Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 1 | Kyra and Darren
Bruk!
“Aww..” The little girl grimaced in pain. Not being careful, he stumbled over a rock until it fell down. There are no wounds created, only slightly reddened in the knee.
He looked up, looked at the people milling about, but no one cared about him. Children his age just passed by, not much different from parents. They only glanced at the little girl at a glance, then waltzed away.
A pair of round eyes of the girl glazed over. Why doesn't anyone want to help Emily..? Emily was wrong?
Just now the little girl named Emily wanted to roar, a hand outstretched to her. He looked up, looking at the little boy who was smiling at him.
“You didn't pa pa?” ask the boy.
Emily grabbed the words and stood up. Slightly grimaced when he felt pain in his knee. “Emily no pa pa.”
“Your name is Emily?”
Emily nodded.
“I Darren.”
“Halo, Brother Darren.” After further attention, the look of the boy in front of him was very beautiful. Handsome and charming with green eyeballs. Plus, Darren has a good personality—mau bothers to help him stand up. Ah, Emily's so shy.
“Something hurts?” ask Darren for attention. He scrutinized the body of the little girl in front of him closely and found something on the knee. “That hurts?”
Emily looked at her reddened knee, but it was not bleeding. “Nagak, Sister.”
“Honey!”
Darren and Emily looked at each other. The figure of the woman in black pants and cream ribbon blouse waved towards them. Darren waved back anyway.
“Mami,” exciting Darren spirit.
The woman called ‘mami’ by Darren was approaching. As it was near, he crouched down beside his son. “Mami's late, huh?”
“No, Mi,” Darren replied.
Mami Darren turned her head, looking at Emily who was staring at him without blinking. “Halo, Beautiful. You're Darren's friend, huh?” tanyanya while rubbing the cheeks of the padlocked Emily.
Emily blinked her eyes. The woman before him was extremely beautiful with green eyeballs and wavy hair. “Emily...em.”.
“This is Darren's friend, Mi, her name is Emily.” Darren takes over by introducing Emily. He knew that the little girl seemed hesitant to say the words of her mother. They, right, just met.
The woman smiled brightly. “Halo, Darling. Name Aunty, Aunty Kyra.”
“Halo, Aunty Kyra,” great-grandson Emily bashful.
“Emily picked up?” ask Kyra.
Emily looked at the view. Felt not to find the presence of his family, his head shook.
Kyra thought for a moment. “Darren, let's go with Emily first, yeah. Pity if left alone.”
Darren.
Kyra takes Darren and Emily to a bench near the security guard post. The three chatted together—especially Emily and Kyra. The two women of different generations were instantly familiar in an instant. It was as if the two had gotten to know each other and this meeting was not the first.
“Emily.”
Emily looks. His lips were wide-browed. “Daddy!” excitedly. He ran over to the man who was on his knees. The little girl laughed as she arrived in the arms of the daddy. “Daddy is really long,” suck.
The man smiled faintly. “Sorry, yes, Daddy had an important meeting earlier.”
“Excuse.”
Daddy and the boy turned their heads towards Kyra who was commenting on the smile. “You're Emily's parents?”
The man nodded. “Whose name?”
“Ah, your son my son's friend.” Kyra glanced at her son at the side. “I'm mother Darren.”
“Oh.” The man put on a flat look, not caring at all.
“Because you've come, we go home first. Your daughter was alone earlier, so we accompanied her for a moment. Then, let's.” Kyra smiled sweetly as a greeting. Darren waved a little at Emily. Both got in the car and left.
“Daddy,” call Emily.
“Iya, Darling?” eiden's, Daddy Emily.
Emily hesitated to reveal her head. After being corroborated, he said, “Where is mommy Emily, Dad?”
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“Mami? Where are you going?” darren asked to see that Kyra had changed clothes after the two had lunch together at home. The clothes she wore were all black from top to bottom.
Kyra crouched down and rubbed her son's head in a fit of anxiety. “Mami wants to go to headquarters, Darling.”
Darren's green bead sparkled instantly. The boy whined he wanted to come. Kyra agrees on the condition that Darren must obey and not interfere.
“OK, Mi. Darren is a good boy and doesn't bother.”
“Kalo gitu, change clothes there.”
“OK, Mi. Wait Darren, yes.”
“Iya, Darling.”
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“Welcome, Miss, Little Lord,” greet them while bowing respectfully.
“Halo, Uncle-Aunty all.” Darren waved enthusiastically.
Kyra went into the building. There was no motherly look like before. The woman put on a flat look. Not comparable to Darren who spread a smile on the side. The 6-year-old boy seemed excited to enter his mammoth headquarters.
Clarissa Kyra Adiva, her full name is Mami Darren. Do not think the woman is a gentle figure and like most women who spend time at home. Kyra is not like that.
He's the head of the Black Rose mob. A person known for his cruelty. It was only when she was with Darren that the woman turned sweet and warm.
“Uncle Reven!” darren shouted towards the man named Reven. The boy immediately hugged Reven's legs with his head turned up. “Uncle has returned home from mission?”
Reven smiled and squatted. “Udah.”
“Kok didn't pick up Darren earlier?” Randomized waist.
Reven chuckles. “Kan, have been picked up by mami.”
“Reven.” Kyra approaching. “Have you completed the task from me?”
He's Reven, Kyra's right-hand man. The person he trusted the most in the plot.
Reven stood up, but his hand remained perched on Darren's head, wiping him in a fit of anxiety. “Already, Miss.”
“Where?”
“In the basement.”
Kyra nodded. He looked at his son. “Darren here same Uncle Reven first, yes. Mami is no business under.”
“OK, Mom. Mami beat up the bad guy, yeah, let's go.”
“Iya, Darling.”
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Kyra sat with her legs raised up. The woman smiled sinisterly looking at the man who was tied up with chains. “You're so brave, yes, Mr.”
The man broke out in cold sweat feeling the gripping aura from Kyra. “M–forgive me, Miss. S–I promise I won't repeat it.”
Kyra pulls next to the corner of the lip. He glanced at his men who stood behind—who swiftly picked up a small knife. “According to you, what punishment is suitable for a traitor, Mister?”
“A– forgive my sa–, Miss.” The man was trembling in fear.
“Ampun?” Kyra laughed bitterly. “Don't expect, Mr Traitor! I never let go of anyone who dared to harass me and my family!”
Kyra knelt before the man with a demonic smile. The small knife in his hand was raised upwards. “Time to play..”
“T–no, N–Nona. AAARRRGGHHH...!!!”
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Come back, guys, with a new story. As usual, Ay did not like the female lead who sneezed. Likes strong and firm.
Enjoy the story, yeah...