Gavino (Mafia System)
King Goldblack's

Kriett...

The sound of the door opening was deafening. It even sounds a little slicing, because it has been locked for a long time.

The smell of dust and unpleasant aroma, immediately smelled by the sense of smell, when the door of the house opened perfectly.

"Hey! Whose house is this?" asked George curiously.

He thought that, it was impossible for this young man, with all his looks, his house seemed rickety and unfit to be used as a dwelling.

Gavino was silent and did not answer Georgia's question. He entered the house, where he lived, as a child.

Nothing changes in form and content. Just because of the amount of dust and cobwebs, which makes it seem different.

Srakkk...

Gavino cleaned the old chair and cots, which were in the front room. By using a cloth, which was used to cover the chair. It's cleaner than it was. So, now the chair is worthy to be occupied.

He also opened his room, his parents' room and opened one more door. That is the kitchen door, in which there is a bathroom as well.

This house is very simple. There are no other valuables, other than old household furniture at the age of eating. In fact, it may no longer be used today.

His father's friend's house, which was his only good neighbor, was also empty. They're family, leaving town.

But Gavino doesn't know where they're going.

Once in the sense of the house is quite clean, Gavino intends to go to the bath.

He began drawing water in the well, which was behind his house.

Fortunately, the rope used to fetch water, was still there. Complete with his old bucket too.

Cracket...

The sound of the friction of the rope with a round tool over the well, sounded deafening.

The sound, disturbing the ears of George who was sleepy in the guest chair of Gavino's house.

Finally, he walked towards the back of the house. He wanted to see what the young man was doing.

"Hi! What are you doing?" george asked, when he saw Gavino drawing the well water.

But the one being asked was silent. This irritated George even more with Gavino's cold attitude.

"Ck! You little sialllan!"

Gavino remained indifferent. He did not mengubris words and words of parents who continue to follow him.

George's eyes continued to notice how Gavino was drawing. He thought that, this kid is quite deft in menial work. Which is not usually done by city children in general.

'Who is he? From the looks and the car he drives, there's no way he's a poor kid. But this house, it is obvious, if two are not rich children either.'

George is still watching how Gavino does all his work.

In fact, when Gavino wanted to go into the bathroom, he also followed her.

"Are you an old man who is me_sum?" gavino asked with a sharp look.

"Eh..."

George regained his senses, then withdrew and went to his seat.

"Siallan! He thinks I'm hooked on his sausage which isn't necessarily chewy."

George's hands ruffled his own hair, realizing his mistake.

A moment of silence, George again observed the state of the living room in this house. From the start the walls that have been cracked here and there. Faded wall paint. And also some photo frames that have collapsed, are on a small table. In the corner of the room, not far from the entrance to Gavino's room.

Now, George stands up. He was curious about the picture. Maybe that way, he'll know. Who was that young man, and his family too.

Unfortunately, these photos are also difficult to recognize. Because it's broken at the age of eating.

But vaguely, George recognized the photo. It features three different generations. Because of the age difference is quite far.

A picture of a little girl, who was held by a woman. As for the more mature men, stand behind those who sit in chairs.

"I'm no stranger to this picture?"

George kept thinking, looking at the photo continuously. Until Gavino came out of the bathroom.

Shorts with black tights wrapped around his body, making an appearance that seemed different from the one before. His face also looked fresher. Just finished the shower.

"Hi, who's the person in this picture?" ask George, by handing over the picture frame he brought. Because he was watching her.

"Who told you to hold the things in this house?" ask Gavino quickly.

He snatched the picture frame, then returned it to its original place.

"I'm asking you. Who is the person in the photo? Do you know him? Or are you one of his relatives?"

"You're not a cop or someone who's doing interviews and investigations, are you?"

"And I don't like it, you keep following me. Go, before I expel you," said Gavino.

He was reluctant to provide answers to all the questions posed by this stranger. Moreover, at the beginning of the meeting the two of them had no good impression.

"sorry. But I'm seriously a young man. He's like I've seen. I know a man, along with his wife's son."

Now, Gavino narrowed his eyes. Heard what George said.

Adult men who continue to follow this, know who the person in the photo. The people in the picture are her mother.

The little girl in the lap of a woman was Mirele. He was taking pictures with his parents.

"If you really know who the person in the photo is, say, what's his name?"

Gavino's words were clear and stressful. Because at this time, if men today know who the people in the photo. It can be ascertained that, he can help him to find the whereabouts of the person who killed his grandmother. Mama of Mirele, his wife William Henry. His grandfather Gavino.

George seemed silent for a moment. He thought about recalling the name of the person he had seen in the picture frame.

"I forgot his real name. But I know him as King Goldblack."

"King Goldblack's..." Gavino repeated the name George had mentioned.

"Yes. He's the king of the mafia, our leader."

"Unfortunately, he had to go with his family abroad. That's what I heard from the current leader."

"Then, who is your current leader?" gavino asked, how is the next story.

Finally, George unhesitatingly told about the events in the past. Goldblack's leadership was replaced by the right-hand man of the king.

And after that, there was no more news from the Goldblack king.

The news they received, their members, said that, King Goldblack no longer exists in this Italian country. He chose to live alone with his small family.