Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 31 | Nights What?

At 6 p.m., Kyra kicked out all the chefs and waiters in the kitchen. The woman wanted to cook for herself. Nova, the butler, pleaded with Kyra to let them help. They fear Eiden will go on a rampage.

“Please, Eiden won't be angry. You guys do the other work there. One person is here, okay?” pinta Kyra with her sweet smile. One waiter in question was in charge of telling him where the groceries were.

“What is this?”

The bodies of the servants and chefs instantly tensed up. It was Eiden's voice standing behind them.

Kyra smiled. “No pa pa, really. I just want to cook.”

Eiden frowned. “Kan, there's a waiter. Why would I pay them?”

“Eiden.” Kyra tied the apron around her neck and waist, then approached her husband. “Salah if masakin's wife her husband? Or the mother who made her child use food? Wrong if a daughter-in-law dutifully with her in-laws?”

Eiden blinked his eyes a few times.

“I, right, just want my family to have special food. Not fighting them war. Sometimes pa pa pa pa, right?” Kyra commented on the maternal-style shady smile.

Eiden took a long breath. If given such a sentence, he admitted defeat. As a result, this dinner menu, Kyra is cooking.

“Mommy!”

Emily who had finished her bath came into the kitchen. “Mommy want to cook? Emily wants to help!” excitedly.

Kyra who had just pulled out the ingredients aided by one servant chuckled. “Bby dong, Darling.” Deftly, the woman sat Emily in the bar stool. A basin filled with several materials presented in front. “Now Emily help Mommy stir, yes. Must be all mixed, okay?”

“OK, Mommy.” Emily happily stirred the mixture in front of him. Sometimes he asks this and that to his mommy. Fortunately, Kyra's stock of patience spilled over, so the woman always answered.

It's thanks to his son, anyway. Facing Darren takes a thousand patience.

Before long, Abigail joined the kitchen. He was not allowed to help, so just sat down with Emily while having a warm conversation.

Switch to Darren. The boy was looking at the chessboard in front of him. The opponent, Cavan, also did not lose concentration. The first round was won by Darren. If the second half was also won by Darren, Cavan lost heavily because they agreed to play three rounds.

Eiden laughed restrainedly. Judging from the position of the pawn, Cavan was already pressed. However, the middle-aged man still did not want to give up. Keep trying to find a gap so that he does not lose to his grandson.

“Aduh, who wants to lose already sweating,” taunted Darren to see the water droplets on Cavan's forehead.

Cavan. He moved his horse forward, which was countered by Darren's fortress movement. Eiden pulled a chair on the other side of the table, wanting to pay attention to the game.

Minutes later, Darren exclaimed, “Skat mat!”

“Aaarrrgghh Cavan shouted in frustration.

Darren chuckles. “As punishment, Grandpa finish the board equally. Bye!” The boy sauntered with his chin raised, arrogant for having won.

“Sial! The boy is really tired,” complains Cavan.

Eiden chuckled softly. “Don't underestimate the kid, Pa.”

“Papa tau.” Cavan looked at Darren meaningfully. “Papa is sure, he will be a great leader. As small as this, his brain really-repaired.”

Eiden agreed. Darren has great potential in him.

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Dinner is going on. All dishes on the table. Darren and Emily are at their most frenzied, impatient at Kyra's cooking. There is a capcay gravy that contains vegetables, chicken, seafood, and fish meatballs; honey-baked chicken; chicken soup; fish grilled soy sauce; prawns pasture sauce; lastly fan-fried shrimp.

It's Kyra's intention. Once cooking is not a responsibility.

Kyra gets some rice for Eiden. “Lauknya take it yourself, yes.” Then take it for his two children in turn. “Emily want to use what?”

Kyra's position is indeed flanked by Darren and Emily. So, Eiden sat in front of him. Hence, the woman had trouble getting a side dish for her husband.

“Mau his chicken, Mommy.” Emily pointed at the honey-baked chicken.

“Darren want what?” ask Kyra.

“Fish, Mami.”

“Chi.. Brother! Kan, Emily already said, call him ‘mommy’! Don't ‘mami’!” emily protest.

Darren breathed a heavy sigh. He remembered his discussion with his sister a few minutes ago. Not a big thing, anyway. It's just a call problem. Emily wants to call Kyra ‘mommy’, but Darren is used to calling ‘mami’.

After a long argument, Darren relented. He will change his calling, but gradually. Changing those habits takes time.

“Iya, Emily, yes. Kan, I told you to change it slowly. If still wrong, reprimanded, not invited to gelud,” reply Darren lazy.

“Emily not fidgeting gelud, kok,” exclaimed Emily fierce.

