Good Romance With My Bad Mafia
THE CHAPTER 71

Arlan woke up from his sleep, he felt his empty side, the man's forehead shriveling violently. "Baby...?"

There is no reason, Arlan opened his eyes wide that still feels heavy, the man then sat on the bed, his head moved to look back and forth looking for the idol lost somewhere.

"Yep?!" Arlan went downstairs, the man ran to the toilet looking for his girl.

"yeah?! Darling?! Where are you, YAYA!!" Arlan ran out of the room, he ignored his appearance that was only wearing a knee-length boxer at the moment, the man opened violently the door of the ayashya room next to him, but nil. That girl wasn't there, too, "Yaya!!?" Arlan shrieked loudly while running down the stairs.

Smelled by the aroma of cooking, Arlan increasingly widened his steps towards the kitchen "where is my girl?" ask the waiter who accidentally crossed paths with him.

"Miss, it's in the kitchen, sir"

Arlan rushed towards the kitchen, his heart pounding as he heard the sound of an oil explosion, all the servants as well as the chef instantly saluted their boss master who very rarely went into the kitchen.

"YYYYY!!!"

"Yes!"

Arlan ran to hug the girl, he checked her "what's the matter?!" ask the man. His eyes sharpened as he looked at the already flushed yaya hand.

Yaya looked up at the tall man,

"Because of the splash of oil, hubby.." his fight thrust his hand before Arlan.

Arlan clucked furiously, the man immediately carried the yaya, carrying the girl out of the kitchen. Arlan sat his girl down at the dinner table "wait here!" press the man, after which he ran somewhere.

Yaya grimaced with the pain on her arm that was hit by a hot oil splash, she blew the blow to get her taste better, before long Arlan came with a medicine box in her hand. Yaya smiled faintly, the man was very sweet in a blind morning like this.

"Why go to the kitchen?!" arlan asked curiously, the man painstakingly smeared the ointment on his girl's hand.

"i'm Cooking" explained the girl a little cocky. Why should I ask? Everyone knows what the kitchen is for.

Arlan packed the utensils into the box, he stared at her face inside, his expression flat but piercing eyesight "Who told you to cook?"

Yaya shook her head "nothing, that's my own wish" she replied with her head bowed.

"Look at me while we're talking!"

the girl raised her gaze, can she see Arlan's face is currently transformed into a creepy "why do you want to cook? There are already many cooks in this house, do not bother yourself" said the man.

the girl nodded "sorry... I just wanted to make you a special breakfast"

Arlan was silent for a moment, he looked at the girl. He knew very well that at this time yaya must be afraid of him, gently the man flanking his chin, pulling him until the two see again meet "thank you for good intentions, but... Don't go in the kitchen anymore, I don't want you to get hurt, baby" then the guy hugs the girl

yaya nodded, he rubbed the man's messy hair, only to realize that Arlan's current appearance is not because "Hubby, you do not work?" ask the girl suddenly.

"I still want to relax with you"

"But how's your job?"

Arlan snorted annoyedly as her girl took off her second hug "it was easy, I could do it at home, besides there was my secretary in the office, she never missed work"

Yaya stroked Arlan's forehead which slightly scrunched up "you're the boss, right? Must be a role model, there's a shower, you have to go to work"

"Wouldn't"

"Arlan..."

"What?" the man nosedived his eyebrows fiercely "i want to be home, with my introverted girl" the big finger swooping on the girl's left cheek.

Yaya snorted dejectedly "alright... If you don't want to, let me work" the girl said slightly threateningly

"gdhl..." Arlan laughed crisply "You can handle my company?" ask her a little challenging.

Arlan frowned to find her girl shaking her head "I'll work in the old place, not in your company" she replied, upsetting Arlan instead of playing.

"I'm the owner of the bag factory and the restaurant, baby"

Yaya glared sharply "so arrogant, yes I will go to find a church" yaya got up from the chair, was about to leave but could not because Arlan had already carried her like a sack of rice "Alright, you know, you can't leave, I'm going to work. You come with me!"

"Hey! Lower me!"

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Arlan kissed the temple girl next to him who had just been quietly walking, now both of them have really arrived at one of Arlan's largest companies, Arlan, he deliberately brought his girl to this place so that he could be more excited while working, he would also introduce yaya to all workers in that place.

