(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Play yuk!

New York, America

The man finished the last painting, after he sent it to an art gallery that did his cooperation with him he went home.

Time to heal wounds?

Maybe it didn't happen because the wound didn't heal at all, but all the pain was disguised.

Make peace with yourself is the only way to make it still have a good life.

Drrt... Drrt...

His phone rang, the man turned his head and took a handkerchief to wipe his hand.

"Hello?"

Her fingers shifted her phone calls and answered instantly.

"Can we meet?" answer someone from across there as he lifts her up.

The man did not immediately reply, he looked at his painting first and then looked at the wall clock.

"It could be, three o'clock in the afternoon." she replied briefly.

"At Half's restaurant, I'll turn off the phone." the caller's voice was heard softly when he heard the indifferent answer.

"Yes," a short answer rang out, the man turned off his cell phone and put it back in his place.

Her hands re-directed the painting, the colors on the canvas fused together and created a harmony of combined beauty.

......................

Restaurants

The woman scrunched her forehead. Showing an expression that looked displeased at the man in front of her.

"So, what happened again?" the man asked shortly after he ordered a drink for the woman in front of him.

"Do you actually like me or not?" not an answer to a question but a new question without an answer.

The man took his breath, his face seemed reluctant to answer when he heard the question.

"Why again?" he sighed, and of course the question was spared by itself.

"Yes! It's me who likes it first, I also want this relationship first but you are it! You're like a rock, you know?" ask her who is tired how she can make the man want to give a reply that is worth her feelings.

"I'm making a mistake again?" ask the man confused.

Two years ago he agreed to the woman's request, a declaration of love that he received and for the first time since several years had passed he had already dared to accept her.

His relationship began to run and make him settle in that place for a long time, but still his taste is bland without any passion at all even when he is screwing someone for the first time after his first love.

"No, not that!" the woman seemed confused as to how she answered.

The man in front of her never made a fatal mistake, although his face was stiff without a smile and an attitude that looked cold and uncaring but the man treated her very well.

But he himself knows that the man has never loved him even though he has tried his best in recent years.

"Then? Something happened at your workplace? Or do you need something?" his question repeated when he saw the mood of the woman in front of him was not good.

"Zay? Then just answer my question, do you like me?" ask the woman while leaning her body to the table which makes her look very eager to hear the answer to her question.

The man was silent for a moment, he took his breath and looked towards the expectant eyes.

"Do you need a wedding now?" ask the man without answering anything.

"If I say 'marry me!' you gonna do it?" ask the woman who seems frustrated by the answers she hears.

"Yes, if you want to get married I will marry you" replied the man flatly, although it is not her self who proposed the relationship first but still now she has undergone it long enough.

"You're gonna marry me? Without liking me?" asked the woman once again with a frown of disbelief.

"I can give you whatever you need" he answered flatly but he certainly did not answer any of the questions he heard while wiping the drinks that had come on his table.

"How about I say I need love! Not a good treatment! I know it's all empty treatment" she said, who could certainly feel her every act and gentle treatment she received just to fulfill her responsibilities.

The man was silent for a moment, he placed the ceramic cup filled with green tea and put it back on the table.

"When you said you liked and asked for this relationship, I told you from the beginning not to expect such a thing from me, right?" her tanya who this time looked towards the face of the woman who seemed to be holding back was annoyed and crying.

The woman fell silent, she laughed bitterly and then smiled obliquely.

"Then we just break up! I'm tired of you." said the man who made his decision this time.

The first time he met the man was in an art gallery, his liking at first sight made him approach first.

When he said his feelings and the man said if he could not give the same love reply he still agreed because he thought he could change the man.

But the results?

For two years nothing changed, his attention and gentle demeanor felt empty as he could feel her if the man had never treated her completely from the heart.

And rather than continue to be sick because he expects such an impossible thing he prefers to end it and free himself first.

The man looked silent for a moment, there was no sad expression at all. Although his relationship ended but he did not have something to regret because for him he had as much as possible give the best treatment for the woman.

"Well, if that's your decision. I'll appreciate it. I hope you can find someone better" said he who did not even persuade at all.

"Yes, I hope you too" said the woman who wiped her tears and took her bag after it left first.

The man did not prevent or seduce, he sat quietly in his place.

He felt nothing, sadness or hurt when his relationship ended.

"Did I really go home later." he murmured softly while massaging his head.

......................

7 Days later

Dachinko Mansion.

Brak!

The girl flinched, someone opened the door of her room abruptly.

"Arche.." said he looked annoyed at the sister and immediately put the object he had held into the blanket.

Two days ago the father kept his promise by giving him the gun he wanted, and the man put the desired item in his old daughter's room first and certainly in the mansion he used to live in until he was 4 or 5 years old.

