Good Romance With My Bad Mafia
CHAPTRE 12

Yaya never heard the man's sentence, really Arlan is worth suspecting, he is very difficult to guess! And why did he ask for a hug from Yaya? Does he want to find a chance?

"A moment, I promise" Arlan pleaded a little.

Yaya was stunned to look at Arlan's eyes that emit something, there seemed to be a sad gurat in the dark iris, making her unable to refuse the "hm" yaya approached while stretching her hands.

Without lingering Arlan went straight into the arms of the girl, she drowned her face on the tiny shoulders of yaya's. Yaya is confused to face the attitude of the man in his arms, I don't know what happened to Arlan until he behaved differently this time.

Arlan tightened his embrace as yaya gently rubbed his wide back, unknowingly pulling yaya sitting on his lap until the girl stiffened "Arlan!" reprimand yaya but not heeded the owner of the name.

Arlan shook his head, he tightly hugged the girl's waist. His face he hid in the recesses of yaya's neck. Yaya who had originally rebelled for release was now jolted when she felt her neck wet, did Arlan cry?

"Arlan's"

Arlan shook his head, he further tightened his embrace "wait a minute, let it be this way first" his pinta with a hoarse voice.

Yaya nodded in understanding, becoming more convinced that the man was crying in his arms. Because Yaya is basically a kind girl, she let Arlan embrace her satisfied body. The clumsy hand gently rubbed Arlan's shoulders as well as the head perched on her neck.

"It's okay... Cry, don't hold back" whispered softly, as soon as Arlan's cry broke, indeed his voice was not loud, but yaya could hear the man as unwillingly hugging him, indeed, his clothes also he felt that there were many parts that were wet with the man's tears

"Take it out, it's okay..."

Five minutes later Arlan broke into tears in his arms..

"Yes"

"Hm?" yaya cleared his throat.His hands still faithfully stroked Arlan trying to calm the man.

"Do you want to tell a story?" ask yaya

Arlan was silent, his breathing was still irregular, for some reason in the arms of yaya he became that crybaby.

Yaya understood, he pulled Arlan's face, trying to look at the man's face, but Arlan refused, he increasingly glared at the neck yaya. The girl sighed "are you in trouble?"

Arlan nodded small.

"Arlan's.. Here, let me see" Yaya tried to take off the firm grip of the burly man, but again failed because Arlan did not want to let go.

"Arlan, release. I'm sore" The girl's alibi wants Arlan to let her go.

Yaya chuckles because Arlan ignores him completely "Arlan!" yaya's cry began to be emotional, but he endured because he realized that Arlan was sad right now

"Arlan, look at me here"

"No"

"Take it off, or I won't talk to you anymore"

And sure enough, after threatening things.it Arlan immediately looked up at her. Yaya inwardly cried out angrily staring at the man's face as well as reddened nose. Slowly wiping away the rest of the man's tears, Arlan closed his eyes enjoying the delicate elusan on his face. It was so comfortable to be around this girl.

"Why are you crying?" ask the girl.

"Much trouble has been happening to me lately" Arlan replied quietly, almost like a whisper.

Yaya nodded in understanding, he smiled understandably. He glanced at his own waist which was still wrapped around Arlan's burly arm "I think it's enough. You promised just for a minute"

Arlan did not reply, the man stared fixedly at Yaya's face up close.

"Arlan, let's get your hands off!"

"Be my lover"

Yaya stared for a moment, he looked into Arlan's eyes in silence, is Arlan really crazy? "Don't joke around, and let me go!" Decak yaya is upset

"No, I mean it. Be my lover"

"I'm sorry I'm not interested" the girl refused.

"Why" asked Arlan ketus, instantly the atmosphere feels more terrible than before.

"Because, I don't want to! Anyway, are you crazy? We just met not long ago, and you're asking me to be your lover? Oh, that's right"

Arlan's eyebrows swooped down dislike hearing yaya's words just now as if doubting her love "what's wrong? I really like you"

"Down me first, Arlan. I'm not comfortable like this"

Arlan clucked angrily, but no doubt he obeyed the girl, he returned yaya sitting next to her. "You have to!" press Arlan firmly

"No, it can't be. You can't force love, Arlan"

Arlan stared intently at the girl's face "so you still refuse?"

Yaya shook his head noisily as Arlan took the handcuffs from the back pocket of the chair he was sitting on "Arlan! No no!"

Arlan chuckled cynically at the frightened-looking yaya at this moment, greatly inversely proportional to her attitude a few seconds ago.

"I think you'd like it if I was rude to you, baby"

"NO! NO.." yaya shook as Arlan brought the handcuffs closer to her.

"You're too naughty for me to hate dissidents, *my angel*"