The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 121: Anger, Emotions

"Mrs ....,"

Hands raised with a gripping cold aura, made the masked girl lower her eyes, locking her lips tightly. Clearly, the graceful woman in front of him was holding back emotions. Even though he got a slap. Still, the heat was not as painful as the pressure shackling his soul.

"I gave you the best treatment, but not to make you a killer. Your mind is just like theirs. There is only revenge. The goal of the game is to make everyone deterred, not traumatized. Truth is different."

"Queen, calm down." Vans pulled his wife's body into the deck so as to dampen the emotions that must have been turbulent in the chest.

Not because I didn't know what was going on, but the girl in the room was none other than Nara. Actually, the game is just to make the perpetrators confess to all the crimes that have ever been committed. But once you get the chance. Nara just makes a move.

That girl, she almost slashed Sarah's head. Movements that can be read quickly, making Asfa move quickly. He entered the special room, paralyzing Nara while electrocuting the bodies of the three other children so as not to be conscious. At least, just fainting, not without a head.

Body collapses helplessly. There was no longer any chance of avenging her heartache. Though the enemy is before the eyes, but not the end of me enough to touch. It made her realize that she was a useless girl. Meanwhile, Samsul continued the game.

The last player disappeared. The man took a random by singing my balloon song there were five. Like a clearly written assignment from a covenant letter. Where he has the responsibility to continue to run the game with a set time.

Players are getting less and less, does not make the man lose his mind. Finally the choice of members fell on Mr. Atmadja. A man who looks tense, but still tries to be calm. The sound of musical instruments is heard again, making the pieces dance and change positions.

"Please, take your mission, Mr. Atmadja." Samsul allowed once all the pieces stopped, until a roll of paper appeared from inside the hole.

It was clearly seen the shaking hands of Mr. Atmadja. Look at those eyes that are so agitated. Do not think about the condition of Sarah who is still unconscious. The middle-aged man bathed in cold sweat until the cloth covering his body looked wet. Slowly the roll of paper opened with the sound of a heartbeat that sounded so that it came out the ear.

His eyes had already passed word, for word, but his lips could not be moved. Exhausted with mixed flavors. Is it not wrong with the mission? No. gabe. Kind, let alone the mind directly rejects the mission that is clasped in his hands. To save yourself, you have to do something.

No one forbids to throw missions because each member has one chance to avoid the mission. Samsul guides Mr. Atmadja to pick up one ball, then sees who the lucky name will replace him in a mission that somehow contains what. But when destiny wills another. Any effort of a human being. Still, can not avoid the name of the destiny of life that has been outlined by God. The ball, it contains its own name.

After the hope of escape. No one could save, let alone cover up his fear. Now how will he do the mission? If the entire flow of his body rebelled, he did not want to get the possible punishment, as had been imagined by him. Just once, honesty was revealed from his lips. The end is all power and game from the shadow of darkness. A moment of glancing towards the virtual. Sarah, the princess is still unconscious. Does that mean code?

Samsul clapped his hands breaking the silence, making Mr. Atmadja sigh roughly, Truth, show the other side in the name of love. Dare, admit one of the biggest lies of your life. I choose dare, whether this is for confession or for evil. However, at least my soul will be forgiven with a decision that can lighten my heart and my mind.''

Everyone was tense, instead of feeling scared. They can not wait for the next word from the mouth of a businessman who has been famous for being a rough hand businessman. Not knowing the word lose, although dealing with many right hands that always clean up the mess in his business. Not with the man himself.

Where Mr. Atmadja feels it is time to make peace with yourself. His life has been filled with deceit, the blood of rebellion, the pleasure of women in bed and dirty business that is not widely known. Including domestic life which is the main reason for guilt as a man struggling with sin.

His hands tried to be held back so as not to tremble, but there was nothing that could be done. Fear is like a storm in the silence of the night. There is nothing to save, other than to be aware of a hidden mistake. Again, he looked at Sarah. There was a sense of relief because the princess was still unconscious. Now he dares to express his heart and do the challenge that belongs to him.

"My family is home and looks so harmonious from an outsider's point of view. In fact, it's all just fake. My wife, a useless woman who is barren and cannot give children. I'm maintaining the marriage by agreement. She took care of my only daughter from another woman who works as a night woman."

"It's not just that. That woman died because I tortured her. The anger of that night was so high that it was in the middle of the rest of my consciousness. His life floated with a bath of blood. I didn't intend to take her to the hospital because Sarah was old enough to take care of herself. Only, without a drink. My common sense keeps on overshadowing the face of that doom-bearer woman."

His mission is to confess only one sin or evil, but Mr. Atmadja explains it at length. The man could be relieved after pouring out all the burdens of his heart and mind. But it is different with Sarah. The girl's face was so red as a boiled crab. Not shame, but feeling betrayed without any trust left.

From the beginning, thinking his mother died from accidentally falling. Now obviously, what happened was not as imagined. How could the truth about his life be so weird, even creepy. A lady's daughter's night? Is true. If so, doesn't that mean he's an illegitimate child.

Instantly, he felt he did not know what else to do. It was all quiet with no hope anymore. Forgetting all tastes because all that remains is the void in the chest. I wanted to scream, but my lips were dirty. Wanted to cry, tears no longer greeted. Tight with a taste that cannot be expressed. Hate, disgust, why is the truth of his life so sad?