Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 33

The metallic red sports car entered Yamato's luxurious grounds. The handsome man came out from inside the wheel of the car. Handing over the keys to his car to one of Hiro's men. His footsteps were as light as cotton, that handsome face looked cold filled with such a huge charm. A middle-aged woman bowed softly to one of the Boss' colleagues.

"Sorry Master Zhang, mister Yamato is not at home at the moment. Whether there is a need or something to convey," he exclaimed.

Leo glanced at the woman for a moment. Before that cold black netra swept slowly over the adjoining guest room. Restricting the main room with the living room. Leo Zhang knows for sure, if Hiro is not in Jakarta at the moment. This man did not come for that man. But want to see Dera, see the wife of this stepbrother. Is there anything Dera knows about her family. Or the woman knows nothing. Not having bad intentions on Dera. At least he knows that feeling. The feeling of losing valuable people. Lost in an unnatural way. Losing with a scary feeling. Leo wants to support the Padang-born woman. I want to be important to that woman.

Wait for. Please wait a minute, did Leo want to be a person who can support Dera? Didn't mean anything? Really funny. I don't know how the heart creates a taste. A lot of people misrepresent a taste. Including this handsome guy. He may think he has no meaning. Just wanted to share with that woman. But who would have thought, unintentionally speaking, Leo Zhang had another intention. His heart! Really am. His heart intended to be close to the wife of his father's brother.

Want more than just friends. Maybe! Without knowing if his heart holds a sense of admiration and wants to be a special figure in the heart of Dera. Despite knowing, and very aware that Dera has become Madam Yamato. Legally and Religion.

"Where is De——Clara?" the tongue almost slipped because it was too slippery. He quickly stopped the pace of the name he almost mentioned. Without wanting to answer the question that was originally thrown by the head of the Great House Maid.

The old lips did not answer. The beautiful woman with pale white skin had been at the dividing door, between the living room and the private room. He stood with his forehead folded.

"What's looking for me?" the loud exclamation made the two of them turn towards Clara.

The beautiful lady wearing the blue sea dress was staring slowly at the Boss' colleague. Before moving towards the second. Clara approached them. The middle-aged woman lowered her head slowly to the two of them. Before breezing away, because his obligation was over.

"There's something I want to speak to Hiro. But since Hiro is not here I might be able to discuss it with you," Leo lied in a relaxed tone. It was as if what he had revealed was not a lie. The Mafia blood is misleading. Talking to opponents, can be deceptive without expression and a broken tone. This Zhang man looked like he always did. What he's been like all this time.

"ah! So. We can talk about it in the backyard" Clara said after weighing what she should do. There is no Yeko here, usually Yeko will do anything. When the Yakuza Boss is out of place. Because both of them will arrive in Jakarta in two hours. Inevitably Clara will handle what feels important.

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A few times the man with glasses fixed the glasses that framed his handsome face. Occasionally the burly hand moved nimbly on the paper. Write down the prescription of the drug that must be redeemed by the patient. A warm smile never receded on his tired face. A few sentences ended the conversation between Bian and the Patient. Before the last patient came out of his practice room.

This Winata man released glasses that perched comfortably on his pony nose. Massaging slowly the base of the nose, before sighing roughly from the mouth. The big door opened, the beautiful nurse smiled at the Doctor.

"Welcome, Doc?" susan was just a stale base.

The handsome doctor who was usually greeted with Bi just nodded slowly. He closed his eyes slowly. Covering her warm bright black eye bead. Before opening it slowly. The sturdy back is rested on the back of the chair as comfortable as possible.

"Maybe soon won't be tired anymore Doc. If Doctor Bi finds a woman to take home. When I came home, someone greeted me with a smile. Making that tiredness just repeat Doc," Susan's tease makes a small line on Bian's face raised high.

"Yes. I want that too. But it seems, it hasn't materialized." Bian folded his hands in front of his chest.

Susan put on her thick jacket. Remember the night air is very bad for his body. He smiled softly, he had heard the love story of the Doctor. If he was in the position of that handsome Doctor. Susan fired her sister for meddling in a business she shouldn't have followed. Lucky if Susan's sister is not as crazy and as arrogant as Bian's sister.

"I pray to see you soon, Doc!" speak with sincerity Susan.

"Aamijin! Thank you for that, Su!" reply Bian softly.

"sama Doc. Then I'll go home first. My boyfriend is waiting outside" Susan said in a cheerful tone.

"Yes. Go first," replied Bian slowly.

The beautiful girl immediately left after saying goodbye. The hand in front of the chest is down. Bian opened his desk drawer, grabbed his leather wallet. The water of his face instantly changed, his bead of eyes sucked. Losing Dera made his heart fret. On the other hand, Bian was eager to get angry at his sister. But considering her sister is a woman and still a teenager. He could only swallow his wrath.

"I'm sorry, De!" Bian rubbed the photo he accidentally printed.

Elsewhere at the same time the woman who had been missed was half dead. Even nagging indistinctly at the cold-faced man. Hiro could only smile. There was no anger on his face. Fifteen minutes later he arrived at the big house. After taking care of the hospital and the care room of his sister-in-law. He moved straight to go home.

When he came home he got a lot of nagging from Dera. His wife was already starting to dare him. Nagging a lot of things, especially since Hiro didn't tell you if he was going out of town. Without replying to messages from himself.

"alright. I'm not gonna do it anymore. I was wrong, later if there is a sudden business I will immediately give news to my beautiful Wife. And will terrorize you with a message." Said Hiro pulling Dera's waist. Making the woman who stood with both hands to be on both sides of the waist immediately fell on Hiro's lap.

The yellow face immediately blushed. Where he ran, the aggravation he had been craving all day. The words he wanted to speak with anger. But all of it strengthened like the wind. Just ten minutes Dera channeled his irritation.

Dera's shoulder is heavy. When the head of the Mafia leader fell on his shoulder. Slowly Hiro inhaled the distinctive aroma of the rose. Entering his olfactory senses. That handsome face was so tired. Really tired.

"I'm glad to have your nagging. You know, De! My mother never did the things Mothers in general did. He would just silently glare at me with his sharp eyes before dragging me into the frightening room" Hiro said in a heavy tone.

Dera silent. The woman did not answer. There was a pain in his heart when he heard Hiro's weak words. He did not know what kind of life lived by Hiro. It can be as strong and as big as this.

Dera's hand lifted and rubbed Hiro's back head gently. Provides a sense of comfort and security in Hiro's eyes. What happens if this big Mafia guy loses Dera?! Is it still able to be strong and also warm. Like at the moment. Those rough hands were no longer covered in blood. Just used to touch the pen. It is no longer deadly.