Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 7

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Several times the shoulder-haired girl yawned bored, the handsome man in front of her did not necessarily make the two crescent eyes enlightened. Even though the professor's mouth was foaming, Dera would still yawn bored.

"Hooem!" Dera exclaimed as she yawned covering her mouth with her right hand.

"Miss Dera! You've yawned for the thirty times. And I've just explained to you that it hasn't been thirty minutes" Leo recalled in a heavy, stressful voice.

The mature brown-skinned girl and the minimalist nose pulled both corners of her lips up, putting on her best smile. Although both eyes have runny so bored and sleepy. However, only to appreciate the man who had been his Japanese tutor for a week, he tried to hold him back.

"I'm sorry, Sese!" exclaim Dera makes Leo's firm jaw tighten.

"Sandya's Son! Sensei is not, Sese," Leo's correction is patient.

Dera chuckled softly even though he knew that he should have called his teacher with sensei's call,

he replaced it with Sese's call only for Leo to get upset and stop teaching him Japanese. Dera does not like to learn the language of the crazy mafia boss, let alone have to go to Sakura's country. It's better for Dera to be a bum than to go with the mafia boss.

"We rest for thirty minutes then" said Leo at the end.

A triumphant smile was clearly visible on Dera's face, the twenty-two-year-old girl was about to find an excuse to skip Leo's lesson. He stood up from his sitting position and bowed slowly, imitating the habits of the Japanese. Before saying thank you in Japanese.

"Arigato puskesmas" cried Dera loudly. Not forgetting that he developed a smile as wide as possible.

Leo's mouth opened wide to hear Dera thanking him in Japanese. What's wrong? Is it because he can't teach to make the girl say the wrong words. Or because the girl's brain is empty, so it can't remember what she's been taught?

Leo's head felt dizzy as Dera stepped out of the study room devoted to him, with a big smile. He rubbed the puddles of water in his eyes, Clara followed Dera from behind. The girl just let it go because Clara's job is to watch over her, so can't be kicked out.

A luxurious room door with soft pink walls greets Dera's bright brown netra, the girl throwing her body onto the bed. Closing her eyes despite not sleeping, Clara sat on the bedside. Looked at Dera's tired face.

"Is it so hard to learn to speak Japanese?" ask Clara curiously.

The girl's sakura petals opened slowly before closing back. "Yes. Because the language is strange and convoluted," lies Dera.

Clara's forehead is smooth, a sign that the beautiful girl does not understand. Japanese is not so difficult compared to Mandarin. Moreover, the Mandarin kanji letters are really complicated. What's strange is that the girl who is now lying on the bed isn't a waiters in a Japanese fancy restaurant.

That means he can speak Japanese a little bit. Saying a word of thanks at least however, it seemed like the girl seemed to mess it up. Or is Dera pretending to be stupid not to speak Japanese? Until like that?

"ah! Really true?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But didn't you used to be a waiters at a Japanese Restaurant. I'm sure you can at least one or two Japanese words. Because the buyer is not only Indonesian there is also Japanese," Clara explained so straightforwardly.

Both of Dera's eyes opened quickly, his heart pounding hard. He thought Clara would be easy for him to lie and be fooled. However, it turned out that instead the Chinese girl was not easy to be tricked. It is true that he can speak Japanese because if working in a Japanese restaurant, the conditions must be able to speak Japanese, both passive and active.

Dera sat down slowly looking long at the face of Clara, the pale-skinned beautiful girl, whose narrow eyes were smiling with a grin. Makes Dera swallow his saliva rough, damn it, right? How can all Hiro's men be so smart to analyze and also look creepy. Their faces look beautiful to women. And so handsome for that man.

"A——aku, do know some Japanese words. I just don't like that teacher. Because I heard that he is a rival to Lord Yamato. And that man could have instantly become a terrifying person. So, I fucked her," lied Dera with a reassuring face.

Clara was grumbling slowly, the reason given by this Indonesian girl made sense. Although Leo is Dera's teacher at the request of Hiro the Boss. Only, Leo belongs to two sharp sides. You can be both friend and enemy at one time. And it wasn't looked up by Clara. Yeko just doesn't seem to like Leo. Although there is a clearer enemy than Leo.

"As it turned out. Then go on!" clara exclaimed her consent by giving her thumbs up. Makes Dera stare in disbelief. How could Clara easily believe.

Dera scratched his non-itchy back head. With a forced smile.

"Ready!" He gave respect in return.

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"What about your tutoring today?" hiro asked in a cold heavy tone.

Dera turned his head, he lowered the tablespoon he lifted. Staring at Hiro who was sitting right in front of Dera.

"good. It's just that I still lack a lot. Because I wasn't born smart" said Dera with a heart beat craze. Fearful the mafia master in front of him knew what was going on. Looks like Clara didn't report anything to Hiro.

"Good then. It's okay, you can slowly learn it. If, there is difficulty and does not understand can ask me," Hiro replied.

Dera nodded quickly before returning to bribe her food into the mouth, as well as Hiro. The Japanese man ate it. Feed food into his mouth. With eyes staring at the cute face of her pet naughty cat. The girl looked so full of breath eating on the table.

"Slow down. No one will take your food," Hiro said, making Dera's movement swallow.

Dera looked back at Hiro, Hiro's handsome face looked so dazzling as a thin smile was displayed. Makes Dera almost choke if, not quickly down.

"Master," call Dera slowly still down.

"Can you give me back my phone that you hold. I want to call both my parents. With my friends. Because I've been missing four months without any news. I don't want my friends to worry" Dera asked as gently as possible.

