Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 8 | Sure Mami Pick Up

“Sister, let's play to Emily's house,” invite Emily enthusiastically. He clasped Darren's hand with a hopeful look.

Darren shakes. He took Emily's grip off slowly. “Today Brother wants to go to papi's grave.”

“Eh?” Cavan and Abigail were shocked.

Kyra smiled. His hand moved touching Darren's small shoulder. “My husband passed away 5 years ago, Mistress, Mr.”

Abigail's reflexes covered her mouth with both hands. The facts just now were very unexpected by both of them. So, this woman in front of him is a widow? Single parent?

“Daddy Brother Darren is dead?” Emily glassy. “Emily has daddy, but Emily doesn't have mommy. Then, we are the same, Brother.”

Now, Kyra's turn to frown—sok is confused, even though she knows clearly what Emily says. Ever since Darren befriended Emily, Kyra has been straight to find out her background.

Emily Kennedy, daughter of Eiden Atthallah Kennedy and Clara Maeve. The Kennedy family is one of the most respected families in Indonesia besides the Refalino family. They have many businesses in various fields that managed to get into the scale of Asia and began to penetrate into other continents.

The information Kyra got, Eiden and his wife are separated. For the reason, he said the feelings of the two faded and felt they did not match each other. However, Kyra knew it was just a diversion issue. There was no way the couple who were reported to be so happy had suddenly separated. Especially when they divorced Emily was born.

There was such a old man? Just for the sake of personal feelings, they parted ways. It is the child who is the victim.

“Beda. You got daddy, sister got mommy. That's different, can't be equated.” Darren retaliated. “Which name daddy can not be equated with mommy. They are different people, they have different roles. Daddy's job, right, make money, if mommy's job is to take care of the family. So, not the same.”

Emily blinked her eyes, confused by Darren's words that exceeded her brain.

Darren chuckles at Emily's adorable look. “Udah, already, sometime Brother play. Brother go first, yes.”

Kyra and Darren say goodbye to Emily's family once again. Continue to get in the car and leave the school area.

Until the car was out of reach, Emily continued to meet the four-wheeled vehicle. The little girl did not let out a single sound, Abigail and Cavan to the point of being worried about the condition of their granddaughter.

“Honey,” call Cavan kneel beside Emily.

“Grandpa..” Emily looked up with a condense look. “Emily want mommy like Aunty Kyra, can you?”

Cavan. This what does he have to answer?

...💫💫💫...

Kyra and Darren crouch beside the tomb that reads Wildan Hermawan, Kyra's husband and Darren's papi. Ten minutes passed, only the breezy sound of the wind was caught in each other's dim senses.

Slowly but surely, Darren's small hand moved to wipe the papi's headstone. “Papi, Darren come.”

That was the first sentence Darren said. The boy did not cry at all. Her green eyeballs were clear without water, but the highlight was empty. Not much different, Kyra snarled. In addition to wanting to give a chance to the son, the woman was stricken with a deep yearning.

Kyra remembers well how Wildan, her husband, was. A person who is so responsible, loves him sincerely, and accepts him as he is. For whatever sake, Wildan was truly the best parable for a dream husband.

“Papi, Papi how are you? Darren good, kok.” Darren sits on the ground, not caring if his school uniform gets dirty. “Last year, Darren won the class. Darren always gets the best grades in all subjects; coloring, drawing, arithmetic, writing, reading. Darren can be all.”

Kyra smiled a little. His son told him in a funny style, as if Wildan was really in front of him watching his behavior.

“Darren promises to be a good boy, really. Darren could be proud of his mom as Papi.” The small hand moved rubbing Wildan's headstone once more. “Darren will also take care of mami, Papi. As the only boy, Darren will love and keep mommy from the bad guys.”

“So, Papi is calm, yes. My mom will be fine here. Kan, there's Darren. Darren will be happyin mami too. Anyway, all Papi's duties will be Darren lakain. Except, find money, hehe.” Darren laughed to himself. “Darren is still as small as a corn tree, Papi. Can't find money yet. Mommy gets angry later. But, later if Darren is already big, Darren will find a lot of money for mami.”

Kyra rubbed her son's head slowly. “See, dear, our son is an adult. He always made me proud. Our little one grew up to be a great, brave, and responsible child.” Kyra's gaze turned on Wildan's grave. Like you, my dear.

Satisfied with chattering, Kyra asks Darren to pray for the papi. They offer hope with great fervor. Continue to clean the grave area from the rogue grass. In fact, Darren deliberately arranged the flowers to decorate Wildan's tomb.