"Good morning, boss" said a burly man wearing a bright ash suit, smiling at Arlan who had just arrived, and a girl next to him.

Fino was surprised not to play, the man then bowed respectfully "good morning too, Madam" he said greeting, until now all eyes were on them.

"Well, this boss is amazing! Never seen close to the girl, suddenly already have a wife" said Fino joking, Arlan just chuckled in response to that.

He re-embraced the waist of his friendly girl "ayo dear" he asked her.

Yaya nodded, he looked at Fino with a smile, the man smiled and looked down once "until he meets again, Boss, madam"

Arlan stroked her girl's slender waist "the next time... Just wear a suit, if you come here" whispered Arlan.

"What's the matter?" Ask the girl confused.

"Your body is so beautiful, baby. Just using a dress like this must be a lot of striped eyes targeting you" the man explained gently.

Yaya nodded in understanding, indeed all the dresses that Arlan bought were very suitable and fit in her beautiful body, attracting the attention of many eyes to admire her.

"Tomorrow on a robe" whispered the girl with a fluffy smile, making Arlan's laughter come apart "you're adorable, baby"

The cup!

Arlan kissed the girl's puffer cheek "tomorrow we're married, I don't want to know!" her press made yaya giggle amused "whatever, but... I'm be—"

"Good morning, sir"

Their conversation stopped, Arlan's hand about to open the door handle now hangs in the air because the door is already open first from inside.

the two stared at the woman in a tight shirt suit and the matching skirt on the knee was "morning, Yura" Arlan said formally, "honey, it's Yura, she's my secretary" said Arlan introduced the pseudo-girl to her girl so that yaya did not think badly of her.

"Secretary?" asked slowly, Arlan nodded "yes, she is just my secretary in this office" she replied plainly, making Yura bow in respect.

"Greetings, Miss, I'm Yura, Mr. Roverald's personal secretary"

"Oh, well Yura, greetings, I'm Ayashya" Sahut the girl introduced herself.

"My wife's candidate" Arlan's timpal made Yura instantly sculpt.

"Continue your work" Arlan said later, making Yura nod obediently and go straight to her desk outside the room.

"She's so sexy, your taste is good, baby" said yaya, looking at her fiance with a look of laughter.

"Hey..." Arlan protested, he opened pulling the girl into his workspace "I'm looking for a tenacious worker, and he's pretty good for complicated work here, I chose him not because of looks, I chose him not because of looks, baby"

Yaya nodded his head, he sat down on the long sofa available, the girl's hand picked up an apple-shaped eraser on the table, he smiled staring at it.

"Yours?" tanya yaya showed a red eraser in her hand.

Arlan shook her head "you're not mad at me, are you?" ask the man back.

"why should I be angry?"

Arlan sighed as a child, he raised the girl sitting on his lap as usual, they were facing each other, the dres was slightly exposed displaying his girl's smooth thighs "Honest to me, angry or not?" arlan asked this time very seriously, he looked inside the girl's face with a difficult expression to interpret.

Yaya swallowed her hard-earned Saliva, inexplicably she suddenly became her own distraught stared so by her future husband "not angry, has put me down" yaya move asked to be released, let go, but Arlan instead held her "honest answer, baby..."

"I'm being honest, Arlan" he grunted.

"You want me to fire him?" ask Arlan

Yaya gawked for a moment, he slapped the burly chest "heh! No, you need him"

"I can look for another, tenacious adept fan not just him in this world"

"Don't, pity him. I'm not angry anyway, why am I angry? You're weird!"

Arlan growled angrily "you said no angry, but from that moment your lips are reluctant to call me hubby. You're angry baby, just confess"

Yaya was silent, he looked down deeply. There was a moment of silence, yaya played the big fingers of the man "yes just a little annoyed, earlier.." the girl set her hunting breath, somehow her chest suddenly tightened, want to cry but prestige, yaya admitted he was jealous blind. But, he's Arlan's fiancee, right?

"Look here" Arlan's pinta was directly obeyed by the girl.

"She's just my secretary, baby." she explained gently, yaya nodding "i know" she replied raucously.

The pain in his chest was getting worse, he wanted to break his cry right now "Can I kiss you?" he said asking permission from the man, Arlan smiled brightly "sure baby!" reply spirit.