The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Flattered

Olivia pushed the big tall man with all her might, even though she knew that her efforts might be in vain. But the girl did not want to stay silent. Olivia doesn't want the heartbreaking events that ever happened to her back she experienced. Therefore, as much as possible the young woman tried to defend herself.

While the man continues to insist on kissing Olivia. His face then slipped and explored the shoulders and neck of his wife Arsen Moras, while squeezing the front of the dress he wore. Olivia could not help but scream, especially when the man's big hand managed to break the buttons and tear his shirt. The round objects fell and scattered on the floor.

“Stop!” a loud cry echoed in that vast kitchen. Arsen stood panting at the door leading to the back garden. “You did my wife!” exclaimed the handsome man as he rushed towards the man.

Olivia edged back, relieved and shaking her feelings, when Arsen referred to her as ‘istri’ with a voice so loud. Stared at the man who had always appeared relaxed and cheap smile, now was engulfed in tremendous anger.

Arsen replied to the man who was much taller and bigger than him without fear. He threw punches repeatedly to the face, heart and stomach. The man did not have time to fight because Arsen's movement was so fast and strong. He did not stop beating until the man collapsed and fell face down near his feet. Arsen ended the attack by stomping on the man's back with all his might until he collapsed.

Satisfied, Arsen smirked and turned to look at Olivia. “You all right?” ask him with an instantaneous change of eyes.

Olivia nodded with her body still trembling. At that time he did not realize that his clothes had been torn and showed part of his beautiful chest covered with a bra. Soon Arsen took off his gray blazer. Half-run, he approached Olivia and put the suit on to cover the front of the beautiful woman's body.

“Come, I'll take you to your room,” take Arsen gently. Enclosed the arms of the wife, then stared for a moment. He could feel the immense fear from the young lady's fragile body. "Come," he asked again. Arsen grabbed Olivia's wrist, then led her to the room. During their stay, they both slept in separate rooms.

At first, Olivia complies when Arsen leads her. However, when they were halfway through, Olivia suddenly stopped and froze. He looked at Arsen while shaking his head. “Why?” ask the Greek man while scrunching his forehead. He looked astonished at the attitude of his wife.

"I'm scared,” Olivia starts sobbing. “Why does everyone want to hurt me?” he started to sob slowly.

The guilt within Arsen was again present. Olivia became so weak from it. However, Arsen must still show his duty. He doesn't want to look excessive. “Come. Come with me,” the handsome man gently pulled the hand of Olivia who had legitimately become his wife. He brought the young woman into his room on the second floor. “I told you so we can sleep in the room. That way, everyone here knows that you are mine,” he jokes trying to comfort the wife who still looks sad.

“That's just your excuse!” sulk Olivia. However, he did not refuse when Arsen took him to a room with a wider size when compared to the room he occupied.

“Sit down,” point Arsen at the sofa located near the window. After that, he opened a large wardrobe located in the other corner of the room. Arsen stood in front of the closet for a while. After finding what he was looking for, he pulled a piece of clothing.

“I've bought you a few pieces of clothes. Tomorrow or the day after, we will shop again,” he walked up to Olivia and sat next to her while thrusting a light blue sweet dress.

With some hesitation, Olivia reached out. He watched the new dress without making a sound. What Arsen gave her looked so beautiful. She will also feel disrespectful, if she does not make small talk to a man who is her own husband. “Thank you,” said Olivia then while looking down and gently drifting the dress. From the material alone, he was able to ensure that the clothes that Arsen gave must be priced at a high price. The black-haired young lady then ventured to raise her face.

“T need to thank you. You've become my wife. It's my duty to meet all your needs" he said. "Wear the shirt,” Arsen smiled gently and looked so charming, making Olivia stunned for a moment. However, he immediately turned his face away. Olivia didn't want Arsen to see her face flushed with embarrassment.

“I did not cry,” replied Olivia who immediately covered her face. The age is still relatively young when compared to Arsen, making the spoiled side of the Italian woman clearly visible.

Arsen exhaled slowly. “Until when did you refuse my presence? In fact, we are already a married couple. Is that how you hate me, Olive?" tanyakanya. He then fell silent for a moment.

"Am I not entitled to an apology and a chance to fix everything?” ask Arsen again, although the first question has not been answered.

Olivia was silent. His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. There was not a word he said. Olivia was getting closer and closer to covering her beautiful face.

“Good. I will not force. You obviously need time to accept all this. I'm sorry, Olive,” said Arsen. After that, there was a strong knock on the door of the room.

That made Olivia immediately tiptoed and dropped the new clothes she had placed on her lap.

“Who is it?” tanyanya. The fear re-emerged and overpowered the young woman.

“It's okay. There I am here. I will always protect you, Olive” Arsen said. It is his job to calm his wife. With steady steps and also looking calm, he walked towards the door and opened it slightly. Arsen saw two men with the face of Sangar standing in front of the room. “What do you need?” ask her with a flat tone.

“Are you the one who beat Carlo to injury?” one of the two guards asked him.

“Yes! His own fault for having dared to harass my wife!” arsen replied firmly.

“Wife?” repeat the two people are confused. "Who's your wife?" ask one of them.

“Originally you know, Olivia is my wife. Whoever dares to touch it, then whoever it is will come face to face with me!” emphatically Arsen was without the slightest fear, whereas the two men before him had a posture larger than him.

“Create that? We hope you're not lying, Mr. Moras. Mr. D'Angelo won't like it,” threatened the man subtly.

“Oh, just relax. I've known your boss for a long time. He also knew that I was not a liar. Olivia is my wife. It's a warning to everyone. If any of you dare to disturb Olivia, then besides dealing with me you will also report to Adriano!” Arsen threatened them back. “Tell Carlo also that for now I will be kind to him by keeping my mouth shut. However, if he dares to repeat again, then don't expect me to forgive him!”

From inside the room, Olivia listens to every word that comes from Arsen's mouth. The black-haired woman's little heart warmed, as the man openly defended and protected her. Now, Olivia feels very appreciated as a woman, and of course she should be grateful for what Arsen has done for her. Unknowingly, a smile appeared on the corner of the lips. Olivia's. He feels so flattered. Arsen returned to his room. Olivia approached the man immediately