The Love of the Mafia World 2
Alvaro part 1

Tonight the rain fell so heavy, making everyone more quickly end their activities to immediately go to the bed. Wrapped in thick blankets, 'Sean and Salwa, the two happy people sat down to give each other warmth. Sean tightened his embrace by burrowing Salwa's face into his chest while stroking Salwa's back gently so that drowsiness immediately came to his wife. The time they spent all day was indeed so pleasant that both of them were difficult to remove the smile from his lips. Even when their eyes were closed, the smile never faded.

"Mas, are you asleep?" Salwa raised her face to make sure Sean was asleep or not. Sean lowered his head, gently stroking his wife's head.

"Yet, why?"

"I want to say something."

"Hmmm.. say!"

Salwa reached out her hand touching Sean's cheek and rubbed it with her thumb.

"Thank you, today was so much fun. Thank you, " said Salwa sincerely. Sean smiled and nodded.

"If you're happy, we can schedule it another time. Sorry, but I often ignore you. I promise I'll keep you company all day."

Salwa chuckled, how Sean was able to accompany her the entire time. He won't do anything after this.

"You don't have to do that, I'm so grateful that you've been with me for two days. You know, every night I can never sleep thinking about you, let alone Marcus saying you don't want to be bothered. At that time I was afraid, that you would .. forget me."

Sean lifted Salwa's chin, looking at his wife's eyeball in the shade. There was an overabundance of love there devoted to him.

"It's impossible, it won't and it never will. And if that's the case, it gives you the authority to do one thing" Sean said later, leading Salwa to furrow both eyebrows.

"Your authority?" Salwa asked as if she couldn't wait to get an answer from Sean.

"Yes, I will give you the authority to hit this head so many times that I can remember you again." Sean said by pointing to his own head. Hearing Sean's words, Salwa immediately pinched her husband's stomach so that Sean grimaced in pain, because Salwa had deliberately hardened his pinch.

"Why should be pinched dear, why not just kiss." Sean teased his wife again.

"Who would beat you, you think I'm that bad that you'd hit you if you forgot me."

Sean caught Salwa's hand and then kissed his wife's knuckles by spraying heat from her breath onto the surface of Salwa's skin. "You'd be so mean to let me forget you. You know, forgetting the love of someone we love is the saddest thing in the world. I can't accept that one day you leave me because I forgot about you. So promise me whatever happens you'll hold on, stay by my side."

Salwa nodded, feeling warm to hear a direct confession from Sean that he meant a lot to her. "If it happened to me, what would you do?" Ask Salwa later.

"If you forget me, and tell me to go. I will continue to endure, if need be I will force you to fall in love with me again. Remember it or not, it doesn't matter as long as you stay by my side, with me, until whenever."

Salwa smiled happily, she again tightened her arms and drowned her face in her husband's chest. "Thank you, thank you."

"Together, now go to sleep. Pregnant women should not sleep too late, not good for health."

Salwa nodded, she then closed her eyes for drowsiness to come towards her. Sean also returned to pat Salwa's back slowly so that his wife was soon lulled in the dreamland. However, again there was one thing that stuck in Salwa's mind, so that made him return to face.

"Bag.." Salwa called her husband again, Sean who was almost lulled with sleepiness was a little surprised by Salwa's sudden call. With a bit of laziness Sean finally replied "hmmm... What's up?"

"I forgot to ask about dad, is he okay?"

Sean's eyes were almost closed, he was forced to reopen. Sean missed his wife so much at the time, and was so happy to hear about Salwa's pregnancy that he forgot to tell her about his father.

"He's good, it turns out dad loves my mom a lot. Too bad my mother didn't realize it, until the end of her life she felt that no one loved her sincerely." Sean's face looked sad given all that. If the time could be replayed, maybe he would fix everything, invite his mother to find his real father and leave the brengs* Robert that.

"Thank God. So.you guys make up."

Sean nodded, revealing a sincere smile on his face.

"Yes, we made up and hugged each other. I'm grateful to be able to find him, you know just this time I felt a father's affection, felt worried by a father, he was a good man. I'll introduce you to him someday." Sean said by playing his wife's hair using his fingers.

Salwa was happy to hear, at least the meeting of Sean and his father was the thing that could make her husband happy so that Sean did not waste away and almost lost his life to meet the father.

"Mas, is your father going to bless our relationship? Will he not be angry with you for marrying someone like me?" Salwa remembered how the attitude of mistress Arthur at that time to him, those rich people would definitely choose a partner for their children with women who were considered equal. And Salwa was not included in the criteria of women of that equal.

Sean pulled both corners of his lips, while still playing Salwa's hair.

"Someone like you? What kind of person are you?"

Salwa sighed while looking at her husband's shady eyes.

"You must know, I'm just an ordinary woman, there's no advantage whatsoever in me, not every rich man wants a daughter-in-law who is their equal, so as not to embarrass him if introduced to his colleagues. And certainly...."

Ssstttts

Sean pressed his index finger against Salwa's lips. Making Salwa no longer continue his words.

"Never say that, if you say that you don't have an advantage it's wrong."

Sean touched Salwa's chin for the woman to look at him.

"In my eyes you are the most perfect woman. Your beauty, your innocence and the kindness of your heart are of more value to you. And most importantly..." Sean grabbed Salwa's hand and placed it on his chest "This heart is yours."