"What is it, brother? What is it that you're hiding?" arche asked with eyes looking at the older brother.

"You know what you are!" bianca looked in annoyance.

The boy looked sullen, he looked towards the older brother with a suspicious look.

"Make sure it's food! Brother if you eat well alone never love his sister!" said Arche who stared in annoyance.

"Ck! Aye! Later in the afternoon brother tract! Where are you going to eat?" bianca asked who got up and took her cell phone.

"You're at the newly opened cafe, brother! Good as it is! I'm taking Aldrich too, right?" his excited words.

Unlike the brother who has cash, he only has the type of card payment and of course it is the mother who makes it so that she can still see and limit what she buys.

"Yes," replied Bianca who started playing her phone.

"Sister? Brother Bian? Sis! Brother! Oh.... Brother Bian!"

The girl closed, can't one day the sister not bother her?

"Ih! If it wasn't Mommy Daddy's son, I would have sold you online!" his words were upset while turning off his phone.

Arche laughs at hearing, disturbing the girl and then earning her allowance is her pent-up mission.

"Sister? Brother, don't you wear clothes? Put on clothes first there, later found out Mommy got angry again!" arche said in pleasantries.

Bianca looked at her sister, she knew that if her sister went to her room and suddenly acted annoyingly and attentively meant that there was something she wanted.

"As far as I am, this is my room. You're just carelessly entering." he said to his brother.

He does not call at all, only he has a habit of only wearing a sports bra with hot pants p*nts or wearing a tank top with shorts.

And of course he was just like that when in the room because his mother would definitely scold him.

No problem with tank tops and shorts, because the freedom of clothing allowed in his house.

But sometimes his house also came some guests and certainly not far from the subordinates of the father who often to that place.

"Why did you come here? Something to ask for, right? Answer three seconds if I won't love you more," said Bianca who looked at her brother's face.

"One, Two, Ti-"

"Seek for money!" arche said to the brother immediately.

"Make what?" Bianca frowned looking towards her sister.

"Don't tell Mommy Daddy? Actually, I'm getting my cement motorbike," he said.

"Can't you take the bike?" ask the girl who does the rules of driving alone is quite strict in her family to avoid accidents.

"Can try brother, once in a while too" he said softly to the brother.

"How much? 1000? 2000?" ask Bianca who does not know the price of repairs for one motorbike.

"5300 USD brother!" arche replied with a sentence.

"Oh, take it in the wallet." said the man who pointed in the direction where his wallet was stored.

Arche excitedly moved closer and took the brother's money.

Muach!

"Ih! Don't kiss! Again use the serum tau!" said Bianca who looked annoyed at the sister.

"A bitter repellent," replied Arche who felt bitter on his lips.

The boy immediately went out after he completed his mission.

Bianca turned her head, she looked at the sister who had come out and she went to lock the door to her room.

"Well, now you can." said his smile who looked at the firearm but thought it was like a toy.

She was taken to a child psychologist when she was a child, and when she was 10 years old her mother stopped taking her because she felt there was no longer a different attitude.

Without knowing her daughter just doing camouflage that makes her like a good boy.

"But who wants to be shot? Just come with Daddy? But where in love!" his murmurs were softly thinking of the target for his toy food.

Father's job?

He had known since two years ago when he returned to his old mansion, his eyes stared for themselves what was hidden in the back forest that was always closed.

Afraid?

The girl instead laughed at her look, the face of the people who wanted to die looked frightened making her feel funny.

"Later on thought," he murmured and kept the firearm in his closet.

......................

School

A bus stop that should make one walk to get to that elite school.

"Muucca!"

The girl approached and got out of her car.

"You're on the bus again? Why isn't it in between?" sylviana asked her friend.

"Ga first," replied the girl who still needs to pay attention to the look on the faces of many people and again some simple things make her feel pleasant.

"What was yesterday still disturbing? That upperclassman like a thug?" bianca asked who was staring at her friend.

"Sometimes, but now it's too bad again" replied Sylviana who felt the interference from her upperclassmen who expressed love for her began to diminish.

"It's good then," said Bianca who took a small peek.

"You are, why many are deketin but the model is like that" said Bianca who stared at her friend.

Sylviana smiled, she embraced the hands of friends and side by side.

"Ga know! I love it just as much as Bian!" she laughed at her friend.

"Ih! Sweet is my rabbit." replied Bianca who laughed as she looked at the girl.

...

The lesson was over, the girl did not jump the class like her mother and uncle did.

He chose to study like other ordinary people although he certainly found it so easy to digest it.

The two girls had just returned from the cafeteria, and were sitting in her place back.

"Chairman class! Can this teach you?"

Just sat down and told me the girl's classmate had come and then lined it up with a book and discussion.

