Good Romance With My Bad Mafia
CHAPTRE 16

Yaya squirms, he stretches his muscles. Slowly those beautiful eyes opened, he blinked several times gathering his consciousness

ceklek....

Suddenly the door opened, along with Yaya sitting on her bed. What a messy appearance yaya, pillow face, puffy eyes, and messy hair like a lion.

Arlan boasted his smile as he saw yaya staring innocently at him. The man came in with a cell phone in his hand, he took a seat right on the edge of the bed.

"It's waking up, baby"

Yaya did not reply, the girl yawned with her hands covering her own mouth "Hoam... What time is it?" ask her

Arlan chuckled, he gently tidied his girl's hair, "you're like a lion" she said

Yaya brushed the hand off her head "there, I can do it myself" and then tidied her own hair quickly.

"You hungry?" asked Arlan he had glanced at the tray above the nightstand, yaya food is still a lot of milk untouched to this day.

Yaya is silent, he will continue his crab action until Arlan is really willing to comply with his request.

Arlan frowned as yaya got up from the bed, the man blocking yaya's arm "where are you going?"

Yaya clucked, he threw out the man's hand "toilet" he replied sniffly.

Arlan clucked resentfully, yaya no longer showing his adorable side, and Arlan hated when yaya was cold on her!

"Don't be old"

Yaya ignored Arlan's words, he walked into a small room in the corner of this room, and rightly suspected that it was a toilet

Yaya washes his face with running water, he does it many times to release his current anger.

Geck! poke!

"Yes"

The girl chuckled blankly, look now Arlan was standing in front of the bathroom door knocking, but yaya had just briefly left the man.

"Yes! You all right? Answer me, baby"

Yaya turned off the water faucet, and the girl went out. Just now he opened the door, yaya immediately embraced Arlan in the arms "Sorry, I'm sorry, yaya" muttered Arlan.

Yaya clucked in his heart, until when he should be stuck with this man "don't apologize if you're still repeating your mistakes!"

Arlan pecked for a moment at the yaya's words just now, slowly he took off his one-sided embrace from the girl. With her flat expression Arlan stared at the face of yaya, the girl was even reluctant to stare back at him.

"Go home" now yaya's staring at that guy's annoying face.

Arlan firmly shook his head "No. I'll grant you anything, just not by staying away from you" he said gently "again we've agreed, a week you should stay with me. Here"

Yaya thought hard, presumably he should be able to go more extra disguised as a cute girl so that Arlan could melt. But for this one, let yaya run the action in this luxurious house for the next week. Then after her, she'll run away, go as long as her.

"Yeah, be a submissive and I'll be nice, don't argue otherwise, I'll be mad at you"

Yaya nodded, he hugged Arlan closer, he hid his face in the man's chest. His head hurt thinking of a powerful way to be free from this crazy man.

While Arlan who was hugged felt very happy, he hugged the tiny body tightly with the occasional peek at the top of the girl's head.

"Arlan.." Yaya looked up at the man's face

"Why, baby?" asked Arlan while smiling.

"Yaya wants to eat meatballs.. What can?" her question with an adorable voice made Arlan angrily half-dead.

"certain.. Wait here, let me kusruh—"

"Yaya wants to eat at her stall directly" the girl pinta with glittering eyes

Arlan cleared his throat for a moment, then he shook his head "no, you have to stay home this week. Let me tell my men to buy meatballs for you"

Yaya shriveled his head, damn it! His plan failed. He had planned to run away with the frills of eating out. "Yes, but... Yaya wants to eat out..." Yaya whines as Arlan suddenly looks at her sharply "aaa listen first... Yaya wants to eat at, at the dinner table?"

Arlan raised next to her eyebrows "Yaya got bored in the room constantly.." her great-grandson took off his second hug.

Arlan growled dislikely as the girl took off her embrace, she was unwilling. "Can, but.." Arlan purposely hung up his words.

"But? But what?" yaya is curious.

Arlan looked down, he handed his cheek to yaya, the girl suddenly frowned. Damn it, Arlan took another chance from him.

With a forced smile yaya shook her head "No, yaya doesn't want to.." her great-grandson chose her tiny fingers that interlocked.

Arlan seemed to be slapped by the subtle repulsion, he was increasingly convinced that yaya did not have a taste for him. "No problem, you chose so" Arlan re-enforced his body, the man walked out of the room yaya flat as usual.

"Ar, what about me? Can't you?" yaya asked in a loud voice for Arlan to hear.

Arlan nodded without turning around, his hand grabbed the door knob and then opened it "wait, wait a little while the waiter comes to deliver your order" he said before closing the door.

Yaya let out a long sigh, he was really sick of this role! He doesn't like to keep pretending. But how else? This is the only way he can be free from Arlan.

"Stranquilo, yaya. You can do it!" his murmur stared at the door of the room that had been locked from outside it.