“Udah, already. Darren, his sister don't keep on judging. Emily, your sister is real. Changing that habit takes time. So, if it is still wrong, be understood, yes,” advice Kyra mediates both.

Emily immediately turned into a submissive child. “OK, Mommy.”

Darren sneered. He was eager to retaliate, but his stomach forbade. He's already starving. If this fight continues, dinner will be postponed.

Dinner starts. Emily continues to praise Kyra's delicious cuisine. The boy ate very well. In fact, every side dish Emily tried. The little girl who usually disliked the vegetable repeatedly asked for chicken soup.

“Ngak, Aunt. Kyra cum—”

“Mama, Darling. Call it ‘mama’,” sela Abigail does not accept. Kyra's status was her son-in-law, but the woman still called her ‘tante’.

Kyra poked her lips inward. “Iya, Ma.”

Cavan and Eiden don't talk much. Both men focused on eating. In fact, both of them add a serving of rice to spend the remaining soy sauce seasoning fish. Kyra, anyway, can only shake.

Dinner's over. The servants immediately moved to clean the dining table before Kyra acted. They do not want their salaries to be cut because they let the boss work.

“Mami—ah, Mommy means, the dessert does not exist?” ask Darren. He memorized very well if his mother always provides dessert as a cover meal. Whether it's ice cream, yogurt, or other sweet foods.

“There dong. Mommy make chocolate pudding.” Kyra got up to the fridge. Assisted by several servants, chocolate pudding was presented in front of Emily and Darren. “Ehm, Mama Sama Papa want too?”

“Bby,” replied Abigail. A portion of the pudding was presented in front of Abigail and Cavan.

“You want?” bargain Kyra on Eiden.

Eiden just nodded.

“So Emily helped Mommy make her pudding, you know, Daddy,” Emily said passionately.

Eiden smile. “Oh, yes? Wah...”

The whole family moved into the living room. Eating chocolate pudding while talking together. It's clearly Emily's most profanity.

“Iihh.. Emily's got out. Mommy, her pudding is still in the fridge?” ask Emily expectantly.

“Yaahh.. It's over, honey. Daddy you ate two tuh.” Kyra pointed at the two small plates in front of Eiden. The man was wrong to find his daughter glaring at him.

“Nih.” Darren thrusting his pudding. Half remaining.

“Create Emily?”

“Iya.”

Emily smiled happily. “Thank you, Brother!” No matter if it's her ex-sister, Emily remains happy.

Darren turned to look at Eiden, Abigail, and Cavan. “Set Darren's room where?”

“Next to Emily, Honey. Was cleaned this morning. But, the interior has not been laid out, not pa pa?” reply Abigail.

Darren nodded. “That important Darren can bobo’. Interior can later.”

“Tonight, Emily wants to bobo’ with Mommy, yes.” Emily suddenly said.

Kyra wanted to say yes, but Abigail answered first. “Mommy-you should sleep with daddy, Darling.”

“But, why, Grandma? Emily wants bobo’ with mommy,” whining Emily.

Abigail had no chance to make a sound, Darren first acted. The boy whispered something in Emily's ear. Emily's expression changed. He nodded at the brother.

“OK, again. Mommy tonight is the same daddy. But, tomorrow with Emily, yes.”

Kyra smiled stiffly and nodded. He squeaked suspiciously at the son, curious about what the boy was saying until Emily changed her mind. Unfortunately, Darren deliberately avoided.

Darren whispered what, huh?

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“Not sleeping?” ask Eiden. Suddenly one room with a woman turned out to cause changes in the atmosphere, yes. That guy's awkward not playing.

Kyra shakes. He smiles. “Wait for my husband.”

Anj! Eiden reflexes swearing in the heart. Kyra's words were her heart's thrilling success.

Kyra chuckled at Eiden's dead red face. The woman moved to pick up the phone and said, “Canda doang. Not yet sleepy, kok.”

Eiden breathed a long breath. It seems like he should be ready for the heart spot every day.

A few minutes passed, both of them just sitting in a lying position next to each other. If Eiden muses, Kyra laughs giggling while staring at the phone. I don't know what the lady laughed at.

Eiden was upset for what. The man immediately grabbed his wife's phone.

“Eiden!” peekkik Kyra's. “Balikin no?!”

Eiden glanced at the phone screen. Kyra just read a novel online. Notinterested. So, Eiden turned off the flat object and it was hidden in his pajama pocket.

It's Kyra's turn to be upset. The woman shifted and tried to grab her phone. The distance between the two is growing. Eiden just kept quiet, watching Kyra who was unhesitatingly approaching.

Arriving at one point, Eiden immediately flipped Kyra's body to the back, while he supported the body of the model below. Kyra blinked her eyes a few times.

“You remember what night it was?” whisper Eiden.

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