Cold Man And Miss Stone
73. Mother of My Son

Samuel shook his head as his ears continued to hear Dwi ran Emilia's conversation from Nine's room.

Ja. Samuel was here two days ago. He missed Emilia so Samuel planned to watch her up close without a sound.

"I'm tired of hearing my girl think of seniors and seniors." Samuel took off his headphones roughly. "But Mahesa told him to live free. It's always senior."

"Who should he think about, you think?" asked Nine playfully. "The old man he never saw? Samuel Ahkam who took him to the Ahkam residence, where he had to meet the murderer of his parents who was responsible for his solitude? Or maybe Darto and Mutia died without him knowing and you burned him?"

Well, maybe not Samuel. Perhaps it was Mahesa, the only one who taught him how to survive despite being alone.

But Samuel wanted Emilia to accept herself.

The girl did not look at herself. He continued to call seniors and seniors, only seniors, because he could not live for himself.

Samuel went out, hoping his breathing would be calmer.

No. gabe. Samuel knew it was not like he wanted to live for himself. He's an illegitimate child. The only reason Suryanata didn't kill him was because Mama threatened Suryanata.

He threatened to expose it to the media. That's why Samuel lived. Then he grew up, grew up in the hands of Mahesa to have an organization, became a famous mafia.

He changed status. From an illegitimate child, to a tool of war.

It is not easy to love yourself when it feels like you do not love us.

I lost to Rowan. Samuel pressed his lips against each other. Emilia thought of Rowan because the boy understood her. I wasn't.

"You're not approaching Emilia?" Dwi approached according to Emilia's orders.

"Not today."

...*...

Emilia brought her new chess to Rowan's tomb to reflect. His head was filled with many things of course.

The money he had to collect, the classification of the members he had to prepare, the careful plan he had to map out, and various precautions of various bad possibilities.

"You said you were sick of Ahkam." Emilia played chess while muttering at Rowan's grave. "I know Ahkam as well as I know Nugraha. And other elitist families. If there's one reason to be fed up with them, it's idealism."

Of course no one answered.

"Do you think there's anything good about me building such an organization? I'm going to target those elitists. If asked what it is that the poor can be a little rich, then not. I'm just sick of seeing them in power."

"...."

"You hate solitude, Rowan? I hateit. Silences. But I hate commotion. I don't like either one."

The sound of waves and strong winds obscured Emilia's hearing. The only thing he has relied on since his eyes were darkened.

"Dwi?" That's not Dwi. Emilia pulled out the plaster in her hand, removing the poisonous needle. "I'll kill you if I get close."

"Then do it."

Emilia jerked. The needle in his hand fell as a pair of arms wrapped around his body, followed by a scent that he knew who belonged to.

"Delivery."

Samuel drowned his face on his shoulder. "I miss my pretty doll."

"Huh?"

"You're my doll. Stuffed toys." Samuel chuckles. Smacked the back of Emilia's hand and lingered there. "I came because you called me. Or Nine lied?"

Emilia sighed. But immediately shakes.

Drawn his hand from Samuel, planning to hold his chess again if Samuel does not catch his hand.

"I have to explain my plan, so let go."

"Hm? Just say it like this. I'll hear without simulation."

Emilia. Even though he finally spoke. At the core of his desire, cooperation with Samuel's organization, without Mahesa's interference at all.

"I'll do you one condition."

"Senior told us—"

"The Seniornu is no longer among us, Emilia. Can you just once not mention him?"

"You insulted Senior?"

"No." Samuel put his forehead on the side of Emilia's face. "I thank you for giving me you."

Emilia did not like how her stomach suddenly started to break. Or maybe his heart is broken? No. gabe. Maybe my eyes are throbbing.

"All right, what?"

"So the mother of my son."

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