Good Romance With My Bad Mafia
CHAPTRE 52

Arlan opened his heavy eyes, he glanced at the door that had been knocked from the outside, also heard the sound of Lan from back there, whether he could report what he was this time, hopefully good news. At least today Arlan wanted her grief not to increase anymore, enough already she felt tormented with everything.

"Lake in!"

Lan entered with a box of food in her hand, the man placed her on the nightstand "this pie, made by Miss"

Arlan woke up immediately. He sat up straight leaning on the head of his bed. He looked at the box, then he opened it."he made me a pie?" ask Arlan to make sure.

"No sir, it was the old grandmother who gave it" Lan reported unpleasantly seeing the tender look of her master.

"It wasn't Yaya who gave this" Arlan muttered softly, he pushed back the box, reluctant to stare at its appetizing contents.

"Master, all your orders I've done"

"Did she receive my flowers?"

Arlan snorted angrily as Lan replied no, again the girl refused "i don't think I can wait any longer"

"Don't you!" suddenly Lan was aware of her tone, she lowered her head begging for mercy "forgive me master, but... Be patient, if you force the will, the lady may get angry. Women don't like violence, and they don't like being forced"

Arlan clucked "then how!? I'm sick of lingering like this, you idiot!"

Lan lowered her head in "pardon me sir, but just now when I told you about your situation... Miss looks a little surprised"

Arlan shook his head "he won't care" he said slowly.

"if he expresses that, he still cares about you, sir. I know, my boyfriend used to be like that"

Arlan screeched "sook to teach me?"

Lan shook her head"no boss master, not meant to patronize, but that was the truth, she was sad but... Her ego is self-controlled, miss is worried about you sir"

Arlan was silent for a moment, from most of Lan's words were 90% true, his assistant was experienced about love, Arlan thought this time he could trust his assistant.

Arlan cleared his throat "do something, you should be able to get her to come here, no matter how!"

Lan nodded "well sir, I try!"

****

Lan paced back and forth in the courtyard of the house occupied by the yaya, she was confused, how to get her Miss into her trap?

Ah, Lan became grateful, there was also a point in her accompanying her marathon lover drachin! He became a teenager-like love tactics today, he became convinced that his plan would work.

Lan typed something on her phone, a message that went to her boss, after Lan rushed to find her Miss.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Miss!, Miss! Miss!" Lan was like a frightened person pounding on the door of the house.

Chequek...

The door opened, showing all of its occupants had been standing in front of the man, Lan swallowed the hard-earned Saliva, she became nervous as she stared at all of those eyes. Why did everything show up?! Lan just wanted to talk to Ayashya! Not you.

"Why, son" asked the old granny, feeling a little surprised at Lan's arrival, which she knew enough of, which she already knew, yesterday they have told a lot of stories ranging from the relationship of yaya and the boss to his daily life he talked with the grandmother.

"Sorry to interrupt your time" he tried to counteract the heartbeat that made him a little Tremor "Miss... Master needs you" he looked seriously at Ayashya's face

Yaya says she doesn't like "stop that shit, I don't have anything to do with her. Catch that"

In Lan's heart was already cursing, it was hard to persuade this girl "but miss... Do you have no intention of meeting the boss? See him just once?" Ask her nervously

Ella understood now, this is a private matter yaya, she gently pulled the arms of her grandparents away from the two people "Grandpa and grandma, do you want to make warm ginger?"

Back at Lan as well as Yaya, the two were still talking about Arlan's condition. Indeed the man was sick, but presumably Lan was overreacting to tell her Miss.

"Yes, miss. Mr. last night in the infusion, he was really limp. And... Does miss know? Tomorrow is..."

Yaya tilted her head "what? I don't know why tomorrow"

Lan nodded "so ya.." she scratched her chin slowly "tomorrow is a gloomy day master, boss" Lan said slightly whispering.

Yaya frowned confused "Dimid day?" he clucked "since when was Arlan's day not bleak? Every day he was always gloomy" muttered yaya, Lan almost laughed crazily, but as much as she could bear.

"Not so, miss. Tomorrow it's right to commemorate the day of the death of the great madam, the birth mother of the Boss master"

Yaya was instantly speechless, tomorrow?! "really?" her question was instantly answered a steady nod by Lan "Usually, according to the report I know from the old maid in the house, the master will go berserk, even torturing himself inside her room, miss. What would you do if it happened again?"

Yaya is silent, her human side begins to appear, her tiny heart is immediately nudged wanting to be near Arlan, accompanying the man until he is fine. But... The pain in my heart is still felt, it is hard to forget all that.

"Miss? Can miss stop by? Just a minute's stuff? Master boss needs you" asked Lan politely, in his heart he had prayed so that this time he would not fail to bring his lady home.