Bianca was silent for a moment, she was actually reluctant to be kind, but the teachings she received from her psychologist made her able to put a poker face anywhere.

"Can, which is hard?" bianca asked who was smiling little and spoke kindly to her classmates.

He does seem friendly and can have many friends but the girl is also difficult to approach.

Friendly type but not to be friends with anyone.

"Me too!"

Sahut another child who began to shroud the girl's table because the test is in front of the eyes soon.

Brief explanations for difficult formulas sound easier to understand and easier to learn.

"Thank you Bian.." said the children simultaneously.

One by one began to leave and only a few students were left sitting in front of the class president's desk.

"Dian? That's real, isn't it?" karen asked as she looked towards the clothes that the class president was wearing.

Schools that are currently in residence have a free clothing rule except certain days that require wearing uniforms.

"This? Yes," replied Bianca briefly who then spoke again to her countryman.

Karen was silent for a moment, she stared from the foot to the end of her class president's hair.

Of all the bars used looked expensive and had a famous brand, but he also never saw the girl in between with a luxury car like himself or his other friends.

The rich-looking girl went and went home on a bus so that she confused the girl was really rich or pretended to go to school in an expensive place?

"What kind of parents do you work for Bian?" asked Karen who stared curiously because she liked gossip.

The most outstanding girl in school, beautiful, smart and famous is kind. So perfect that so many make others envious.

"If you know, is there any business with you?" ask her with a thin smile that looks friendly although her answer sounds sarcastic.

"Mom.no! You know that, right? The children are always curious about you." said Karen who quibbled.

"Then they're curious, they won't die of curiosity, will they?" bianca replied who was still smiling and answered kindly even though her answer was not friendly at all.

"Eh? I. yes yes." said Karen Lirih who then left.

"They're friends if there's a want, right?" sylviana whispered.

Bianca approached her friend, "Sama, you used to be" Bianca replied with a small laugh.

"Ih! Bian!" Sylviana immediately glanced in annoyance at her friend.

"Yes! Kidding know!" the girl did not tease her friend and just laughed a little.

...

The bell came home, it was heard. Now the children at the expensive school were rushing to tidy up his bag.

"Do you want me to go to China?" bargain Sylviana because she knew her friend there was a meeting of the group of students again this time.

"Ga do Syl, at least for a little while" replied Bianca who compiled her bag.

"When did I go home first? Bye Bian's!" said the girl who dropped out of her class.

Bianca of course towards the student organization room, following school activities that make her look active even though she is just a fad.

After the meeting and discussion about the plan for school activities now all students who are there can return home.

"Hopefully do not miss the bus deh," his murmured softly because each bus has its own passing hours at the stop.

The girl rushed over before she lost her last bus.

"Hey! Class leader!"

Bianca stopped her steps, she turned around and turned to look at the group of teenagers who looked like school thugs.

"You're the one who got in my way, right? Wh why? You jealous? Ha?" marco, who was the upperclassman, asked before his class, expressing feelings for the girl's friend.

Nah!

The girl brushed off the hand that was holding her chin.

"Jealous! Maybe feel rivaled then his friends can't date!"

Hordes of teenagers who tease each other, and make fun of.

The girl drew her thin smile, "Sister? Hm? Gi.. how about talking in a rather quiet place... I. this is school." said his nervous and bowed with hands that were bound to each other and seemed to tremble.

Marco was silent for a moment, the reason he liked Sylviana was because the girl looked weak and timid. And he likes that kind of girl.

"It turns out you're just a lot of pretentious! Be strong! Ahaha!" marco laughed as he remembered the girl's power while preventing her before him and when he saw her again now the girl was already frightened.

There was no reply, a group of teenagers surrounded him and brought him to a quiet place added again with Bianca who asked to be taken to a place that looks cctv.

He said he did not want his name to be bad so therefore asked for it, and of course the naughty teenagers were directly according.

...

"Well! Now you kneel jal*ng! How dare you bully me!" marco was upset.

School thugs, like to oppress in groups and other delinquencies that are kept by teachers.

"I want to ask you, you don't have any health problems, do you? The kidneys, the heart, the liver are all healthy, right? I like a strong and healthy man! Hiya!" the girl laughed a little.

The teenagers laughed at her, "You want to see our strength? See if you're overwhelmed?" one of the four teenagers said.

"Oh yeah? Bless even if you are the TRASH of your SOCIETY is still there for it too huh? Then, play with me?" take the girl with a smile on her face.

Her hand picked up a bear keychain that had a thin and delicate blade design inside her if her bear head was opened.

"It's not a pel*hash 'cause you asked!" said one of them who looked upset because of the girl's words.

"Yes, not really!" bianca replied with eyes that calculated the price of the contents of the stomach and the body of the teenager in front of her.

"Here play," he asked again.