Refusing the Love of a Mafia Boss
7. It's Because of Mahesa

Ilina was rarely in the crowd. Throughout his life he became Ilina Bumantara, the most crowded place he ever visited was only the sub-district market and night market held in the district field anyway.

It also has fingers.

Harja had already secretly told him to get into which bus, but since it was hard to see, Ilina needed time to find the intended bus.

The man behind her was busy watching Ilina.

Ilina got on the bus. Not knowing where the person was sitting, but knowing enough that they understood Ilina's predicament.

Bad eyes. So they must have prepared a place that can be occupied without having to be searched.

Near the door, there were two empty seats. Immediately Ilina sat down, and Noah sat down with her.

Only then did he know that Harja's men, Hariman, went to distribute tickets.

Ilina took out a fractional money that for her entire life was the first time she held it directly. Because of her nearsighted eyes, Ilina so no need to look around too much.

That reduced the response that could also be informational for Noah.

"Do you have a home to live in?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"There's." Noah holds his shoulder which may be throbbing pain as the bus begins to run. "Apartment."

"I'll stay with you. Disguised as an assistant."

"I have an assistant."

"Personal assistant. Not a job."

".... A maid?"

"Like that."

Ilina was busy staring out. His head was a bit dizzy, frankly, but had to be patient until they arrived in the city.

It was a bit hard not to move much because Noah kept looking.

She's nervous. Not out of fear, but because this was the first time he had gone to the city, leaving the hiding place just like that.

Ilina already had enough strength to protect him. Enough even to protect one bastard who wants to be killed by his own brother.

Even so, because he had lived there for too long, he felt a little unwilling to leave.

"What's wrong?"

He still smelled that uneasiness even though Ilina had tried hard. "Just think of buying new glasses."

...*...

Ilina felt sick. Either because Noah took the opportunity to observe the gap from there or because the super duper long journey to the city was difficult.

Ilina only knew that her condition was bad.

Noah thought it would be hard too. But she even decided not to sleep for more than two hours, then went back to watching Ilina.

It felt like he was also calculating Ilina's breathing rhythm.

Noah has a scary side that keeps Ilina on her guard. While she may not want to sleep for her own life, Ilina does not want to sleep for her own safety.

Mahesas. What was that person thinking when sending Noah?

According to Ilina, nothing in this world surpasses Mahesa's intelligence. A person can have a degree, attend a world university, be recognized with a nobel degree and so on, but that person is still the smartest.

Ilina's role model and the only one who reached out when Ilina had to grow up silently.

What does he want from this bastard?

The question went unanswered even when they arrived at a high-rise apartment building just past a day-long journey.

Noah invited him in without much talking. Enter the elevator box for the first time in his life, then stop on the twelfth floor. Ilina followed Noah from behind, secretly feeling that something felt strange.

Intuition is important in a person's life.

Ilina took out something from the small inner pocket of her sleeve, a super mini injection-like object.

Almost simultaneously with Noah opening the room door, Ilina advanced. Plugged the object into the hand that stuck out the soundproof gun.

Of course it's not enough. So Ilina turned her hand, pushed him inside and hit the man's head against the wall.

"Sorry." He released. "My eyes are myopic so it's hard to be sure of the injured part."

The man was unconscious, anyway.

Even if he was injured, it should be that the person who was willing to kill him sent another spare or two.

Because if there are them, Ilina thinks she will have trouble too.

Ilina went to close the curtains immediately. Didn't have time to think 'this is how the apartment looks like' because now there is still a possibility of them getting hurt.

"Don't you have to open up a little?" Ilina asked as Noah checked the man's pulse.

There were several types of poison that Ilina carried. He was a bit unlucky because the poison under his arm was deadly.

That's for an emergency.

"Your fingerprints are left on her body, Lia."

"It's dangerous if my fingerprints are registered."

Noah folded back the handkerchief he used as an intermediary so that his fingerprints would not be left behind. "He's dead."

Ilina knows.

And he too will burn, disappearing as if he never existed.

*

Uwwah, scary. Kill people without hesitation.

Noah didn't feel sorry, because this guy was going to kill them. But a young girl whose age might still be just past twenty could do that, rather frighteningly.

His instincts are sharp too. Noah suspects someone is behind the door, but he is injured. So it was hard for Noah to dodge.

If Ilina had not rushed to kill him, Noah might have had to endure the pain of another shot or even die.

I am tired of this game. Kill kill, true peace is nonsense.

"Why is that guy trying to kill you?"

He asked because he didn't know or because he wanted to know?

"I don't know," Noah answered with the most lies possible.

"Do you think Nonaku is working together for that bullshit answer, sir?"

"Then why is your master hiding, Miss?" reply Noah overcast.

Again without expression.

...*...

Ilina knows. He's Palmer so he's got to die for potentially being a contender. Especially the son of the head of the family.

But Ilina meant, is there no other story behind it all?

Why did the Palmers bother to find out who the bastard son of their head of the family was? Why is this person, who was not trying to get involved knowingly trying to be killed by them?

There were answers to all those questions and that was what Ilina asked.

But Noah's reply was hard to dispute. Ilina was hiding nothing else and not because it was dangerous for her to know. Although now he already had the strength, it would be safer for him to live peacefully in that village.

Noah is also being targeted without him having to do anything. It's just because he's Noah and he's Palmer.

That's how their world revolves.

"Leave the body there." Ilina turned. "Miss has sent people to help you so they'll come later tonight. For now, I think we both need a wife."

".... Just one room."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch" muttered Ilina.

There was no sentence Noah gave, just going into his bedroom just like that.

When Harja secretly came in the middle of the night, Ilina instantly received the medicine she gave. He ate some bread chews, then lay down even though it was uncomfortable.

Ilina's body was tall and dense, so the size of the two-person sofa did not hold her body enough.

For a moment he wondered why he was doing all this, but remembered that it was not all because of Noah.

It's because of Mahesa.

...*...