Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 12

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Flower petals scattered in the free air, dancing with the twilight breeze, water whirling dancing with koi fish in the pond. Green tea steam billows off a distinctive smell, women in traditional Japanese clothes flanking tobacco between the middle finger and index finger. The blood-red lipstick on his thick lips was not piqued at all by the cigarette, his sharp eyes staring at the cold-faced man. The two sat facing each other, and,

for this pale-skinned man was used to staring at the sharp-eyed beautiful face accompanied by nose-piercing smoke.

"I heard you brought a girl here." Excitement by blowing cigarette smoke into the air.

The rough palm that had touched the body of the green tea cup looked at the mother. The woman who had given birth to him looked unfriendly.

"Yes. There's nothing special. I'm sure you've heard it clearly" Hiro replied in an indifferent tone.

The thumb and index finger flank the tea cup before sipping the contents slowly. The woman clucked softly, she did not like the expression on the son's face.

"She is not the right woman for you. You remember your position and status, son! A Yakuza Boss who has to be with a great woman" he recalled.

"I don't have to marry the woman of your choice, ma'am," Hiro argued.

Kara Haruno smiled cynically, the marriage of a Yakuza can not just be determined by the person concerned. Everything has a business in it, if you want to marry a woman you love. Many things they have to sacrifice, the position becomes a definite bet. However, there are other ways besides sacrificing office here. A Yakuza can train a woman to be a tough woman. Unstable in that dark world, there were no cries and whimpers. It should be as strong as reading with a cold expression.

"Are you ready to make her a heartless woman?"

Kara asked him to put the nipple he had sipped into an ashtray of clay.

Hiro was silent, that girl was not the right girl in the mafia world. The girl looked weak, both physically and psychologically. However, Hiro liked it, no! This guy loves that girl. There are no sexy and beautiful words in it. There is no strong word on Dera.

"Why silence? You can't make him cruel. Then you want her with you, son?" cibir Kara saw the residence of the son. "Don't forget, the world you and him are different Hiro. We are the true demons. Killing and slaughtering is not a bad thing. Rather than a habit of survival, neither your hands nor mine are full of fishy-smelling blood. If you still insist on marrying her. Then you'll fall, you can be with her, just make her a mistress instead of a wife" she explained Dera's position if she wanted to keep the girl by her side.

"I'm the boss of the Yakuza. No one can arrange me. What I want and what I need. Don't forget what made me enthroned here Mom! I'm not a layman. Not a stupid young man without ambition. Even if I marry her, no one can corner me. Even if it's you and Dad, Mom!" hiro protested in a heavy and deep tone.

Those red lips were tightly coiled, unable to take out a word. Kara knows for sure how Hiro bathed in blood. Obtained the highest office in the Yakuza even though he was the legitimate son of the Yakuza. If he is not strong and scary, it will definitely be removed easily. His son was not an indiscriminate child, many lives were lost in his hands. The strategy he did was always full of careful and perfect planning.

"We'll see in the future, how you'll handle it. It could have been him who refused the bond, this mother of yours would not have said much. You can do whatever you want. And deal with everything as best you can" Kara's circus in a heavy tone. That pretty face looks dappled. He didn't like the way Hiro denied it.

However, it cannot be too restrictive of Hiro's decision. Because the position of his son is higher than his position and the husband. Hiro stood up from his sitting position, stepping up without any respect. Too disappointed with my mother. She thought her mother would understand her decision, would be by her side if anyone cornered her. However, it seems that the woman who gave birth to him has another point of view.The wooden door shifted roughly, Yeko lowered her head slowly when the Boss came out of the meeting room of the mansion.

"Good, Boss!" yeko exclaimed without having to ask why the boss hastened their return to Indonesia.

Hiro steps out of the hallway followed by Yeko. The man seemed to be busy with his phone. Preparing for their return to Indonesia.

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A slow groan beside the body of the animated-looking man faintly. Dera yawned slowly, rubbing both her eyes. The waist was tightly hugged, as if imprisoning his body. The distinctive smell of gum gushed into his sense of smell, his heart beating normally and the breath touching the top of his head felt so warm.

Dera's brown eyes in front of the chest of the hard field behind the white shirt. Pretty extreme habit for that virgin girl. However, protest would be death. Silence and obedience will bring calm, this girl chose calmness so that she can breathe normally.

The small body moved slowly in Hiro's arms. Netra his eyes looked to the side, he only realized if it was already in the room that he was very familiar with. His heart was relieved, he finally returned to his homeland. Beautiful Japan just for a vacation not to settle. With slowly etched lip lines, slowly and gently. Dera put away the stocky hand that was coiled around her waist. Damn, not even separated even stronger and tightened the winding on his waist.

"Boss," said Dera with a distinctive raspy tone wake up.

Hiro just muttered heavily, this one man is indeed so difficult to be asked to let go in the morning. Always tighten his arms when asked to be released.

"I want to shower and cook. I'm very hungry" said Dera slowly.

Dera knew, Hiro could hear clearly. Even though the man was asleep. His hearing is very sharp, introspective above the level of humans in general.

"Boss," whined Dera again.

Hiro groaned violently before releasing the tiny body. Dera smiled widely. As the winding was released, he descended from the king-size bed in excitement. Stepping into the closet choose clothes and interiors that will be worn for today. Before closing the wardrobe, he glanced back. Staring at the man who was still closing his eyes with a regular roar of breath.

The clatter of the closet sounded as he closed the closet door. Step towards the bathroom door. It doesn't take long just to take a shower. The time spent was only ten minutes completing the morning ritual. Clattering the footsteps approaching the dressing table can be captured clearly, Hiro opened his eyelids slowly. The cold dark brown eye bead directly collided with Dera's back. Hiro noiselessly just stared without many words. He saw the girl combing his shoulder hair. Before turning the body towards him.

"Boss! Good morning," said Dera slowly. I forgot to smile as usual.

"Hem. Morning," Hiro gently replied. "What are you going to cook kitty this morning?" hiro asked still looking at Dera.

"Boss wants what?" ask the girl back.

"Fried rice. Make me some Fried rice," Hiro replied quickly without thinking.

"Alright," replied Dera slowly.

Before the leg stepped a cry beside his body made the move come to a halt.

"You and I are more like Dera's husband and wife" murmured Hiro casually. "What if I marry you, so that it looks more real?" tanya Hiro is able to paralyze all the nerves in Dera's body.

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