The Love of the Cold Mafia
Visit the boutique of the lady of Kananya

"It's been a long time ... Jayden, I miss you so much."

Jayden quietly did not respond, in the sip of chamomile tea in a ceramic cup that still reflects a little smoke. He did not not hear, but Jayden deliberately put his ear, because he knew there was a strange gurgle on David de chullen's first daughter.

Vania felt ignored, the girl smiled awkwardly because Jayden never spoke anything, even the expression of her longing did not come to her response to the man sitting opposite her.

Distracting, Vania stared at the half-filled cup of tea. "You're still the same as you used to be, so much like chamomile tea."

Jayden nodded his mouth curving into the letter O, seeing Jayden's only reaction like that, making Vania grimace.

"In addition to your favorite drink, you are still the same as before, cold, and irritable to talk. I like talking to a statue just hahaha."Vania laughed trying to melt the atmosphere, but the man in front of her was still flinching to make Vania laugh instantly fade.

Jayden propped up the thigh with both hands folded forward. "Say, what was your purpose in coming here?" indeed he was most lazy to spend such precious time just for such an unimportant meeting.

"Your words are too harsh for Jayden, don't you want to ask me about my situation?"

"How are you?" jayden asked, the response was very quick, but Vania felt this was the reaction of Jayden who wanted to rush to finish their conversation. The woman's heart melted away for a moment.

Even when Vania blatantly teased with a chest puff, until her twin mountains poked, Jayden did not budge at all, the look on the man's face was even mediocre.

Vania smiled.trying to expel the thoughts raging in her mind. Either way he should get this guy sympathetic.

"My news is very good, you know? three years in Paris, made me miss this city, you too." Vania was still trying to knock the cold man's heart out.

Jayden exhaled, "If you just want to make small talk, I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait Jayden!" Vania held the man's hand.

"Okay, I'm serious this time." Jayden sat back down in the end, giving the girl her last chance.

"Jayden I want to .. you cancel your match with Viona."

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On the side of the road Sheena looked up at the glare of the sun which today was quite stinging. Right in front of him stands a sturdy, towering building with transparent glass walls that almost meets the side of the building.

"This is the place to be." muttered Sheena stared back at the business card in her grasp, taking a deep breath to ward off nervousness, Sheena finally stepped foot into the building.

Upon entering the magnificent building, Sheena was immediately greeted with cool air coming from the AC installed, Sheena stared in amazement at the row of beautiful clothes hanging on the wall or on elegant shelves with a charming glass look.

"Good day, how can we help you?" the exclamation from the reception section made Sheena turn her head.

Sheena's approaching reception. "Good day, I want to meet lady Kanaya pradipta, is this really her boutique?"

"Truely, Miss Kanaya is in her room, let me drop off."

Sheena nodded, smiled and followed the reception by looking at the astonished array of dresses and suits that almost filled the room.

"Mrs Kanaya, someone's looking for you" the woman reported as the door opened, Sheena in the back peeked slightly.

The middle-aged woman who was focusing on her seat, shifted her gaze. Glancing at the reception back, Madame Kanaya's reaction instantly changed.

"Oh, Afsheena!" he cried when he saw the shadow of Sheena behind the reception.

"Please miss." Sheena nodded, stepped forward.

"Then excuse me." madam Kanaya nodded after the reception bowed respectfully and closed the door.

"Please Afsheena, I happen to have an inkling that I will meet you, it turns out that my hunch is right." Lady Kanaya curled her warm smile, allowing Sheena to sit on the long sofa beside her seat.

"Thank you madam, I'm sorry to interrupt your time."

Miss Kanaya shook her head. "Of course not, I'm so glad you came."

"White water only mistress." Sheena's eyes narrowed as the lip line she raised high.

Miss Kanaya looked at him. "Don't mind Sheena, tell me what you want?"

"Alright then dragon fruit juice, if there is, Madame hehehe."

"Of course, you wait here yeah." Sheena nodded at the words of her mistress Kananya, in fact she felt bad, but would be even more hesitant if she did not answer.

After her mistress Kananya, Sheena's eyes wandered, staring at the amazement of the room dominated by pastel colors with many sketches of clothes attached to each wall.

In the past if asked about her ideals, Sheena often answered as a Doctor, but after seeing the lady of Kanaya with her buttons, Sheena so thought .. could she be a designer as well? because he thinks it's cool.

Lady Kanaya came back again with a tray of chocolates in her hands, Sheena grimaced unwell, she thought the lady of Kanaya would have the maid take it, the mistress of Kanaya herself who made her juice.

It was to his knowledge that when he praised his juice was very tasty and fresh, mistress Kanaya immediately exclaimed. "Oh, huh? it was me who made it."

Sheena. "really? I'm not feeling good, madam."

Lady Kanaya smiled kindly. "What's wrong, for special people, everything has to be special."

Sheena smiled shyly, soaked a little more juice then she put it on the table. While Mrs Kanaya cleaned some paper and also a dye tool that was scattered on her desk.

"Madam, it's been a long time to be a designer, the sketches you make are very beautiful." praised Sheena who stared at the many sketches that the woman made.

Miss Kanaya takes her place across Sheena after tidying up her desk.

"That's how I've loved art ever since I was young, but in high school I stopped dreaming of being a designer, because at that time the economy was not too good to make me have to bury the dream deeply," he told me without asking.

"But when I met a very nice man, I married him, he knew I loved drawing beautiful sketches, without telling me what I aspired to be, he set up a boutique for me."

Sheena listened with wisdom, unconsciously drifting into the story of this middle-aged woman.

"Here my husband has passed away at his last resting place, and because he wants to continue to embrace his memories, I still survive in this boutique that is even fragile, I love him very much, I love him, this boutique is all forms of his love for me."

Lady Kanaya looked at him tearfully Sheena smiled wryly, her hands stretched out to gently rub the back of Kanaya's mistress' hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry I told you too much." mistress Kanaya wiped the tip of her eyes, obviously the old woman was remembering her beautiful memory with her husband mending.

"It's okay madam, I'm glad the madam could share this wonderful story with me, your late husband must be very lucky to have you such a formidable woman who was so loyal to him."

Sheena feels this middle-aged woman is lonely to spill the whole story on Sheena who incidentally is still a new person. S

"No, I am the lucky Sheena" said Ms. Kanaya.

Sheena nodded, that's right. "You're both lucky, not even death can separate you two."

Sheena is so touched by the story of mistress Kanaya. It turns out that the old adage is true, women will meet good men at the right time. Like Miss Kanaya with her husband.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you can finally take the time to come to this boutique as well, I'm happy."

Sheena smiled. "I'm happy to be able to visit your boutique this lady."

"Oh yes," Sheena recalled, she reached into her sling bag, mistress Kanaya noticed.

Sheena took a picture from there. "Nyoya actually I hesitated to ask this, but I felt desperate to find someone I could ask."

"What's Sheena doing? is there anything important?"

Sheena showed the photo to Kanaya's mistress, the bearded lady looked at him carefully.

"Mrs, do you know about this orphanage?"