Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 31

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*The blue lake stretches wide. The tares are seen dancing in the wind. The closed eyes opened slowly. The brown netra was sweeping around. There is no housing around it. The greeting of the clear brown netra is only the breadth of the Ilalang field and on the edge there is a blue river that is so wide, presenting beauty to both eyes.

The small leg went down the stretch of Ilalang at chest level. In my heart I wonder where it is now. That shoulder-haired woman, narrowed her two eyes. To clarify his vision. Up ahead, he saw his family. My father and mother smiled gently at him. Romi the younger brother who rarely displays a gentle smile on his handsome face. Now it looks like it. Although there is a sense of happiness, but it does not deny there is pain in the heart of Dera.

"Sister! Here!" A loud cry from Romi calling her*.

*Dera ran through Ilin. The smile on his lips grew wider. His feet were in front of his family. Dera hugged her mother first. The Mando-born woman gently rubbed the eldest daughter's back. While Sandy also rubbed the top of the princess's head.

"Dera, miss Papa and Mommy!" Said Dera deepening his face*.

"*We miss you too, dear." Reply to the beloved Mother with a soft tone.

"Be careful there. We've always loved you, De!" Said the head of the family when the swab was stopped. Replaced with a light peck on Dera*'s forehead*.

*Amanda let go of her embrace. Their faces turned flat. The pat on the shoulder made Dera turn her body. And a little looked up, considering his handsome sister was taller than him.

"I'm sorry Romi, Brother!" said Romi in a soft tone, "Romi does like to judge Brother. Because Romi loves Brother. Sorry also because like his Romi can't protect his forward sister," he continued making Dera's forehead wrinkle*.

"*Hey! What's wrong with you? It's not like you? And where is Sari?" Dera asked staring around. No he found his youngest brother.

When the crescent moon's eyes turned towards his family. There was no one there anymore. Dera panic. Calling his family who suddenly disappeared*.

"Father!"

"Mother?"

"Rom*!"

Igauwan with a trembling body made the burly man directly touch the forehead of the wife. The heat! Dera fever.

"Darling!" Hiro's voice panickedly shook Dera's body slowly.

Dera's eyelids opened slowly. Hiro sighed softly, did his wife's parents approach his dream. What they said to their wife. Really am! Hiro was feeling restless and agitated.

"Sister?" exclaim Dera with a hoarse tone nan in typical wake up. Dera could not believe that her husband was in Jakarta again. Hiro did not say when he would return.

Hiro got off slowly from the rajang. His hand reached for the glass filled with mineral water. Next to his hand again helps Dera sit and lean on the bed dashboard. After feeling comfortable with his position. Hiro thrusts a glass lip at Dera's red lips, slowly the woman gulps down the mineral water that was thrust into the toilet.

Hiro put the glass in its place. His thumb wiped the water feather perched at the corner of Dera's lips slowly.

"When did you arrive?" ask Dera with a heavy tone.

This woman's breath is not normal. Heat attacks the body. Hiro brought his body closer to Dera. Hugging her woman in slow and gentle movements. As if a little rough then his beloved wife will be shattered into pieces. Dera happily accepts Hiro's sweet treatment. Masculine fragrance lurking in the olfactory senses of Dera. Plain top body without fabric. Only jeans are attached at the bottom. Showing Hiro's mighty muscles.

"I just got home at one in the morning. Sorry to worry you." Hiro rubbed Dera's wet back in a sweat bath.

"Sister!" exclaim Dera slowly.

Hiro let go of his embrace on Dera. The woman looked up at Hiro's handsome face. Uh! Only then did Dera realize how handsome this man was. Life bagir upright, red lips sexy, thick black eyebrows lined up neatly, lashes no less thick and pliable, lashes, the jaw is firm and dazzling and do not forget the dark brown netra firmly belongs to Hiro. Who can drown anyone in his charms. If only Hiro wasn't the Mafia Boss, then there would definitely be a lot of people entangled in him. And in reality many are entangled in the cold charm of this one Yakuza Boss. Without a word excepted.

