Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 34

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The jet-black bead did not stop staring at the handsome face sleeping beside him. Regular breaths, thick lashes are always of more concern to Dera. The woman stared intently at the husband's face. The face looks so tired. He did not know the feeling was present from when, to infiltrate into his heart and brain. He loved this scary guy. Long ago! The first time he met this Mafia boss. The one immersed in his mind was terrified and wanted to flee away from Hiro Yamato. Still attached to his brain, how a samurai sword slashed at the head of an officer man. Roll up before his eyes. To remove Dera consciousness from self. Recently, this woman knew. What made Hiro act like that. The man killed at the time was a corrupt state servant. And likes to harass female officers who have a lower status than him. The old man tried to take advantage of Hiro. Hiro Yamato is not a stupid Mafia boss. Long plunge in the dark world, not necessarily make Indra his feelings blunt.

Dera's fingers gently rubbed Hiro's eyelashes. Before descending on the jaw firmly Hiro. The dark black-eye beads dimmed when the memory of their conversation last night. The clear crystal escaped from the corner of Dera's eye. Her heart throbbed with pain when she knew how the life that her husband was living. The childhoods that should have played out were taken for granted. His mother was so heartless, making Hiro a weapon. As a tool to be on a higher level. Childhood is more than a bad word. Which is led by Hiro. There were no complaints or objections from little Hiro. Even though we have to fight with wild animals. Getting hit hard when failing in a fight. Even if he gets a victory. No warm hugs and kisses from the mother. Even the great Lord Yamato never glanced at his item for a moment. Her husband was lonely, slumped in many wounds. Until a good tone never flowed from his lips.

The thin red lips were bitten slowly. Withstand the stuffing that will flow. Twenty-two years, Dera was raised by her two parents with love and warmth. Although living with simplicity in the countryside feels better. Play with mud, marbles and play hide and seek. There is no torture and no blood. He lives with smiles and laughter. Life is so hard with poverty. But poverty does not take away happiness. The simplicity felt so warm. There is so much time to understand, understand and love each other. That's what Dera feels. The embrace of affection from his two parents is natural.

"K—ak! My family and I will give you good love. My mother will love you even if your mother doesn't. My father will praise you with a warm smile in your Papa's place. And I will always hold you. Don't worry!" He slowly stroked Hiro's tired face with a hoarse tone.

His face entered into Hiro's field chest. Though the tears keep flowing. There's a faint smile there. Warm Smile for Her Husband. She will sing Hiro and learn to love her husband. Even though he loved another man. But here, he was already married to Hiro. It's not just his life that's already tied to Hiro's. But also his heart, when the akad happened then the heart was tied. It is appropriate that he gives love to the husband who is more entitled to it.

There is nothing about how fate plays out between them. With the promise that has been tied up. For not going away from Hiro. Promise will always hug her and give Nausea to Hiro Yamato. Who deserves and deserves wrong here. Should you blame that handsome guy with that cold face for death? Or give up everything on time and destiny without handing anyone over? I don't know.

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A pale face with a natural makeup polish exudes a beauty that is so tempting. A big smile just spread out. The car down there looks so busy. Occasionally the sound of a car horn becomes a familiar tone for the indigenous people of Indonesia. Coffee vapor billows in the air. Two women of different ages sat facing each other. Graceful movement when sipping typical Indonesian Coffee with a faint smile. Back on back rest as comfortable as possible on the sofa.

"What about our next plan, Mrs Yamato?" Question words in hempas kala coffee cup has been back on the table.

Kara crossed her legs. Before lips with maroon-red lipstick are pulled up with an odd smile.

"Calm down, my son-in-law. In a moment, we will execute our plan. You'll be able to be with my handsome son. Nothing can stand in your way. A woman as beautiful and as great as you, is a woman who deserves to stand next to my Son!"

Mirabel smiled gently at her future mother-in-law. Yeah, she's the perfect woman for Hiro. The man who had long charmed her with cold charm and those cold, sharp eyes.

"I am very much looking forward to the path of our plan this Mother-in-law," Mirabel replied in a hopeful tone.

"of course. We'll do it perfectly."

"What about his sister?"

"Just calm. He will be within our grasp. That way, Hiro will even worship to marry you." Kara said with a loud laugh followed by Mirabel.

At the same time and in a different place. Leo was having a little chat with him below. The handsome man was seen staring at the old Hospital address given by one of the spies who was deliberately smuggled among Hiro's men.

"Is there anything strange?"

"No Boss. For now everything is normal."

"Observations of Kara's movements. That demonic woman would definitely do something crazy!"

"certain. He must die at the hands of Hiro. Before his son died in my hands. Wouldn't it hurt more when the one we love stabs us in the back!"

"Master!" Call with the door wide open. The middle-aged man entered with a strange face.

With hand movement. Leo's men came out of the room. Chou bowed slowly, saluting the young master.

"What's up?"

"Mr Zeo! Like her she's coming to Indonesia!" chou said with a strange face.

Leo hush. Her face looks messed up. For a long time, Leo had not seen the man's face. The man who smiled at him often. The man who carried her with warmth. But it's not the same now. Leo is not part of Yamato. Whatever happened. Zeo's son is long dead. With the Mother. The one living today is an orphaned man with no family.

"Finally, he's out too!" exclaim Leo with a soft tone.

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The aroma of delicious food enters the sense of smell of people. Dera brought the last two plates. The Maids have banned. The woman would not listen to her housemaid. He still does whatever he wants. Hiro smiled broadly as Dera approached him with the last two side dishes arranged on the table.

"Let's eat" said Dera with enthusiasm.

Hiro nodded no less his spirit. Before the young Madam Yamato was pulling a chair beside Hiro. He gives the code to Clara and Yeko. To join them. No need for coercion. They both sit together. Side by side.

"I want to eat this! This one too and this one!" Said Hiro pointing one by one side side dishes and vegetables are served.

Dera took one by one which was addressed by the husband put his on the plate. Uh! Clara was envious to see her Boss' relationship look so friendly. Through the tail of her eyes, Clara glanced at the man beside her. Damn it! How could Yeko eat first with his cold face.

Clara silently sneered. Really polar ice! Not feeling and not being sensitive. Dera and Hiro occasionally laughed softly.

Clara breathed in tiredness. Before turning his eyes to the woman who was smiling shyly at Hiro.

"Sound! Why you—eh! I mean, the Madam ate so much these past few weeks?" Clara said her call in front of Hiro. If behind the boss he can call the woman's name. But in front of Hiro he has to be so formal.

Hiro turned his head to look at the meal that was on the plate of the wife. True too, even though Dera has a fairly large appetite. But in recent weeks, the wife often eats. And somewhat full.

"Why? Is there anything strange?" asked Dera with a confused face.

"Forgive the Madam like someone who's just filling up!" canda Clara's.

**huk!

Huk**!

Suddenly Dera chokes with Clara's words.

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