Angkasa (Mafia Children's Love Story)
Space 21

02:00 in the morning,

In a magnificent mansion owned by a famous businessman in this country,

the handsome young man with the western face of the goods came down from his black motorbike. With a slight limp step due to injuries to his legs after the accident that he had experienced this afternoon, Gala walked while occasionally shaking her head quickly, trying to eliminate the feeling of dizziness due to the influence of alcohol that has just been in his throat with his peers.

Gala went into the house. Dropping the sturdy body in a black jacket on a long sofa is worth fantastic that is located in the spacious living room.

The young man closed his eyes. Head's dizzy. The alcohol he had drunk was actually not too much, so it only slightly caused the effect of dizziness but he was still able to go home in a conscious state tonight.

In his pijit slowly the temple with his eyes closed. Until arriving,

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seeeeett....

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Gala reflex rose from her sitting position. A hand touching his body. Feeling creeping, infiltrated into his leather jacket and gently felt the chest of the twenty-one-year-old man's field.

Shocked, of course...!

The furthest gala rose and turned its body. The eyes immediately glared. He saw that there was a beautiful woman with red kimono lingerie who appeared to be standing defiantly behind the sofa he had just sat on.

That's Rachel..!

Father's lover..! his stepmother-to-be..! women who have no ties with Hendrawan but have many times stayed and slept with the male widower of one child.

"hi, just got home, baby?" asked the woman in a soft, seductive voice.

Gala stared intently at the woman.

"inting you huh?! why are you here..?!" gala asked so hatefully.

Rachel smiled mischievously. But he did not answer the man's question. The woman with blue eyes actually released her kimono lingerie strap in front of the boy's biological lover.

"go from in front of me...!!" said Gala coldly.

Instead of leaving like Gala said, Rachel just laughed discordantly. With the kimono that has been opened showing the curves wrapped in a dress laughing without any inner, Rachel walked closer to the prospective stepson.

"it's really cold for you." said Rachel while moving her hand trying to touch Gala but was pushed aside by the young man.

"don't touch me, whore..! get out of front of me..! this is not your house...! you don't pantes are here...!" said Gala so fed up.

"don't be fierce, Gal. I'm your future mom." said Rachel with a haughty smile on her lips.

Gala's getting hot. The woman's face was full of hate. In the face was pointed as if he really could not bear to hit that face with his fist.

"heh, you don't dream yes..! even to death I will not want to have a mother pelaaacur like lo...! I'm not going to tell you, I've got the same fate as Leo...!" gala said so sick of holding back her emotions.

Rachel laughed again.

"but you love died with me. How's dong?" rachel asked defiantly.

"he was disappointed in you. You do not realize, actually now it's the most bokap you love it me. He doesn't need you, Gala. You're just a troublemaker. Bokap lo not respect at all to lo. Conscious dong, you're just a burden. Not in harepin. Are you sure you can keep your bokap away from me??" rachel asked haughtily.

Gala clenched her hands. Rachel looked up arrogantly at Gala.

"gue will singkirin lo in my own way...!" say cold gala with tightened teeth.

"try it. And I'm going to do the same thing to your bokap as I did to Leo first. And I'll do that, before you take care of me."

"lo know me, right? I won't let anyone interfere with my plans. So, let's see who gets knocked out first" Rachel said as she bravely touched Gala's chest. The young man immediately shook his hand, making Rachel smile cynically.

The woman again closed her lingerie kimono. He then left that place. Leaving the Gala who seemed to stare in annoyance at the blue-eyed woman.

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Rachel👇

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In a separate place at the same time.

In a magnificent house but seemed dark and gripping. A house that looks so luxurious, located a little away from the frenetic city. The building was originally a villa belonging to a wealthy man in the country. Which is now known to some people as the home of a coal businessman with some of his employees.

A group of people who claim to be travelers from outside the city and stop for a while at the place and stay at the villa.

The travelers consisting of a group of adult men were also very friendly. Although rarely socialized, but every time they meet the people around them are always friendly.

Inside that house, though,

A man with a black appearance appears to enter a private room belonging to the big boss. A luxurious room but seemed dark and terrible. A European-style room complete with ornaments paintings and statues of vulgar shades that adorn the place.

The man stopped his steps. Standing in front of the big boss who seemed to be sitting alone on a sofa while enjoying his favorite alcoholic drink.

"master" said the man.

The man with tattoos on several parts of his body did not answer.

"some want to meet" said the man.

"who?" asked the man with the mustache, Moreno his real name, but now he has changed the name to Simon.

"Andra, sir" said the man.

"he asked for more stuff?" tanya Moreno aka Simon.

"right, sir" said the man.

Simon sipped his alcohol.

"give. I don't want to see that shit" Simon said again.

The man bowed.

"well, sir" said the man.

The man dressed in black then turned around, wanted to get out of the master's room and intended to meet Andra, one of the drug dealers produced by Simon's group.

"wait...!" simon arrived.

The men stopped their steps. He then turned to look towards the master.

"what's up, sir?" ask the men.

"i heard last night there was a raid" Simon said.

"right, sir" replied the man.

"was anyone caught?" ask Simon again.

"it looks like a user, sir. For dealers all still safe" said the man.

Simon nodded.

"any more, sir?" ask the men.

Simon turned the glass in his hand.

"tomorrow I want you to go to the mosque. Give some food to the people around here. Keep being friendly and public so that no one suspects our group" Simon said.

"well, sir" said the man.

Simon also nodded. Then he moved his palm. As if asking the man to leave.

The man in black clothes was back.

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