Loving the Mafia
Rival Decisions

Rival was sitting casually in the living room, his legs crossed with his eyes fixed on the phone he was playing. 

The sound of the door opened then closed, followed by the pace of a pair of high heels breezed on the ceramic floor.

"I want to talk!" Rival's view is still directed towards hp. Although without looking at the figure spoken to, he knew that the figure was Dalsa.

Rival's words made Dalsa stop and approach her brother. "What's up, Mom?"

Rival stuffed the hp into his pants pocket, got up to his feet and stared at Dalsa sharply. 

"Revalina will be my wife. Do you still want to rebel and reject it?" resolutely Rival made Dalsa raise her face and raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to marry a girl who is clearly my enemy? Mas even yesterday followed angry with him when I had a problem with him. Mas also punished him because he was upset he had made the same problem me. So why now defend him?" upset Dalsa.

"You're in trouble with him and I've punished him according to the rules. That's your problem, not mine. Even if I'm mad at him, it's because I don't like him hurting my sister. But that doesn't mean I'm against him. After the punishment he received, then the business was over. And now the problem is she's gonna be your sister-in-law."

"No. I don't agree."

"I don't need your approval?" rival dominated.

"I don't like him, I can find more than him."

"I want him, as Mas Jacob said, that his business will be more extensive when I marry Revalina."

"Oh, so he's the son of a conglomerate? That's why Mas wants to marry her just for business?" Dalsa said in a high tone.

"Yes. I want to marry him. Whatever the reason, she will be my wife. Point. You have to accept that." Rival confirmed his words.

"No."

"I'm sorry to Revalina tomorrow!" rival's words with a sharp look like a dagger, his voice loud and high, made Dalsa speechless and lowered, afraid. His protective figure snapped and showed anger. 

This was the first time that Dalsa had gotten a curse from her brother. 

"Tomorrow, you must meet him and apologize!" resolutely Rival then breezed away, leaving Dalsa frozen in place.

***

"Greetings!"

Revalina, who was sitting at one of the campus cafeteria tables, looked at the man sitting opposite her. "Acram!"

"Hm. You how are you?" ask Akram. "After you know Mr. Rival is included as one of the perpetrators, what are your next plans?"

"Let this be my business. You don't have to interfere. I don't want to involve you."

"The rajani is the man I love, it is only natural that I defend his honor. Whoever drops his pride, then I want to interfere." Akram rubbed his sad face. "I can't forgive that savagery."

"I still have to find out through Mr. Rival whether there is anyone else involved or not."

"you mean? You still suspect someone else besides Mr Rival?" ask Akram.

"It's not. I felt sure that the four of them would not be able to do such a heinous act without the help of others. There is someone who is behind all this. And I have to find that guy. If Mr. Rival is finished, then I will not be able to know who the mastermind is. I have to hear from him, or at least I know from his electronics or something."

Akram breathed. "Whatever it is, I support you. It's just, I feel unacceptable when Mr. Rival is still wandering around quietly while Rajani has already left us because of his actions."

"I will definitely give a harsh punishment to Mr. Rival." Revalina nodded.

"certain. Thanks to ya."

"And remember, don't be reckless. Do not let you harm yourself what else makes everyone suspicious of you if something happens to Mr. Rival. You have to be careful."

"I get. That's why I don't want to be rash. It should be planned carefully. Mr. Rival is not a fool. He must have built a high fence so he wouldn't be accused." 

"So far what are you doing?" ask Akram.

"I'll enter Mr. Rival's life."

"How?"

Revalina smiled. "Repo."

Akram laughs. "I'm ready to help you, whatever it is. Even if you want me to act for Mr. Rival, I will. For Rajani."

"Sad you're the same Rajani."

"You've never been in love, so you don't know what it's like to lose to savagery."

For a moment the brand was silent. Drink each one. Revalina gulps down the juice.  While Akram sipped a canned drink that he brought.

"I go first! You call me if you need anything." Akram walked away.

Canton began to fall. Classes will begin soon. Revalina slacking off from there. I think he wants to get out of college soon. Since Rajani is absent, Revalina feels there is less.

Suddenly several people appeared and surrounded the table where Revalina was sitting casually. 

Revalina's gaze circulated on the people surrounding her. They all stood around him. There are at least six people. One of them is Dalsa. 

Oh, apparently the head of his gang is Dalsa. The faces around Revalina followed Dalsa's sharp facial expression.

Revina finished her juice through the pipette casually. In his heart he cursed. Damn it, how dare you play. Loser!

"If you want to sit down, let me get out of the way." Revalina stood up, but her steps were blocked by her friend Dalsa.

"What does this mean?" Revalina looked at Dalsa paused.

Dalsa turned around the table, approaching Revalina. Now he stood right in front of Revalina.

Revalina actually wants to go away, away from the problem. But access roads are closed. They encircled his body until he had no way out.

Dalsa's gaze was sharp. He smiled cynically then said, "What did you do to my Mas Rival?"

"Ask to Lak Rival."

"Mas Rival was expecting you to be his wife."

"Oh. Sorry, it doesn't matter to me. I knew that from the beginning. Move aside! I'm going through." Revalina actually felt daunted to see the six sadists who were ready to pounce on her. If only they had to gang up and khilaf to shrink it to the wall like the news that had just gone viral, he would not have been struggling. But he still showed a bold attitude. 

Dalsa advanced again, until finally their distance was almost eroded, remaining only about one inch. 

I don't know what Dalsa will do after this. Revalina was alert, alert and ready to mount the horses.

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