The King, Son of Mafia
Chapter 80 (Knowing Him??)

The sharp brown eye bead stared blankly at the snowball that floated and fell. The air tonight does not feel as cold as last night which is really able to paralyze the body not to move outdoors.

"Say my mother's house, if someone stares blankly at the snow. Just then, his heart quietly began to freeze," the exclamation beside the body of the teenage man jolted Vian from the reverie.

The man looked to the side. The base of his pointed nose shriveled, before his pupils widened staring at the face of the girl who had been sitting beside him since when.

"Gradis Gramedia," exclaimed Vian involuntarily.

The haired teenage girl in the braid, still with glasses framing her face was smiling at the forced. Her call from the man beside her this really sounded tickling.

"My call sounded weird" he said.

Vian pulled to the two corners of his lips unintentionally. The girl threw her face forward. Staring at the snow floats through the thick glass facing directly on the hospital garden. Vian followed in his footsteps.

"Why are you here?" ask Vian curiously.

"Is there any other reason to come to the House full of the smell of death, pain and. I'm too poetic" he said, not continuing.

Vian turned back to look at the geeky girl beside his right.

"Is there a family that's sick?" guess Vian. Looking at the appearance of this girl beside him.

With a long-sleeved shirt on the padu-padan right with thick trousers. It is not like someone visiting a sick person. Or as a patient. Most likely the girl next to him is now guarding his closest family.

"Well!" his sigh with a slow breath, "yes, I'm looking after my sick father," he said honestly.

Vian nodded his head understanding.

"You look sad" said Vian staring at the rest of the tears on the corner of his eyelids. Very observant, one word that can be obtained.

"Well! You look like that?" Tanya rubbed her cheeks softly.

"Yes, and no," Vian replied ambiguously.

The girl looked to the side. Carrying his bead of eyes clashed with the brown bead of the Vian eagle. He quickly brought his eyes forward.

"CK! Your answer is too ambiguous" he said in a slightly upset tone.

The tone that the girl put out made a light blubber on Vian's lips. Comfortable, one word Vian got on the Gramedia girl. That's how Vian called her at this moment. They have not met for the second time.

"Don't chuckle, that sounds annoying!" stop that girl with glasses.

Vian controlled the little laugh that came out on those sexy red lips.

"Well, I'm not gonna chuckle!"

After saying so, the two of them were in a silent blanket five minutes before the girl made a sound.

"We have not yet known. Who knows, you might be just like me. Stay a few months here" he said before stalling towards Vian.

Vian grabbed a palm that was rated much smaller than his palm that looked big. Compared to the girl next to him.

"My name, Vian!" reply Vian.

The second one reviewed the smile before shaking slowly down the hands that were shaking. They both let go of their hands.

...***...

...Yoke!...

...Yoke!...

...Yoke!...

Hiro's long index finger tapped softly on his desk. His forehead was deep, as if he was thinking hard. Yeko who was standing in front of Hiro's desk was just staring flatly. As usual.

"There is no strangeness in his blood nor in his body." Hiro said between the taps of his finger."It's even stranger, it's impossible if Adella's okay with nosebleeds and coughing up blood!" Hiro continued with his critical thinking.

Before his sharp brown eyes stared at the documents from the Hospital. Adella's medical checkup document states that the teenage girl's body is fine. Not with what is visible. The girl looked pale and had several nosebleeds. Hiro is not a stupid man who is a common problem like this time. It's very likely that Adella drank the poison. He drank a really great poison. Poison that cannot be detected. That's one conclusion that Hiro Yamato can draw. If true that's the case, it's most likely if the person giving is a poison master. Just like his son.

"Seek our lab to check his blood. Have Gio check Adella's blood. If we don't move fast, the girl's life is her prisoner. Sean will run amok if anything happens to Adella," Hiro said. The movement of the index hand that was knocked on the table stopped instantly when the sharp eyes of this Mafia Boss turned towards Yeko.

"Good, Boss!" Yeko said before looking down quickly and walked out of the Boss' office.

Yeko stopped when he was just one step out of the boss's office. He bowed respectfully to Madam Yamato who was seen carrying a tray of fruits cut with a glass of warm tea. The man stepped up quickly after giving his respects. It seemed rushed in Dera's eyes. This cute woman stepped quickly towards the working room of her husband.

Hiro who was staring at Dera's body from inside the room immediately stood up quickly. And stepped closer to the newly entered wife.

"Darling!" Hiro exclaimed with a big smile. Kala Meyosong Dera who stepped closer to the sofa in the corner of Hiro's work room.

Dera placed a tray onto a wooden table made of teak trees. Before sitting on the long sofa. She was sure that her husband would choose to sit next to her. Just counting the seconds, Hiro was already sitting next to Dera. And put his head on his wife's thigh.

"Why Yeko looks out in a hurry, brother. Where's he going?" ask Dera.

"He went to the lab. To do Adella's blood check. I think the regular Hospital, will have no effect to find out what happened to Adella. And you know for yourself how possessive Sean is, honey. He even terrorized me with a lot of calls in an hour. If anything happens to Adella, then we'll definitely be overwhelmed!" hiro said at length.

Dera sighed softly. Hiro is indeed a little—ah, no. My husband is a selfish man. This man puts his loved ones first above all else. Do not hesitate to hurt or even eliminate the lives of others just to save what he thinks is important.

Unlike her who is sensitive and thinks about other people's feelings. Still attached to Dera's memory, when Adella was reported dead. Even this chosen man tried to protect the hearts of his sons. That sometimes bothers Dera quite a bit. Sometimes Dera feels weird with Hiro. The man who now touches his hand and kisses the back of his hand.

This handsome man smiling looked innocent and innocent. If people don't know this guy. Maybe people will just assume Hiro Yamato is a weak and slutty man. A man who can only remember a pen and stare at a computer screen. Without them knowing, what madness is really in Hiro Yamato. A cold-blooded man, capable of killing for his sake. And the one he loved.

"Darling!" Hiro cried out somehow for how many times. Hiro's palm rubbed gently on the back of his hand.

Dera snapped from his daydream. Draw a smile line on her lips.

"Sorry brother" cried Dera slowly.

Apologies often sound ambiguous. I don't know how much regret there is in saying sorry. This woman felt that she still did not understand Hiro completely. This guy always showed him another mask. Perfect husband mask and great father. That makes Dera often doubtful. To be able to tell if he really knew a Hiro Yamato.