Salwa smiled, and there was currently no more worry in her mind. Because he believes whatever happens Sean will be on his side, with him and always accompany him. They embraced each other and warmed each other with feelings of joy and happiness.

Unlike Sean and Salwa who are filled with happiness. Elsewhere, a person was being struck with uneasiness as if so many thoughts were swirling in his head. The man could not close his eyes, his feelings were mixed between love, anger and disappointment.

....

Salwa Humaira, the beautiful but quiet girl caught Varo's attention. At that time Varo was distributing registration forms for new members of the exkul beladiri. Varo who first entered the martial club is in charge of finding new members. He did not think that the plain hijab girl was interested in the form he brought.

"Can I ask for one?" Salwa asked Varo who was carrying a map containing a registration form. Varo looked at Salwa with a look of disbelief. The girl was wearing a uniform that looked oversized, but it could not hide her thin body.

"For what?" Ask Varo then.

Shamefully Salwa said, "Of course to sign up, instead of you guys looking for new members. I want to be one of those members."

"Huh..are you sure?" Varo frowned, physically he was sure that the girl in front of him was unable to do physical training to support his martial arts, he could have broken a bone if he was not careful considering his thin, dry body like that.

"Of course" Salwa answered with great confidence. Varo finally gave Salwa the form.

"Gather up at our basecamp tomorrow, may you have no regrets" Varo said, patting Salwa on the shoulder.

That was the beginning they met face to face as well as greeting. Varo and Salwa are indeed one generation but they are not one class so they just know without knowing each other.

....

Salwa and friends of new members have gathered at the padepokan which is a martial club basecamp with pencak silat type at the school. Teacher instructors give them initial training, such as horse-horse training, step patterns, kicks and much more.

"You forward!" The coach instructor called Salwa who had made the wrong move earlier.

"I?" Salwa replied by pointing to her face.

"Yes, you."

With doubt Salwa finally advanced also fulfilled her coach's call. He stood in front of his friends who all looked at him with curiosity.

"Try doing the moves I just taught you!" The coach then gives a countdown to the aba-aba. Salwa as much as possible did what she had learned.

"Take note of your horses again, if you do it like this the enemy will easily knock you down. Varo, show the horses properly!" The coach orders Varo to show the right position to Salwa as well as his friends.

Varo easily shows the movements taught by the coach well and correctly without any correction from the coach. Perhaps it was because Varo was more senior than them that Varo had already mastered such basic movements.

"Now the basic movement," according to Varo's instructions demonstrate the movement of style for beginners well according to the direction of the coach. Salwa and her friends also imitate the movement that has been demonstrated by Varo.

"All right, take a break. After this you can practice to apply the basic moves with each partner." The coach gave his greetings by bowing towards the members of the pencak silat club followed by the same movement by them.

"Hi, I didn't expect you to finally come too." Varo greeted Salwa who was still practicing the movements he learned.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it. Emm, can you help me?"

"What?"Varo approached Salwa by waiting for the girl's answer.

"I'm having trouble making this move, can you tell me where it went wrong?"

Varo thinned his lips, he just saw a girl very cool following martial arts training, until he did not come to rest with others and just continued to practice.

"Of course, I'll help you." Varo helps Salwa by teaching movements that Salwa has not mastered. It seems Salwa is talented, a little Varo taught her he can do it.

"Now against me" said Varo later. Salwa nodded in agreement. They began to try basic movement to be applied during the match. But it seemed that Varo was not concentrating as Salwa counterattacked so Salwa's fist darted across his face.

"Looh." Varo stood up by holding his forehead.

"Huh, sorry. You okay?" Salwa who felt guilty so it was not good to see Varo get hurt by it. Varo's temples are reddish due to Salwa's blow, and perhaps after this will turn dark blue.

"Come, come with me!" Salwa pulls Varo's arm to follow him, taking Varo to the UKS to treat bruises on Varo's face.

"Be careful" said Varo as Salwa swept the reddish bruise with a towel soaked in warm water.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Salwa again massaged the bruised part using a warm towel slowly while slightly blowing the bruise so that the pain disappeared a little.

Varo who saw Salwa's face that close suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. The girl looked sweet, her face petite with a fair and clean yellow skin. His gaze seemed shady, especially when he treated Varo's wounds so painstakingly that he could not distract him from Salwa's face.

"Has it improved?" Salwa asked then who managed to disperse Varo's daydreams instantly.

"Eh. yes." Varo replied clumsily, he was afraid of being caught because he had looked at Salwa without blinking.

"Thank God, you should be more concentrated so things like this don't happen again. Do you have a problem with your boyfriend so your focus is gone? All right, I'll take care of this first." Salwa immediately took a scar filled with warm water to compress Varo's wound and threw it in the sink.

"Say!"

"Why did you get into the martial club and I saw you train pretty hard from the others. Do you like martial arts so much?" Varo asked curiously for Salwa's answer. Just this time he saw a figure like Salwa. Other girls may choose to follow other excreta such as choirs, chiliders, dancing or women. But Salwa chose martialism.

"Because of the entrance to my house there are thugs who often bother me, I have to hide first for them to leave. I wanted to teach them a lesson so as not to bother me. Because of them I did not dare to go out if not delivered by my father," said Salwa at length, his face looks helpless of a situation, but the look of Salwa's eyes exuded a strong determination.

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Seriate...