King Mafia And His Angel
No memory of the past
Zehra seemed busy making breakfast in the kitchen with the waiter, his hands agilely began to make tea and some breakfast menu for them.
Arash was still asleep when zehra started to come out of the room and downstairs, not knowing why for zehra Like his men are having a severe problem that is quite difficult to solve.
He could see the sadness behind the man's eyeballs last night, but when Zehra asked why Arash was obviously reluctant to answer.
For zehra maybe her self has not been the right person for the man to share his story, he said,until zehra can not be a selfish ng'yan who wants to know about Arash's affairs and forces Arash to tell him about his grievances.
For a moment Zehra put on her smile as Arash began to stand on the top of the stairs, then slowly Arash began to descend the steps one by one.
Zehra starts putting Arash's teacup on her table, then prepares to move Arash's breakfast into the dish and put her on Arash's table, but before that happened suddenly Arash was standing in front of him and then kissed his cheek softly.
"Good morning"
Arash said slowly.
"Eh?"
Zehra looked surprised.
Arash seemed ordinary, immediately looking for the newspaper this morning as usual, began to read it while busy sipping his warm tea.
Zehra was still fixated for some time, until the servant's touch shocked her.
"Miss?"
"Ah yes"
Instantly zehra developed her smile, glancing towards Arash for a moment. For the male zehra it is like that, somehow saying it, if you say not good at expressing his feelings, arash always be gentle and kind, it's just that the man in his daily life does not talk much, but when seducing towards bed sounds so expert and clever.
Ishhh.
Sometimes Zehra's face flushed red at the man's whisperings behind her ear.
But for Zehra Arash did treat himself well. facilitating all his needs not even much complaining about whatever zehra was doing. Arash obviously gave himself a lot of freedom, not curbing his rights at all.
It's just that zehra was quite curious how exactly the man looked if he was smiling or laughing, Arash had never once smiled or laughed during his time with him. The man at most only raised the tip of his lips slightly or even looked at his face when he wanted to say YES or GOOD.
"I'm sorry"
Zehra tried to break the silence between them.
"Hmm?"
Arash looked back at Zehra, trying to get rid of the newspaper in his hand.
That's obviously a big question that's been plaguing zehra's mind for a few days.
For a moment Arash looked at Zehra's face.
"When my Daddy went into a coma because of the tragedy of our childhood accident, the only man who cared for me and raised me and Deborah was Daddy anta, and he even saved my life in the past"
Said Arash quickly while staring in zehra's face.
And the other reality is, he and my Daddy are the masters of the black pearl mafia, and that man saved my Daddy from his death in the past.
Zehra nodded slowly.
He thought they still had family connections, apparently none at all.
"And Daddy Anta gave 1/2 of his kidney to my daddy in the past"
"Yes?"
Zehra was a little surprised to hear Arash's words.
"Me and I have been married before"
Zehra looked silent, trying to look through Arash's eyeballs.
"But I rejected her matchmaking, because I considered Anta just as one part of the family"
Zehra seemed to expand her smile, nodding slowly at what Arash explained.
"Then what about you?"
Ask Arash suddenly.
"They said you never met your real father's family?"
Zehra nodded slowly.
"I have no recollection of my childhood, which I remember when I woke up from my sleep, they said the woman sitting next to me was my stepmom"
Zehra fast.
"There is not a single memory left behind about my family in the past"
Arash seemed silent, trying to sip the tea in front of him so as not to rest.