Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 14 | Something Strange About It

“What can we know, who is the child you brought, Madam?”

Kyra's steps stopped. His gaze turned to the little smiling Darren. “This is my son.”

Thousands of flash back on.

“Your child, Madam? That means you're married?”

“Then where is your husband, Madam? Does he not come with you?”

The deg!

Kyra's body froze. His lips were tightly clenched. His eyes turned empty. Unsolicited, Kyra's brain spins past memories like a broken tape. And, it made his heart throb pain.

Darren looked up, staring at his pity mama. Mami must be sad...

After venturing out, Darren pulled the tip of the reporter's outfit asking about her papa.

“Eh?” The reporter was shocked. His slightly loud voice caught the attention of other reporters and the cameraman. They simultaneously lowered their heads, looking at Darren who was smiling at them.

“Halo, Aunty, my name is Darren, Darren Gerald Adiva. 6 Years old, Mami Kyra's favorite son,” said Darren introduced himself. He opened his sunglasses and showed off his unique eyeballs—which is the same as Kyra. “Create Aunty questions, can Darren not answer?”

The reporter was a little bit anxious with Darren. That kid is so brave. “Bby, can.”

Darren received the microphone. He cleared his throat briefly before saying, “Hal—eh, means Darren is on TV, huh?” tanyanya happy. He clapped his hands cheerfully, excited at the fact.

Inevitably, Kyra chuckled. His hand moved rubbing Darren's head in agitation. Other people who watched were no less anxious.

“Oh, yes, Darren, right, want to talk.” The boy patted his eel, then cleared his throat. “Halo, everyone. This is Darren speaking, his son Mami Kyra, Clarissa Kyra Adiva, owner of Kirren’s Boutique.” Darren waved at the camera.

“Tadi, this aunty asked about papi, huh? Let Darren answer, yes.” Darren flashed a faint smile. “Papi is now sleeping, can not be disturbed.”

“Sleep?” para reporters and cameraman.

Darren nodded. “Yes, three days ago, Darren met, you know, the same papi. Meet at... em.. what, yes, Mi, the place name?” Darren looked up with a puzzled look.

Kyra smiled a little. “Cemetery, Honey. Or funeral can also.”

“Well, the. Darren met at graveyard.”

Everyone is silent. They shut up for a moment. Darren's sentence although said with a normal tone, but Darren's eyeballs appear blurry.

“Bapi is sleeping, Aunty, said mommy can not be built. So, Aunty no, hiks.. don't ask again, yes.” Darren smiled, but his tears escaped from the fertilizer. “Let papi bobo’ soundly there. So, don't be bothered, yeah, Aunty.”

Some of the girls there look rubbed cheeks. They feel sorry for a kid as small as Darren who has lost his papa. In fact, it is clear that Darren really loves the figure of his papi.

Kyra takes over the microphone in Darren's hands, then returns it to the reporter. Regardless of her dress getting tangled, Kyra held Darren, drowning her son's face into the neck niche. “My husband has mening—”

“No! Papi just bobo’, Mommy. Mami don't say that anymore, Darren doesn't like,” whine Darren is upset.

“Iya, Honey, yes. Papi's sleeping, okay?” Darren nodded, then poked his hand around Kyra's neck.

“Em.. sorry, have I been able to pass?” ask Kyra politely.

The reporters nodded. They gave way to Kyra. As a result, the woman with the child in her carriage stepped gracefully into the building. After Kyra left, the reporters returned to duty. They are ready to write news about the owner of Kirren’s Boutique— which in fact has a fairly high level of sadness.

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“Nak no?” kyra rubbed her son's head. Their current position was seated in a circle at a special table reserved for Kirren’s Boutique representatives. Reven who had previously delivered was also present. The five bodyguards guard their surroundings.

Darren nodded. His lips were smashed with chocolate because the boy was eating chocolate cake as a dessert. “Enwaakk, Mamwi.”

Kyra chuckles. “Don't be too full, yes.”

“OK, Mi.”

Several women who were the daughters of politicians came to Kyra. Just say hello and praise—because they are one of the fans of Kyra's boutique-made clothes.

Actually, Kyra is lazy to serve women like them. However, they are his boutique customers, people who provide benefits for him. If Kyra judges, then they run away to another brand again.

“Nona Kirren?”

“Nona Kirren?” The woman put her hand. Even though she is almost in her 50s, the woman still looks beautiful.

Kyra took office. “I Kyra. Kirren is my product name, combined my name and my son's,” he explained briefly.

“Ah, so.” The woman was a beard. “I Ayara.”

Kyra nodded. “I saw you give a speech above earlier.”

“I'm very happy you want to attend this simple event of mine,” said Ayara humbled herself. Anyway, what is a simple try? People in each corner of the room were fitted with crystal-studded flowers.

“Actually, I want to send my assistant. But, my son wants to come here.” Kyra is honest with what she's been through.

Ayara laughed gracefully. “What does that mean I should thank your son?” candelessly. The two women sniggered together.

Kyra's laughter disappeared in an instant when she felt a pull on her hand. When she looked down, Kyra found her son staring at her. “Why, Dear?”

“Darren want to go to the toilet, Mami.”

“OK, let Mami an—”

“Mami is here aja.” Darren glanced at Ayara. “Mami chat aja. Darren equals Uncle Reven, yes.”

Thinking for a moment, Kyra nodded. He encodes on Reven to accompany Darren to the toilet. The man nodded obediently and held Darren away.

“What man was your lover?” tanya Ayara teases Kyra.

Kyra shakes. “Not, Mistress. He's my other right hand. You know, right, entrepreneurs like us need a lot of support and help.”

The conversation continues. Kyra tries to keep herself safe because Ayara seems friendly. Unfortunately, his soul as a mobster rebelled.

Something is wrong with Ayara.

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“Thank you, Uncle, have accompanied Darren,” Darren said sincerely after completing nature's call. Reven smiled and nodded.

The two walked back to Kyra's table.

“KAK DARREN!”

Darren's move stopped. The boy turned his back, making sure that the voice had just been aimed at him. The smile on his lips was engraved thinly seeing the figure of a little girl running towards him. That's Emily.

“Emily? You here?” ask Darren.

Emily arrives in front of Reven and Darren. “Yes, Emily accompanied grandma here. Emily saw, you know, Brother on TV. Big brother is cool,” he said in a row.

“Thank you,” reply Darren.

“Emily! Well, you don't run around that dong, darling.” Abigail caught up with Emily with a breath of excitement. The middle-aged woman was startled when her originally silent grandson suddenly ran over. Where strong he ran fast like Emily.

Emily looked at Abigail regretfully. “Sorry, Grandma. Grandma ain't pa pa, is she?”

Not wanting to make the grandson worry, Abigail assented. He only gasped for forcing himself to run away. The rest, Eiden's mom is fine.

“Halo, Darren,” greet Abigail friendly.

“Halo also, Oma.” Darren watched Abigail closely. Then, go from there towards the drink booth. He asked for a glass of water and gave it to Abigail. “Oma drink first. Let's get better.”

Abigail smiled a little. Darren seems to have a personality that likes to pay attention around. The child is very alert in such a situation. “Thank you, Nak.” Abigail received Darren's sodoran.

“Aunty Kyra where, Brother?” Emily ding.

Darren pointed in the other direction. “Mami in san—”

BOOMMM..!

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