The Mafia Lord's (Love Alisha)
The Lion meets Pawang

"You guys gather in room 4!" elvano's thunderous voice made everything skyrocketed in shock.

Apparently that short sentence was able to make all the servants feel haunted. Now all the workers who participated in the greenhouse with Alisha, also referred to Dion, have gathered in the room called Elvano is room 4, a room devoted to the trial of troubled workers.

Dion stood in the front row and the other workers stood in an orderly line, heads all bowed in position at the place making the line as if holding a flag ceremony. The sound of shoes stepping into the room echoed to make all the owners of the heart beat erratically.

"Ammmm!"

Just the sound of Deheman alone made the eyes tightly closed.

"Dion?!" the voice boomed again and made the owner of the name jerk.

"Yes?"

"Can you explain?"

Hearing Elvano's voice that followed his explanation, Dion sighed for a moment because he knew that he was responsible for what had happened even though he himself knew nothing.

"Okay, I don't understand either." Dion paused his speech and Elvano piqued sharply at him. "But I can deduce the two problems, El."

Elvano raised an eyebrow indicating that he asked Dion to continue.

"They're not wrong, but Alisha's forcing-"

"You mean, my wrong wife?!" cut Elvano out loud in Dion's unfinished sentence.

"No, that's not what I mean, but it's Alisha who seems to force them to agree to her will" said Dion and some of the workers caught Elvano's eye with her sharp glances.

"But you can't prevent it, huh!" Elavano is still with his ego because he does not like Alisha to join the dirty workers, especially considering her beautiful and clean face that was stained with red soil, making Elvano squeak upset.

"I don't want to know, you have to take responsibility"

"By..."

The spoiled subtle voice of a woman made all eyes turn at once. Yes, the owner of the voice is none other than Alisha Purnama, the mistress of the palace.

Elvano snorted softly to see Alisha coming towards him but it was different from how the workers felt that he breathed a sigh of relief from putting hope on his mistress, in order to attract them from the problems that are indeed made by him.

"Why did you come, hmm?" elavno asked so gently coupled with the warm attitude that seemed to be exhibited by him for everyone.

"I want a young mango, is it okay?" alisha said so effectively.

"Heumm.., but I really want it."

"Sorry El" cried Dion interrupted the husband-wife conversation. Elavano and Alisha turned at the same time, "I knew it was called cravings, eeemmm, the baby that will be born will be stretched," explained Dion made Elavano mingle in disgust.

"really? then find it-"

"No! I want you to look for that and..., I'm coming!”

Elavano was a little jolted to hear it but recalling Dion's words saying the baby was about to roll around made her a little annoyed and in the end immediately agreed.

“Alright, let's find it in the supermarket, young-easy there,” said Elvano who immediately pulled Alisha gently.

The couple also stepped out of the room and the workers, including Dion, were there staring at their steps. In between her second steps, Alisha turned her head slightly towards them which of course was unbeknownst to Elvano, then gave a one-eye blink with her ignorant smile.

Dion gaped in disbelief, he understood now what the purpose of Alisha actually came there. An Alisha is able to trick the mafia leader with just a small voice.

“By also the trick,” muttered Dion with a chuckle, “The lion has a handle,” he continued who then turned to face the workers who are still hoping for anxiety.

“You can disperse!” exclaiming Dion.

“Bubar?”

“Ya, disperse. And continue your work, you can feel a little calm now, but I hope this incident will not happen again.” Dion left behind those who cheered.

“Haaahhh! Finally..., I can breathe again,” said salasatu from them.

“Iya, and that means the twinkling of the eyes of the Madam earlier as a code for us huh?”

“Seems like yes.”

“ Didn't expect Mrs Alisha to be able to control Mr. George.”

That was their talk after the lords and the mistress left.

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