Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 12 | Fashion Event Invitation

Three days later...

Kyra's rapidly improving condition allowed the woman to go home by doctors. Well, despite having to be given some medicine along with a long note to follow, Kyra is still happy to be back home. It is where to stay in the inpatient room for too long.

“Honey, breakfast is ready! Down yuk,” shouted Kyra calling Darren. This morning, he returned to his activities like a normal day. Cook breakfast and take her son to school. To work, maybe Kyra will think first. He is also lazy.

Darren arrives in the dining room wearing a full school uniform. All school supplies he prepared himself—ia, right, has been self-trained since long ago. “Mami want to work?” darren asked to see that the suit Kyra was wearing was pretty neat. The boy sat in an ordinary chair.

Kyra carved a smile. Deftly, his hand picked up a serving of food for Darren. Continue putting it in front of the child. “What job do you mean, Darling?”

Darren pursed his lips. He forgot that his mom was multitalented, had a lot of work. “Work at headquarters, Mi.” He puts food in his mouth.

Kyra muttered for a moment. “It seems, no, dear. Mami males to headquarters. Mami wants to take you to school.”

Darren chews quickly the food inside his mouth. “No, Mi. Don't take Darren to school.”

“Lho? Who are you going with?”

“Uncle Reven's. Earlier Darren has made an uncle phone here, want to ask for diantarin,” replied Darren lightly. No problem troublesome uncle it. After all, Reven was very good to her. That guy would not mind.

“Padahan, Mami is ready.” Kyra pouts. He deliberately dressed neatly so that he could immediately take his son. Unexpectedly, Darren instead contacted Reven.

“Mami rest first to recover. Darren does not want, yes, if Mami sampe drop,” Darren seriously. “Let's Darren tell uncle if Mami can't work anymore. So, Mami at home, rest.”

Wanting to argue, Kyra is unable to destroy Darren's goodwill. His son was worried about him, so he liked to chat like this. As a result, the woman could only resign.

Sure enough, not long after, Reven came. The man was wearing a casual outfit—black sweatshirt with a black jacket anyway. The bodyguards guarding the front of the house bowed at a glance to the master. Reven's position in membership, right, is indeed the highest number 2.

“Hai, Uncle,” greet Darren.

“Halo also.” Reven said hello back.

“You've had breakfast, Reven?” ask Kyra.

Reven shakes. “Not yet, Miss,” the answer is honest.

“Kalo gitu, here come breakfast, Uncle.” Darren pointed at the empty seat next to him. The dining table has five chairs. So, there are still three empty seats because there are only Kyra and Darren.

Reven looked at his nona, asking for approval. Kyra. The woman was almost done with her breakfast ration.

Reven also joined. The man ate quietly. Only occasionally made a sound when Darren asked. While Kyra, the woman carries the food she separated earlier outside the house, intending to share it with the bodyguards.

“You've eaten?” kyra asked the eight bodyguards outside. They simultaneously shook their heads. Kyra gives a basin of rice with various side dishes in another container. “Part guard in front, part eat. Should take turns, understand?”

They nodded in understanding. “Understanding, Miss.”

“Mm.. eat.” Kyra breezed into the house. Leave the bodyguards who are all men with a thin smile each.

Their miss was indeed cruel, but that only applied to people who dared to disturb her calmness. The entire Black Rose members had always been treated kindly by Kyra. The woman had always applied the principle that they were a family, so if there was one of the members who was troubled, then it would be their all problem.

Inside the house, Darren and Reven finished breakfast. After putting on the shoes, Darren said goodbye to the mother.

“Remember, Mi, break. Do not work terud,” said Darren reminded. He knows very well this habit of his mother. Kyra must have been desperate to work even though it was commemorated repeatedly. Darren knows that Kyra is working hard for him. But, right, it's not up to fouling yourself.

“Iya, yes, later Mami break.” Kyra groped herself.

After peeking at Kyra's cheek, Darren steps towards Reven's car.

Kyra looked at Reven who was still standing before her. “I Tipped Darren, Reven.”

Reven nodded. “Nona relax. I definitely take good care of the little master. Miss rest just as requested small master.”

Reven nodded respectfully, then followed Darren to the car. The boy waved through the car window.

Kyra sighed as the four-wheeled vehicle was no longer reached by her eyes. The atmosphere became quiet. There are no annoying rants from the child.

In the past, Kyra had longed for the moment where she and her husband drove Darren to school. Waving hands together with a happy smile. Then, in the afternoon they will pick up together anyway.

Unfortunately, it was just a wishful thinking that would forever never materialize. His wildness no longer exists in this world.

Kyra shakes. She should not be sad, her husband will be sad.

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Not at Darren's orders, Kyra sits in her bedroom bed with her laptop on her lap. The woman with one child was concentrating on checking the data. The day that is now running that day is not cared for so much for its focus.

Ah, there's one fact about Kyra that we don't know yet.

Apart from being a dealer of the latest innovation weapons and mafia, Kyra is a boutique owner who already has his own brand. Kirren’s Boutique, that's his name.

The store was established 3 years ago. Kyra has loved to design since childhood. One of my dreams is to be a designer. And, it has materialized. Now the name Kirren with KR symbol decorated with tendrils is worldwide.

Oh, Kyra no longer wants to spend her money in what way. Without moving much, money flowed into his account. She really is a rich woman.

However, Kyra's identity as a boutique owner was never exposed. The world only knows if the founder is a woman, the rest is uninformed. He has always relied on Ameera, his trusted assistant at the boutique. Kyra always works behind the scenes. He simply gave orders and sent the latest clothing designs through Ameera.

“Hm.. everything is good,” muttered Kyra was satisfied to witness the report Ameera gave. Profits are increasing. In fact, the construction of a boutique branch in the City of Lyon, France, was a great success.

Ting!

Kyra's forehead shriveled. One more incoming email from Ameera. “Hm?” He opened it and read each array carefully.

“Invitation to fashion events?” read Kyra slowly.

^^^To be continuous...^^^