Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 17

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Many things cannot be revealed by taste, silent because of limited words. Freedom is no longer hers, but the girl tries not to fuss over it. Survival is a natural instinct of a human being, as is Dera. The girl would hold on as best she could, the smile line being pulled upwards forcefully. When the beautiful woman sat in front of him with the same smile yet, with a different meaning.

If the smile that Dera was spreading was an awkward smile. The beautiful woman threw a smile full of implied meaning.

"Drink! Don't be too tense," he said in a soft tone.

Dera's bead eyes looked at the woman in front of him with a look beyond admiration, how could a woman as beautiful as this. Was there an angel sitting in front of him? Or the offspring of angels. Smooth white skin, beautiful eyes like a star galaxy, nose bangir, red lips are very beautiful. Don't forget the brain bestowed on this woman in front of him, that beautiful woman is so smart. In Dera's heart sincerely prayed that Hiro would love this angelic incarnation. Because they look very fit and harmonious. Equally handsome and beautiful. And have an intelligent brain. Surely the offspring they obtained were descendants of superior seeds.

Mirabel sipped her green tea so gracefully, no one would know if this woman was a descendant of the mafia. At a glance from the way he smiled, stepped, and behaved. Mirabel looks more like a rich young Miss. The daughter of a mobster.

Dera's tiny hand enveloped the entire side of the tea cup, before sipping it softly. The original aroma of green tea is soothing. Soothed with water at the right temperature, making the green tea they drink the best drink. There is no sugar in it. The taste of the shoe is found by the tongue, even in a reasonable level. Green tea will be a good healthy drink for the skin when the sweet taste does not participate in it.

"What's your relationship with Hiro?" Mirabel asked when she put the tea cup on the table again.

Dera smiled gently much more leisurely than before, he exhaled softly. In order to dispel the anger within him, the mafia man seemed to really love him. It was evident from some of his rash behavior seeking his attention, and how the man looked at him. Dera doesn't know how she feels about Hiro.

If this girl can be honest with her heart, Dera likes how Hiro treats her now. There is no roughness or obnoxious words. Once upon a time, Hiro always said it as a pet. And treat her like a pet cat rather than a woman. However, these few weeks were different Hiro was no longer like that to him.

If only, Hiro wasn't a mobster. Maybe Dera will open her heart, to him. Hiro is the perfect guy. A man who does not give a lot of romantic words to all women, a man who never looks at just any woman with a naughty look. The man tends to stare coldly, wordlessly at women who are considered insignificant. The warm nature that he showed only to one woman after his mother. Of course where can Dera find such a man? He wasn't sure he could find it so easily.

"I don't know" said Dera in the end the anticipated answer just came out. Not what Mirabel wanted.

"You love, Hiro?" ask him with a heavy tone. Across an unwilling heart.

Dera looked down, not knowing what to answer? Whether he should say yes or say if he has no feelings for the cold man.

"Then you want to be his second wife? I'll give you permission as the first wife. Because either way he or I will stay married. Because our relationship is not a relationship like people in general. Many things will benefit from our marriage. While you? That is impossibility. If Hiro marries you, then he will have more opponents than friends" Mirabel said straightforwardly and firmly. "You can't give Hiro what he needs. But not with me. I can share with you. Before Hiro gets bored after getting you," he continued with confidence.

Dera said nothing, the problem here is not about who is fit and not to be with Hiro. Dera is not a girl who wants to share with others. Mirabel is pleased to share it with him. However, for Dera it was not the thing he would choose. If given a choice with a loved one, however, shared or with an unloved one will not be divided. Then Dera will choose the second option, better to be with an unloved one.

Next to Mirabel's eyebrows shot up, looking down at Dera. The village girl who did not know anything was so infuriatingly rejecting her heart's intentions. Next to the foot level crossed over to the other foot. With arrogance, the beautiful woman said. "You don't have to go into Hiro's life. You know you're too annoying in my eyes. Like a pebble so stuck in my expensive shoes!"

Dera squeezed his knee-length dress, he smiled blandly. This girl thinks Mirabel has a heart as pretty as her face. However, Dera was wrong to think that the haughty smiling woman had a kind heart. Right said people! Beauty does not guarantee kindness. And kindness is definitely a beauty.

"Min's supposed to get that pebble out of Miss's shoes. Do not let the small pebble block it is able to make Miss limp in stepping," reply Dera raised the face that had been bowed.

Her warm brown netra collided with Mirabel's cold brown netra.

"I'm not the one who wants to enter Mr. Hiro's life. Mr. Hiro, that's what pulled me in. So, you better take Mr. Hiro's heart first. Before saying that I am a pebble. Because I never had the intention to approach even take the heart of Mr. Hiro" Dera continued before standing up from his sitting position.

Both of Mirabel's hands clenched on both sides of her body, she did not reply to the word. Just silently staring at Dera's departure from her hotel room room. When the door closed, a grinning smile framed her pretty face. It looks so creepy.

"Alex!" exclaim Mirabel slow.

The figure called out from behind the walls of the living room and room. A man with a handsome face came out from hiding.

"Yes, Miss!" alex stood in front of Mirabel.

"Follow the girl, because the cure will soon work fifteen more minutes. Try to get a good picture" said Mirabel.

"Well, Miss!" He said while bowing respectfully. A dragon tattoo is seen on his neck as he pays his respects.

Mirabel smiled even wider as the door of her room closed for the second time from a different person.

"Don't get me wrong I did something sneaky" he said before a loud laughter filled the room.

At the same time, Dera stepped through the hallway of the luxury hotel. Several times Dera gently shook his face that felt strange. His footsteps were heavy, as if something was making him feel uncomfortable. He paused for a moment, holding on to the wall of the hallway.

"Why does it feel hot?" Dera muttered slightly touching her forehead, but there was no stinging feeling in the skin of her palm when she touched her forehead.

Dera's forehead crept softly, a single word that flashed through his mind. Thats, weird! Not hot, but it was burning. A strange feeling that he was unable to understand Dera shook his head slowly, before continuing his footsteps. Several times Dera grimaced uncomfortably.

BRUK!

"Sorry!" exclaims Dera slowly when the tiny body hit the burly body.

The man opens his mouth before it closes. I saw who was in front of him.

"Wheel!" the cry of disbelief made Dera look up. His face was getting hot and red.