Such a deep charm is wrapped up with a great CEO. A rapidly growing company in Indonesia. Although a Mafia, it does not mean Hiro resigned to one place only. For Hiro, he prefers to play stock exchanges and books. Of the sword, blood and throne. If it wasn't for his mother's obsession, Hiro would have preferred to be a big businessman. Than being a big boss.

"Have you finished admiring this handsome face of your husband, Lady Yamato?" Tempta Hiro gave a wink to his wife.

Just contact it, Dera was aware of its strangeness. Red Rome was faintly visible on his face. This beautiful woman looked down in hue. Instantly he bleng. Hiro Yamato's charms should be on the lookout. Got to!

Hiro chuckled faintly. Although the intelligent brain was tangled with the death of his wife's family. And the bodies and carcasses have not yet been found. He had to return to Jakarta, not for giving up. But Dera did not want to be suspicious of him. If I can be honest, Hiro knows that Dera is able to feel the unpleasant feeling will lose.

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The slight tap of the index finger on the workbench and the fine frown on the forehead made Hiro so dazzling and manly. Yeko, stand up straight on Hiro's right side.

"Are we going to stop this search, boss?"

Hiro stopped his activities. Groaning loudly. Goddamnit! If only Kara wasn't her birth mother. He had long since slashed the head of that beautiful woman. Lucky Kara is her birth mother. Women are obsessed with wealth and power. Obsessed with being a great woman in the eyes of Zeo Yamato. The man who betrayed his mother. Makes that woman crazy.

Eight years! At the age of eight, there was a big fight between Kara and Zeo. He could faintly hear how furious Zeo was. When the mother finished off the woman she loved. And also a child! Uh! Child anak. It's ridiculous, isn't it? His father had another son besides him. And so loved more than himself.

Kara forced her to practice martial arts at the age of five. It is not uncommon to lock Hiro in a crocodile cage. Little Hiro lost in training. Crying in the darkness of the night, and moans hungry Crocodiles. Five-year-olds should be responsible? Isn't that crazy the name?

At the age of six he even mastered martial arts, shooting, archery and also knowledge. It was forced and in the grind. No matter what. The most important thing is that Hiro Yamato has to be able to do more. Despite fighting hard, still not enough in Kara's eyes.

Just because of Zeo, the Father did not praise anything when Hiro won the game. Wrestling with trained Mafia members. It's hilarious! When that happened Hiro had to feel the pain of the acceleration without having to scream and cry. At that time he was only seven years old.

What sickened Hiro the most was when the mother said. If he was a son of Mafia. Legitimate descendants of Yamato. Great and handsome Mafia man. Must be like his father. Must be able to make Zeo glance at him. Sweetheart! Zeo still didn't take a glance at her.

Until the mother smelled the whereabouts of Shan Shan and his family. That crazy woman took out the Wu Family. Without any remainder, and ended up parting from Zeo. In the Mafia there is no divorce. If there is only by way of death. Zeo just left without being met by Kara. To this day. Zeo has never and does not want to meet Kara or herself.

And Kara still forced her will. To take the life of a person precious to Dera. Really am! Horrifically.

"Don't stop perca—"

"Boss!" A loud cry stopped the pace of Hiro's orders.

The beautiful woman gasped for breath when she arrived in front of the Boss' desk.

"The car was found. And now it's being identified." Said Clara in her breath hunting.

Hiro immediately got up from his sitting position."Quickly prepare my private plane!" Hiro's word quickly stepped out of his room followed by Yeko.

"Boss!" Call Clara quickly.

Hiro stopped and turned his body. The beautiful woman smiled."Sari survived, she was held in a tight hug by her mother and father." Clara said with tears flowing.

The sigh of relief was slow. At least Dera's sister is alive. This is to be grateful for.