Prison Heart of the Mafia
My father

...~Happy Reading~...

"What's wrong?" clayton asked with his flat face, "I'm going to get out of here. And I'll make sure I don't come here again!" before getting an answer from the interlocutor.

"Back home!" his words were short and no less cold than Clayton.

"Ckck I'm going home too, to my house, Italy!" clayton replied again with a cynical smile on his face.

"Go home, Clayton! Jakarta is not Italy!" press the middle-aged man who was already tired of searching and tried to persuade his son.

He is Steven Arthajaya. The middle-aged man is often called Stive, the biological father of Clayton Arthajaya. Although he was angry and disappointed with Clayton's actions, Clayton was still his son. And also, the wife is now getting sick more often when missing the figure of Clayton.

During this time, Stive always tried to find Clayton's whereabouts. In fact, Stive also knew that his son had already established his own clan. And he could not deny that the power of the clan owned by Clayton was far superior to his own clan, which he had long left.

Of course, ever since Stive married Ella, he would never enter again in that dark world. And very little did he imagine before him that it turned out that his eldest son was able to create his own clan and behave to that extent.

"Ckckck, I'm an outcast! I'm not going home!" push Clayton and leave.

"Your mother is sick! jhon is no longer in Jakarta!" stive said flat making Clayton's footsteps stop.

He seemed to weigh whether he would stop by first to the main house in Jakarta. Or go straight to the airport so you can fly to Italy.

No, Clayton can't go home. He still has a mission he has not completed. He could not have come before bringing good news, he thought.

"There's nothing better about it. You better go home first, because free—"

"You?" parrot Stive was so furious that his own son called himself you.

"Don't you ask for it?" clayton's reply seemed to recall the memories of a few years ago where the war began.

While the new Stive remembers the words he said first, it can only clench the hand firmly. Turns out, when his own biological son calls himself you, not the father anymore, it feels so claustrophobic. It was so crowded that he forgot to breathe.

Then what if Ella who is called like that is Clayton, thought Stive sighed violently.

"I'll be home when what I do, I can finish!" clayton said again about to leave his father alone there.

"All right, I'll help you! But at least go home for a while. Your mother is sick, and she wants to see you!" stive with a heavy heart.

Yes, heavy heart, when to say that the wife really wants the arrival of her son. Don't ask why, it's because Stive loves his wife so much that it's so hard to let her go that she wants to meet another man, even though he's her own son.

Meanwhile, Shiena who was still at the helicopter door could only be silent and try to guess what the two men who had almost the same level were talking about. Because the noise from the helicopter propeller made Shiena unable to hear the conversation of the two.

'Their faces are almost similar, may he not be a bad person or a thug anymore.' Shiena murmured inwardly.