Young Mama
Chapter 84: ~Know You~

"You should act quickly Aiko. Don't delay any longer, our time is getting narrow."

"Yes, calm down. Tonight I will prepare. I'm patient, if I can't wait how can I calmly run errands."

Aiko kept quiet - quietly contacting each other with Ichiro. Now he was preparing a drink that he had given Keano sleeping pills. Tonight he has to get all of Keano's data. Whether it's Hayashi's corporate data or his dark organization data.

Aiko wandered off with a glass of Keano's favorite wine in hand. She smiled so sweetly at Keano. He walked over and placed a glass filled with drinks on Keano's desk. Her lentic fingers touched Keano's shoulders. He massages gently to relax the muscles that are strained due to fatigue.

"Rest first if you're tired." Aiko tries to tease Keano. He continued to massage Keano's shoulders which had already started to feel relaxed. He also pressed Keano's head slowly, the head muscles that asked to be touched as well. "Drink K." Aiko took the glass she had brought earlier.

"Thank you." Keano drank it without worrying about anything in it.

"Rest, tomorrow you can resume your work." Aiko led Keano who was already getting sleepy. He took Keano to the room.

A helplessly burly body lay on top of a king-size bed. The shirt slightly opened showing off his checkered stomach. There is a sense of wanting to taste in Aiko, but she soon realizes that that is not the purpose of her coming here.

Aiko returned to Keano's study. He immediately ransacked all the insignificant documents. He was looking for the latest data on cooperation with British royals. He had to get the data, otherwise Alison could go on a rampage that he ended up being overwhelmed until morning.

In the room Keano woke up from his sleep. Fortunately, he had prepared himself by taking neutralizing drugs. He immediately retrieved his tab that was already connected to his office's CCTV. He saw Aiko scrambling her documents there. Keano kept watching Aiko with a furious face.

Keano didn't act right away. He still kept a close eye on Aiko's actions. Even when Aiko accidentally dropped the V picture frame that was in the drawer, Keano was still able to master her.

It was seen on the screen that Aiko was smiling mockingly at a photo. Photos will always be stored there.

"Basic j*lang." Keano held back the anger that was in his heart. He was not willing to see the feet of the despicable woman step on the face of her lover. "You will accept the consequences." Keano's hands clenched tightly.

On the screen Aiko looked frustrated. He hasn't found anything to report to his superiors. But everything is messy. He can't recover it as before. He casually went to his room. Maybe he'll act tomorrow that it's all a bad deed.

***

Shilla studied with Khidmat. He was determined to forget his heart problem first. His priority now is his college and Kenzo. Before love came, he was able to survive, now with love in his heart, he should be more capable. Shilla is a strong man. Tough and hardworking girl.

Seeing the earnest Shilla his friends felt the Shilla they knew had returned. Yes, Shilla has returned. But his heart still did not want to return.

"Kok I'm horrified to see Shilla like this." Akira said in May.

"He's a robot." Mei responded.

"It's absolutely right."

The whispers of his friends rang out to Shilla's ears. But he was too lazy to respond. He wants to focus, if he can shorten all the affairs that are here so that he can more quickly return to his beloved homeland.

Morning to noon Shilla went to college without any color. Entering the class to take a break in the lecture again, he seemed to fortify himself with a high wall. His friends find it difficult to reach him.

"If you need a storymate, I'll always be there." Akira finally expressed his worries before they parted ways.

"I know. Thank you Akira." Shilla smiled sincerely. He did not think that his friends were still good to him even though Shilla had been quiet all day. He became guilty. But let it be, Shilla will apologize tomorrow, right now Shilla needs an impingement to channel her anger that she craves.

"I go home first everything." Shilla waved to her friends.

"Okay, be careful." Answer them in unison.

Shilla walked to the car that Mamoru had specially prepared for her. With a private driver who doubles up as his bodyguard. Name's Fujihara. Native Japanese Mamoru. The other identity is that he is the shadow of darkness. A cold-blooded killer. Other hands besides D. Mamoru couldn't give Shilla a bodyguard at random, he chose the best of the best. The code name is the hand of the devil. Because Fujihara is one of the most notorious killers.

Tall and handsome stature does not make the eyes tired of looking. Even all the girls glanced at Fujihara, but due to the cold and stiff face, not many dared to approach him.

"Go home, miss?"

"None right."

Dojo, a martial arts college. As Shilla walks with Kenzo, she sees a large Karate Dojo and many of his followers. Shilla's heart was so turbulent to want to join the training together again.

It took me about 45 minutes to get there. The quiet streets make for a smooth journey.

"We've arrived miss."

"Good."

Shilla's out at Fujihara's. Since this is a common area, Fujihara has to follow wherever Shilla goes. Except to the toilet of course, if the toilet also comes, he delivers his life willingly into the hands of Mamoru.

Shilla looked inside the Dojo. Many students are practicing there. Starting from the lowest level by wearing a white belt, to the highest who wears a black belt. They train with passion.

But of the many people, Shilla feels familiar with one face that wears a black belt. He's a tall, perfect man. Calm and soothing face, but turned fierce when wearing karateka clothes.

"Earls? How the hell did he get here?"

Shilla said softly. But because Shilla's arrival was known to one of the students, all eyes were on him.

"Thus." Shilla respects ala Karate. Let them know that Shilla also wants to study here. Although Shilla has never trained together in a Dojo with others, but his spirit still burns even though he has to train alone.

Seeing a familiar face coming, the Earl immediately approached Shilla. It was like getting a lottery prize. The smile that was so dazzling to so many disciples.

"You want to practice?" The Earl approached Shilla who was smiling awkwardly.

"real Sensei. But how are you here?" Shilla's curiosity was triggered.

The Earl smiled before answering Shilla's question. "This is my friend's Dojo, I often visit here when visiting Japan."

Shilla nodded in understanding. He went back to look at the training process. Blood rustling. It's been a long time since he's done training together. His eyes could not lie, and the Earl caught the glow.

"You want to practice?"

"Eh? But I haven't brought a shirt."

"There are clothes that have not been worn, I asked Hideki first."

"Eh. but..." Shilla had not yet stopped the Earl, the man had already darted off to meet his friend.

A little while later, the Earl came to bring a karate suit for him. Next to him was someone who might be Keano's age, maybe he was Hideki. Thought Shilla.

"introduce. She's Shilla, Mamoru Hayashi's daughter." Earl introduces Shilla to his friend. "Shilla, he's Hideki, the Dojo's friend and owner."

Shilla looked down respectfully.

Unlike Hideki who looks like a surprised person. "You're Mamoru Hayashi's daughter? The richest man in this country?" Hideki doesn't believe me.

"Lift princess." Shilla nodded briefly.

"You pick up or you take birth, you're Hayashi's daughter." Hideki seemed to lose his cool self. "Eh, I'm not polite to talk to you like this."

Maybe caste is the determinant of everything. In fact, just using a name is directly respected by people. Maybe next time Shilla does not need to reveal his identity so that the media crew does not make a fuss.

Seriate...