!"

"But ... !" not yet finished, Sofia took her mother to get away from Clara.

"We'll rent it, Mom. The money is good, to add to your groceries!" whisky Sofia. The middle-aged woman seemed to be thinking.

"All right."

"So, Miss Clara needs a room?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Call me Laura."

"Ah, not good. I just call names. I call Miss Laura!"

"Ah, Miss Clara could have. Calling me Mom. I'm old, "the wave.

"Ehm, I can just call me Clara. I and Sofia are also not too far away!"

"Ah, I could! I had to call my son's lecturer by his name only! Not polite!" kekeh Laura, "I'll just call Neng!"

"Yes, it's up to you!"

"I clean the room first!"

"No, Mom. Let me clean it!"

"Ah, it's okay. Let us just!"

Together the three of them cleaned the room. Joking and laughing, like a happy family. This is what her father wanted. Clara still feels strange, how could his sister's house not a single photo of the Papa.

Are they really Papa's wife and children? I have to find out!

To be continued ...