Hiro stared slowly at Dera's face there was no answer to even the clanking of the tableware clashing. Hiro was silent, not answering. Dera feels scared if Hiro gets angry and sends it to the crocodiles as their bedding. Is wrong! Maybe food for the savage predators, because Dera had already stepped on the skin of their people. Kala Hiro made him leather shoes, didn't he?

"I'm not gonna fuck around. Won't say anything weird. Or to escape. I promise," continued Dera in a clear tone. His face looked like a cat that was afraid of water.

"Look at my face when talking about a bad cat," Hiro said, making Dera's head immediately raised to see the boss's face.

"You want the phone back?" hiro asked, repeating Dera's request.

"Yes," Dera replied before the head nodded loudly.

"Then, fine. Tomorrow you'll get your phone back. However, remember one thing if you mess around. Then you'll know what's going to happen to you and your loved ones" Hiro recalled in a creepy tone at the end of the sentence.

Oh, that's right. When he ran away last month he was really scared. Kala Hiro blindly beat up his men. In the value of negligent guarding him, the question is whether Dera dares to run away again. After what happened?

He can't see anyone else having to suffer just because of him, even though he's not as beautiful as the women out there. But honestly, she had a heart that was so soft and beautiful. He does not like to trouble others especially until it will make the lives of others drift just because of his mistakes.

"Yes. I know," replied Dera softly. "And one more thing, can I be escorted to the Puskesmas near where I used to live? Because I usually donate blood there once a month" he continued.

Hiro put his chopsticks on the dining table, making Dera's fur stand up. He was scared, really scared right now. Her hands were lowered, squeezing her nightgown below the knees she was wearing. When the squeaking of the chair's legs rubbed against the marble floor, the footsteps approaching him almost made Dera hold her breath.

Hiro pulled the seat right next to Dera's right seat. Clara and Yeko are good observers and listeners. They do not want to interfere in the affairs and desires of the big boss, the Yakuza mafia.

Hiro's index and thumb fingers flank Dera's chin. Slowly lifting Dera's lowered face and turning to the right. Inevitably Dera stared at the handsome face of the animation. The clear brown netra meets Hiro's cold brown netra. Hiro's breathing hit his face, as well as the other side.

The scent of mint breath came out of Hiro's mouth as the man spoke. "Is it mandatory?" hiro asked in a heavy tone but was unable to cover up the cold impression that came along.

"What?" asked Dera who looked dazed.

Next to Hiro's lip line was raised high. "Getting blood, baby!"

"ah! Yes," replied Dera quickly.

Hiro took off his finger clapper on Dera's chin. Fold both hands in front of the chest. Staring at Dera with a typical flat look of his.

"Why should?" ask Hiro curious. He could not hide his curiosity in the girl sitting in front of him.

"Because a lot of people out there need blood. And there's not much awareness of the people out there to donate to it" Dera replied slowly. "They don't know a single bag of blood is so valuable to a patient. The benefits of donating blood are not just a charity. Also very good for your own body" he continued with a faint smile.

The expression released by Dera never escaped Hiro. The hard and strong man smiled broadly.

"What's your blood type?" hiro asked in between his big smile towards Dera.

Yeko and Clara find it strange that the boss is smiling cheaply. From the beginning, since the beginning of eating. Several times they can see the smile lines displayed. From a big smile to a big smile. Dera's existence makes Hiro look a bit human, perhaps.

"My blood type is B, sir," replied Dera slowly.

"alright. I'll take you there myself!"

"No! No need for Sir!" dera's panicked exclaims made Hiro's forehead fold. "I mean Master must be busy. Because of work both inside the office and outside the office. Mr. Yeko or Clara might be able to help usher me in!" correction Dera with a panicked face.

"I'm Boss. Without even attending they will still work," denied Hiro with a displeased face. "Didn't you like me coming?" hiro asked suspiciously.

"No. I like! Like! Really like. Of course," Dera replied in panic then nodded strongly.

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The roar of a girl's breath on a bed patterned with red roses looks regular. The moving and depressed bed indicates that someone is climbing onto the bed, a pair of stocky hands coiled in Dera's stomach. Bring the little girl into the mafia.

The gurgling of Dera's anklet sounded faintly, as the owner of the body moved. Dera opened her eyes slowly. Kala felt a tight twisting in his stomach. Even though his stomach is no longer as bloated as it used to be. Because the man who is now holding her from behind. This one Mafia boss forced him to exercise flattening fat in his stomach.

Although it tormented Dera had to do it, until now he was healthier. Obviously first, Dera there was a lazy girl. At school he was so lazy to exercise with a thousand and one ways to skip sports hours, just because he did not like being told to run and gymnastics. Until he worked, he never played sports. After work, he will spend his sleep. When the holiday arrived. Then one day he will hibernate, and will only wake up when hungry and also when there is a call of nature.

"I'm thirsty," she said.

Dera slowly released the winding in her stomach. Making the cold brown netra instantly visible, Dera turned her body towards Hiro. Looking up at Hiro's face.

"Sir, I want to drink and pee. Can you let go first?" ask Dera between her drowsiness.

Hiro let out a slow sigh, releasing the winding of his hand Dera came down from the bed. Looking over the nightstand turned out to be drinking water in an empty teapot. Dera lifted the glass teapot and stepped out of the room. He went down one by one step of the stairs.

Arriving on the ground floor just go straight to the kitchen, arriving at the luxurious kitchen. Dera put the teapot on the table. Still with my eyes because of sleepiness. All of a sudden, the lump on her nose made the awareness of the unbeautiful girl disappear.

"Hurry and get out of here, by the back road" the brown-haired woman told two men dressed in all black.

The two nodded, raising Dera's tiny body, while the woman accidentally hit her forehead on the wall. Making fresh blood flow on his forehead. Those jet-black eyes stared at the backs of the two men who had now disappeared behind the bend.