Afterwards, Kyra takes Darren home. A bouquet of carnations or carnations was placed on top of Wildan's tomb, symbolizing that they would always remember Wildan. Even though Kyra's husband's body has been buried, the memories and affection remain.

Whether Kyra will marry again or not in the future, Wildan's name will always have a special place in her heart. That name will be forever.

...💫💫💫...

“Mami, if people who have died are like papi, where do they go?” darren asked as the two were on their way home.

Kyra glanced sideways at a glance. He, right, was driving. “They go to the house of God.”

“Oh, means if you go to the house of God, now God is taking care of you, yes?”

Kyra grimaces. He doesn't know. Kyra knows this kind of religious explanation. Kyra is, right, a killer, so well, sometimes she doesn't feel right.

BRAKK!!

Darren jumped in shock, as did Kyra. Through the glass, Kyra could see there were three black cars chasing. One of them hit his car on purpose.

*it! How can the enemy know that this is me?!!

“Darren, same handle anything strong-strong. We're attacked. Mami will speed,” Kyra said firmly. He pulled the lever, further pressing his foot on the spicy gas.

Darren clutches the seatbelt tight. His heart is beating hard. His pair of eyes closed, not daring to look forward which only showed the pseudo-street so fast Kyra was driving.

Mami's just cosplay racer. Mami and Darren must be fine.

Kyra squeezes the steering wheel until her knuckle turns white. Had he been alone, the woman would not have been afraid to come down and finish them off. However, there was Darren that he had to protect. The face of his son, his whereabouts, or the whereabouts of the boy should not be known.

Crossroads, Kyra tightens the pace of the car and breaks through traffic lights that turn red. The three cars in the back were still following.

Dor's! Dorr!

Kyra almost oreng. Fortunately, he was still in control. Next to her hand outstretched to the side, Kyra grabbed Darren's body after removing the seatbelt. He sat his son in his lap. “Mami's Cuddles, Darling. Don't take it off, yeah. If afraid, close the eyes with the ears,” pinta Kyra soft, but with a sharp highlight towards the streets.

“Iya, Mami,” Og Darren obediently. The boy hugged Kyra's waist tightly. Her face was drowned in the chest of the mother.

Dorr! The door!

Goddamnit!

Car tires shot. In order to avoid an accident, Kyra slammed the steering wheel to the left until it hit a big tree. Before actually crashing, Kyra flips over while hugging Darren. People around me were screaming hysterically.

Kyra's back hit the steering wheel. Didn't hurt. For Kyra, as long as her son is fine, the wounds on her body will not be a problem.

Kyra got out of the car. With Darren in the sling, the woman ran as fast as she could. Forgetting his temple that was slightly scratched due to the broken glass. The car chasing Kyra stopped. Nearly 15 more men descended from there and chased after Kyra.

Must run, must run. Darren should be fine. My son should be fine.

Kyra kept saying the same sentence in her heart. Think of it as an encouragement so that his stamina wants to be invited to work together.

Actually, the location of the chase was in the middle of the city. Many people pass by. However, no one moved to help. They are too afraid of the men who are chasing Kyra. Some of them carry guns.

“I have to go where?” kyra murmured in panic. He ran while giving a glance.

Kyra's body suddenly stopped. His gaze fell on one car where there was Emily next to him. “It...”

Kyra looked at Darren who was holding her tight. The boy did not open his eyes at all. For Darren...

Kyra changed the direction of her foot swing. He approaches Emily who is still with Cavan and Abigail.

“Emily!” shout Kyra.

Emily looks. He smiled broadly at the sight of his beloved aunty approaching. “Aun—”

The little girl froze. Kyra's appearance was far from good. In fact, there was a wound on the woman's head.

Abigail and Cavan turned their heads. “Kyra?” muttered they were confused.

Kyra stood in front of the couple. He took off Darren's embrace after glancing back. “I beg, Madam, help me.”

“Please take care of my son, I beg.” Kyra. He was really begging with a glaring highlight.

“Mami?” Darren who had moved hugs opened his eyes. He is now in Abigail's arms. “Mami where to go?”

“Mami go for a minute, yes. Mami's gonna pick you up, okay.” Afterwards, Kyra threw a smile. Continue running in the opposite direction.

Darren's eyes widened. “MAMI!!”

“MAMI!! DON'T STAY IN DARREN HERE!!”

“MAMIIIIIII....!!!”

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