Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 11

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"What about his condition?" hiro asked in a hasty tone.

"Calm down, boss, this lady is fine. Just a little scratch, for a scratch wound can be given ointment alone is enough," explained the thirty-four-year-old woman with great respect.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the doctor bowed respectfully before stepping away from the luxurious room. Leaving two different types. Hiro stepped closer to the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed. The muscular white hand was raised gently rubbing the neck that was on the bandage.

"You are indeed very naughty," murmured Hiro softly. "If you do the madness again. Then I'll finish off your whole family" he continued.

Although the girl did not hear Hiro's threat this man did not care, he was very upset when he knew Dera disappeared just like that when he was taken out of the house. Seeing the beauty of the flower petals that fall into an opportunity for Dera to escape, the girl is actually not blurred and there is no intention of fog. It's just that he's very bored and doesn't like being escorted.

Accidental meeting of himself and Kevin. And a play offer from Kevin, so entertaining to be rejected. Moreover, the man is not so dangerous for Dera. Both played very happily. However, finished it there was an expensive price that they had to bear. Kevin's life was almost in Hiro's hands.

In the past, Hiro did not think too much of it, did not want to serve Kevin's dislike of him. The man himself stated that Hiro was his rival. While Hiro does not feel the same way, Hiro is indeed a perfect man both physically and brain. Many of the girl-gaskis were infatuated with him however, the coldness of Hiro's attitude towards the many girls trying to get close to him. Make them not too brave more than say hello.

Although there are some girls who are very brave to offer a date. Even a one night stand with him willingly. Showing their virginity. Unfortunately, Hiro Yamato was not a female connoisseur. The pale-skinned man was a connoisseur of boxing rings as well as blood.

Being born and a body in a dark world made Hiro more reserved without words. However, directly with action, not many words came out of his lips. He is very rarely angry directly, showing an expression of his anger is not himself. He was a man who learned to control facial expressions.

From childhood he has been taught how to control facial expressions, so that they cannot be read by the interlocutor. Not showing the slightest angry face. So that the enemy does not aim for what is his weakness. And now, he can no longer hide and hide who is the most important in his life.

The girl he rubbed, the chubby-cheeked girl was one of them. Surely after his mother, as someone important in his life. The girl will always be in danger. Because there are no secrets in this world. The enemy is so many, and it's not just a handful of people.

Groans slowly, and the stretching movements of the shoulder-haired girl displayed a faint smile on Hiro's lips. Dera opened her eyelids slowly before closing them back. It grinds several times, adjusting the lighting received by the retina of the eye.

"It's waking up, bad cat," Hiro said in a soft tone. "You forget there's something you have to do as punishment. Challenged me and even ran away from me" he continued.

Dera's body stiffened, and he could not even gulp the saliva stuck in his esophagus. Hiro got off the bed standing beside the bed. Staring at Dera with a cold expression.

"You're not coming down?" hiro asked in a cold tone.

The girl immediately jumped down. Like animals in general. His face looks good trying to make the master pity. And not to do the punishment.

"Don't put on a face like that. You're a bad cat that needs to be punished" Hiro said, making Dera break out in cold sweat.

"B——bos!" call Dera stammering. "Can my punishment this time not be with a scary thing?" tanya Dera.

"You're trying to bargain with me, huh!"

"No. It's not that."

"Then what was it like?" ask Hiro.

Hiro's heart felt tingled at Dera's adorable expression. The hair is disheveled, the upil is still attached to both corners of his eyes and the traces of saliva foam are still visible. For some people it looks so disgusting and makes ilfill. However, if it is love like any condition will look adorable and beautiful. Is love not blind?

"Boss," Dera's whine made a laugh that was being held back from earlier evasive.

Outside the door Clara and Yeko looked at each other. They did not understand how Hiro could laugh out loud and loose like that. Whether Dera was indeed in the heart of the boss, until he forgot the wrath that happened yesterday. Pretty fucked up what happened yesterday afternoon. But this morning, nothing happened.

"I'm envious" Clara said.

"Although the Boss loves him. However, he would not be able to be with the Boss. He and the Boss from a different world. He'll always be in danger with the boss. The woman who should be with a Yakuza Boss is a strong and tough woman" Yeko said.

"Hopefully Dera doesn't like the boss. Because it will be very painful for him" said Clara.

Tracing the path flanked by a small river and Sakura trees feels so romantic. Warm hand grips are able to dispel cold air. The huge hard palm carried a small palm into his pocket. Both stopped at the river. Although it feels a bit uncomfortable for Dera. The girl did not dare to protest. Kala Hiro hugged her body from behind. That sturdy pointed chin perched beautifully on the top of Dera's head. A breath in both creates steam.

The petals of Sakura flowers fall on the broom. Dancing with the afternoon wind, the heartbeat behind his body can be heard clearly by Dera. Hiro felt so comfortable and alive. Warm, really warm. He wanted this girl, this not-so-beautiful girl. He wanted the girl he was hugging at the moment. Can anyway? He took this girl deeper into his life. Bringing Dera into the dark with him. Familiarize the two senses hear Dera with loud gunshots and rough spouts. Bringing netra brown Dera acquainted with the deep red color. Bring Dera kisser with fishy smell.

Hiro Yamato wondered about it, he could not let go of this girl. At first, he was just trying to play around. Bring this girl into his life. He thought he would not engage the heart here, because this girl was not beautiful and charming. Who would have thought! Not only do beautiful girls have charm.

Ordinary girls have a thrilling charm, simplicity that is able to immerse themselves. The warmth was so lulled, the comfort offered made Hiro complacent. How not? Dera often makes it a very good dish.

Although not luxurious but the homely taste offered makes the tongue can not be tangled. Dera who often gives comfort when Hiro tired. Not infrequently the girl peeked at his head, and asked what made her tired with a gentle smile amidst her fear.

When he came home from the massacre. The face of Dera who greeted him with a smile. It didn't matter even though the smile was forced, to Hiro it felt so warm and comfortable. What Dera did sincerely. There was never any evil intent. It only means that he and his loved ones are safe.

"When are we going back to Indonesia, sir?" tanya Dera was afraid.

Eyes that were closed slowly opened. The dark brown eye bead was open and became clearer.

"Two more days," replied Hiro quietly.

"ah! Is the Master still angry?" tanya Dera was almost mumbling because it was so soft.

"You think?"

Dera let go of Hiro's hand, the man straightened his body. The mature brown-skinned girl turned her body towards Hiro.

"Don't get mad. I was just bored at that time. After all, Master Zhao did nothing bad. He spent his money to buy the balance of the game," said Dera honestly.

"Saldo games?" repeat Hiro slowly.

"Yes." Yeah." Dera replied with a loud nod.

"You like playing games?" ask Hiro curious.

"Yes. I really like it" replied Dera enthusiastically.

"As it turns out," Hiro understood.

Dera smiled broadly as he knew Hiro would understand, he was still staring at Hiro. Hiro reached into his pocket. Take out a rectangular object. Pressing the call button by attaching the phone to his right ear. When the connected tone sounds loudly. Dera pursed the base of his nose.

"......."

"Recorating a house in Indonesia. Create a play area there. And let no one be absent" said Hiro made Dera's head dizzy for a moment.

Without hearing the answers of his men. Hiro disconnects. He smiled at Dera saving the square thing back. Pulling Dera into his arms.

"Now you won't feel lonely. I'll come play with you" Hiro said proudly.

If Hiro is proud. So Dera Sandya felt dizzy. Rich people are different. Can act and act as they please.

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