Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 21 | Unknown Number Message

“When we have lunch again, yes, Mommy,” pinta Emily expectantly. Kyra smiled broadly and assented as she rubbed the head of the adorable little girl in front of her.

Meanwhile, two men from other generations were facing each other. Darren was waiting for Eiden to say something. No way, right, he started, but Eiden fought?

This is Om Eiden is not sensitive or prestige, anyway?

Eiden cleared his throat before extending his hand. He rubbed Darren's head gently, following the instructions from his heart.

Darren froze in position. He thought, Eiden will say a pleasantry sentence that sounds stiff like “you're happy?” or “when we eat together again, ya”. This one is totally beyond belief.

Eiden reviewed the smile. “Thank you,” he said slowly—too slow until Darren only heard faintly. However, the boy knew that the grown man in front of him was grateful.

“Create?”

“Today.” Eiden realized, his intention to approach Darren was not as easy as his shadow. Interacting with boys is harder than girls. Eiden knew that today his attitude was so rigid. However, what made him feel better was the backlash from Darren.

Eiden admits, Darren's a smart kid. Kyra's education is great. Even though his attitude looks stiff and awkward, Darren always has a way so that he does not feel like a failure. For example, when he was feeding Darren at the restaurant earlier.

The boy was surprised. But, just for a second. Darren opened his mouth and devoured his sodor with a smile. Then, a thank you note was also given by Darren. The embarrassed Eiden was instantly pleased as his efforts were rewarded with a smile and a thank you.

Yeah, it's that simple. But, success broke Eiden's heart.

It wasn't Darren that he managed to conquer. Except Darren conquered it.

Darren cleared his throat briefly. His face was heating up, his hands clenched behind the body. For some reason, Eiden's touch on his head successfully shook his heart. In fact, it was just a gentle swipe that was full of sincere affection.

“Iya, Om. Equally.” Darren carved out a smile until his green eyes narrowed. “Other times of Darren sushi treat, yes, Om. Darren likes.”

This time, Eiden was also engraving a smile. Although thin, but it is a rapid progress, you know. “Iya, sometime Om buy.”

The interaction between the two can not be separated from the look of Kyra's eyes. The woman gave a small smile seeing a red tinge appear on her son's cheeks—Darren blushed when rubbed his head.

Eiden and Emily go home. Their position was in front of Kyra's house, finished driving the mother and child home.

After making sure Eiden's car was not covered by radar, Kyra invited Darren in. No conversations are intertwined. Kyra gave her son time to digest each series of events and the contents of his heart. Darren would have told me if he was ready.

“Darren change clothes first there,” tell Kyra.

“Iya, Mi.” Darren went into the room, closed the door, and locked it. Her small body slumped behind the wooden frame, sitting leaning against the white door of her room.

With full consciousness, Darren touched his head, right at the landing of Eiden's hand. A timid smile was plastered, then he giggled slowly.

Not bad either...

...💫💫💫...

“Do you think so?” ask Kyra to make sure. Darren nodded.

After dinner together, the two sat in the living room, conversing heart to heart between mother and child. Obviously the topic that comes first is about the events of the afternoon.

“According to Darren, Om Eiden is not that bad, kok, Mi,” said Darren repeating the same sentence as before. In her innocent eyes and heart, Eiden was indeed not a bad candidate to be made a stepfather. “Agot rigid, anyway. But... Darren, em.. passable, deh.”

Not bad, not bad, that's just an excuse. Kyra knows her son likes Eiden.

Did Darren change his mind just because of a little puff and attention?

Perhaps, for adults it is a trivial matter. What, anyway, is the meaning of a swipe in the head?

It's different for a kid like Darren. Children can always tell which ones are sincere, which ones are not. Their sense of taste is more sensitive. And, that's what managed to affect Darren.

Eiden's sincerity and his efforts.

“Kalo gitu, Mami will consider.” Kyra kisses Darren's head. “Thank you for the criticism, Darling.”

Darren hugged the mother. “Don't be forced, yes, Mommy. Darren also wants Mami to be happy.”

...💫💫💫...

After taking Kyra and Darren home, then returning to the mansion for a while to rest and returning Emily, Eiden went to the company to work. There is still a lot of work to be done.

Unfortunately, until nightfall, Eiden's concentration could not be concentrated at one point. The man sometimes commented on the frequent smile when he remembered the awkward moment at the restaurant. Whether it's when Eiden feeds Darren, praises him, or teaches him something. Eiden was a little incredulous if he could act like that with someone else's child—who seemed like he was going to be his stepson.

Not bad either..

Once upon a time, when Eiden was still in the husband status of his first wife, Eiden hoped to have a son as his first child. He thought, the boy will he be educated to take care of his younger siblings later.

Hey, it's just a wishful thinking of the past. Eiden just a little unexpected that the dream will be realized with the presence of Darren.

Ah, goddamn. Didn't Eiden admit Darren as his son?

That smart kid, who wouldn't?

Tok tock..

“Master, it's me.”

Eiden's daydream is gone. He's struggling with his files. “Log in!”

Garry went inside, not alone, but with a middle-aged man who was dragged in. “Master, there is a traitor in our company.”

Eiden closed the map in his hand a little hard. Suddenly his happy mood plummeted due to this fact. Ah, not so much, either, anyway. Eiden knew, well, that the man who was dragged by Garry was a traitor. He was lazy to take care of it.

“Oh, really? Traitor in my company?” Eiden got up and walked to the front of the man who was sitting on his knees with a trembling body. Eiden's aura came out instantly, a gripping coldness. “What are you doing, Garry? Poor these grandparents. Release him.”

As ordered, Garry took off his grip. The man drowned for a moment.

“You're so brave, yes, Cake.” Eiden smiled mockingly. “You know, right, what is the reward for a traitor here?”

The man's body was trembling. “A– forgive me, Sir. I admit wrong.”

Eiden. He's really lazy now. As a result, the man stood up and turned his body. “Bring to headquarters. Execution.”

“Good, Sir,” replied Garry.

“No, Sir! Forgive me! I won't do it again. I'm sorry, Mister!” The man was screaming hysterically.

Eiden took a breath. “Basic old man fucking.” The smell of the ground.

Ting!

Eiden's focus is back. He frowned at the sight of an unknown number sending him a message. As Eiden recalled, this personal number was confidential. No one has but his family and friends. Then, this?

Out of curiosity, Eiden opened the message.

...__________...

...08******...

• hey, Eiden

• it's me, Clara

...__________...

The deg!

What the fuck?!

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