The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 117: Rules, Pawns

Vans took a long breath. For a moment he sank into fear until he realized that his fear, not as big as the stubbornness of the wife. How a mother relents, releasing ego and prestige. All for the future. Realize when tomorrow shouldn't have the same case.

Everyone will probably choose to close their eyes while dispelling sounds that can be the cause of chaos in life. But Asfa struggled to deliver the truth. Although for one to end that phase of life one must see his only daughter. Rose.

Leaving the operator's room, each member had reached a room that was only blue-walled with a bright beam from the sky roof. In the center of the room was a table measuring one meter by two meters, and strangely. Why the number of seats adjust the number of members who enter each room.

They say it's a truth or dare game, but nothing happens. Suddenly, the lights of the entire room went out, then changed the appearance of a virtual screen in front of the members of the north side wall. From the virtual screen it is clear, the existence of each member. But what does all that mean? They looked at each other with confused faces.

"Good night, guys." The thunderous voice again accompanied the adventure of the members, "Welcome back to Samsul. You must be wondering, why the plot of the game is unclear. Aye, right? It must be."

"Before starting the game. Listen to the rules this time," Samsul unrolled his paper which was the terms and conditions of truth or dare. "Rules are only three. The first rule, no matter what the outcome of your partner's choice. Thus, every member is obliged to carry out without a doubt."

"Second rule, each member only has one request to cast a mission to the other members. Just once, remember! Rules when, the end of the game depends on your steps. The first clue is to enjoy and be careful with games."

There was nothing strange about the terms and conditions, but Rose could sense the threat from the path she was about to walk. Somehow, he felt this was not an ordinary game, it would not even deny if there was bloodshed. He remembered one of the clauses in the letter of agreement.

"Hey, can we access the internet?" rose asked his business partner, but the one asked only put his shoulder to shoulder. He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. "No signal, how?"

Everyone will not get a signal. A room built specifically to anticipate distractions. Where all communication can only use some electronics that have been modified by the designer. Not a normal thing for a Rose. But he can't do anything.

There was no equipment that would help him turn the situation around to become an observer. All the conclusions that kept coming back and forth, made the girl not listen to the words of Samsul who was still chirping like a parrot. No spaces, let alone stop signs.

Fifteen minutes passed, the table that was thought to be just an ordinary table. It suddenly moves apart with the wheels spinning inside. The table was split into a hole that took out a pawn board like chess. However, the piece that looks in the form of a statue that has the face of every member of the game.

Unique and awesome. One by one the members began to occupy their respective seats and stared at the chess pieces that looked very real and alive. From the four directions of the wind, precisely on the edge of the board there is a writing of truth or dare that blends with the heat sign.

Samsul went back to explaining what they were going to do and what the end would be. Not meant to scare her, but it was part of her job as a host. Including saying if anything is in the can and who should accept the challenge. Then the man will get whatever is needed.

For example, the challenge obtained is to paint a thousand temples in just ten minutes. So, the painting tool will be ready and appear into the right room without any mistakes. There will be no such thing as cheating. The game will not continue, if the mission has not been executed.

Nothing is extreme. It's just that they all have to prepare for everything. After speaking at length. It will finally begin. Samsul played a piece of music that only sounded like instrumental piano music. The tone of a song made the pawns start moving by themselves.

The tone with a slow rhythm, then slowly getting faster until it stops just like that. Then the pawns stopped, "Honorary Master, Doctor Vincent. What are your choices? Want to throw a game or be your own mission?"

The pawn in a white suit, but his right hand held a sharp dagger with the color of blood. Impressed like a killer doctor. Whatever the form of the piece. The doctor didn't mind because for the first time. He appreciates high art. The piece really resembled him.

"I took his mission." Strictly speaking Doctor Vincent, made all the faces of the members stiffen. "Calm down, it's just a game. Nothing's gonna happen."

Very confident, even too arrogant. Despite that attitude, become a passion for the others. Not that everything looks okay. In fact, it will only wait for time, until his eyes see the contents of the mission to be completed. He took the piece and a paper roll came out.

The reels are the same, but this time do not have a ribbon as a binder. The smile on its back, slowly fading away. When his hand opened the scroll of paper he had taken from beside the pawn, even the pawn itself instantly re-closed the hole without a mission.

"Doctor Vincent! Can you read your mission? We want to hear and make sure that you are not cheating." said Samsul stifled the consciousness of the doctor who was unable to pronounce the sentence on the mission roll paper.

Seeing the silence of the doctor, Samsul started the countdown. Something has to be done for the members to be aware, if the game this time. The stakes are not only emotions, but also the lives of each. His hand was already preparing to press a yellow button with the lightning symbol.

The button is connected to all the seats of the game members. All of which become supporting equipment to qualify from eligibility. Includes a shock device to give a deterrent effect. His hand almost pressed the yellow button and the seat number was written below the bench.

"Truth, name the two biggest crimes of your life. Or dare, express disgrace from those closest to you. One of the options is yours." said Doctor Vincent hesitantly, greeted by a happy applause from Samsul.