Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 12 Snatch...!!!

"Mittle...!" people chuckled after the burly young man who was running by the side of the road.

Amanda, who was standing waiting for a taxi, spontaneously turned her head and found a man running down the ridge towards her. He put his right leg up and the man fell and his face fell to the ground.

The twenty-three-year-old girl bent the snatcher by pulling her hands back and locking them. "Let's wake up!!"

The man got up with great difficulty and turned his head around revealing his face that had been injured by Amanda's attack.

"You're, right, that guy on the train?" amanda's jolt tightened her hand. "I'm not wrong to guess, you're a fucking robber!" the accusation is because people call it a snatch.

"You're wrong!" funny guy who's suspected of being a snatcher by Amanda. "I'm not snapping, robbing or picking. You're mistaken to arrest me because the real villain ran away before I caught him!" obviously defending themselves. He shakes both arms, trying to escape.

Amanda jerked the man's arm until he groaned in pain. "Where are there honest talkers?! There, the prison will be full later!"

Everyone who was chasing the man came up to Amanda and panned in wonder at her.

"He's not the thief, but the young man!" point one of them to the man in black across the street.

"So-so, I got the wrong guy?" ask Amanda 'cause she's so sure that the delinquent is a gang of thieves. "Sorry, I think this is the guy you're after." Amanda let go of the clutches of her hands, freeing the man.

"Don't I tell you that you've caught someone wrong?" press the young man. "Look! Because of being a hero of misfortune, criminals actually managed to escape and bring this woman's wallet!" the hardship pointed Amanda's face.

Amanda felt bad for accusing the non-existent. Moreover, he made a woman lose her precious treasure.

"I'm sorry." Amanda bowed herself in front of everyone. Intentions want to help others, even the misfortune that befalls him.

Those people cheered and humiliated Amanda indirectly, even though they knew that none of this was entirely her fault.

"Once again, I'm sorry." Amanda was still in a bent position and let the men say as they pleased.

"While you've apologized so many times, my money won't be able to come back!" snatched the woman who lost her wallet. He invited others to disperse because the crowd was getting out of control. And cause the condition of the road creeping.

The young man who wore a piercing and had tattoos on both his arms, mocked Amanda with an irritating laugh. He is still not satisfied to reciprocate Amanda's treatment that makes his nose dripping blood.

"How does it feel to be a hotshot, is it fun?" satirical guy delinquent cengenesan. He looked at Amanda's body, from head to toe. "It looks like you're a learned man. But baby, the brains are dopey!" the hinaya refers to the temple.

Amanda stuck out her index finger. "You talk, sir!! You don't have the right to say that!"

The young man without identity pointed a palm to Amanda's face so that the beautiful virgin stopped chattering. "Why really? I have my own mouth and my own thoughts. So, free for me to say anything!"

"You!!" amanda's anger because the stranger seemed to deliberately make her angry. He was eager to give the young man a lesson, but the dispute involving him attracted the curiosity of the people around the stop.

"What?" challenge the man.

Amanda snorted angrily and stopped the taxi that was driving towards the stop. He didn't want to waste his time arguing.

"Surge!" Amanda hit the man in the chest for blocking his way. "Stop my words!" his jolt was because the young man did not want to shift from his position. Amanda rounded the eyeballs and stepped very tight on the back of the foreign youth's legs.

"I am a barbarian!!" Amanda managed to get into the taxi and then stick out a tongue mocking the young man in the opposite sex.

"I swear we'll meet again...!" the young man shouted after Amanda's taxi left the stop.

Amanda who heard the faint sound of screaming, only groaned inwardly. "I swear, we'll never see each other again!!"

"Where are we going, miss?" The question of the taxi driver raised his mind.

Amanda gasps. "Yes?"

"Where are we going, miss?" repeat the driver.

"Please take me to the Wildstone villa" Amanda replied.

"Well, Miss.." said the driver politely.

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Amanda breathed in a very cool air, despite the blazing day. His eyes closed feeling the flow of oxygen greeting his inner body. The mind is calm and the heart feels peaceful.

Eyelids slowly open. As far as the net is concerned, there is only beauty and wonder. His head is spinning, pupils are growing, memories of childhood memories are clinging to reason. A thin smile rattled, pulling legs to immediately step towards a simple building that had a myriad of stories.

However, the smile disappeared because of seeing the condition of the window that was all broken. Amanda was quick to push the door of the house, the flowering heart budding instantly.

"Why my house? Why mess this up? It's worth it that I feel like something's going on with me, papa" Amanda said, looking over the whole house.

The worry grew more and more slumped as it saw traces of blood drying up on the floor. The girl called her father so bad. "Pa.. papa! Amanda's home, pa. Where's papa?"

There was no voice of speech, leaving Amanda trapped in the aftermath. He ran around looking for his father, to every corner of the house. "Pa... Where is papa? Answer Manda, pa!!"

The last room that has not been checked is his own room. The door was opened slowly and clearly visible to him, Omran was lying on a couch with a thin cloth covered body.

"Pa... Papa why? Is Papa sick? Keep our house why it is very easy—" said Amanda pause because she saw a scar on the face of the father. "Pa... Who made Papa hurt? Let's say Manda!" isak girl was not strong hearted to see the father with incision wounds.

Omran straightened his body then sat bowing in front of Amanda. "Why don't you, son. Papa is fine!"

Amanda bobbing head. "No, Papa lied. Papa's not okay. Manda puttin ya wound let not infection. After that, Papa told me everything with Manda. What happened to Papa is this house!"

"Yes-iya. Papa will tell me. You're just like your mama, chatty!" Omran pinched his daughter's cheek.

"Manda must indeed be chatty with Papa," his sulk gnashed his lips. "Yes, Manda get me the medicine box first. You wait here, don't go anywhere!" Amanda leaves Omran in the living room to pick up a container containing antiseptic drugs.

"My password looks like it will manage to trick the kid! Forgive Papa, Manda. Otherwise, you would have refused Papa's request to marry Mr. Lucas."

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