Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

017. Lost = Hidden

“Don't think of carrying all your burdens. These words were once spoken by your daughter,” Gura said.

Previously, Sima was confronted by several men. Although not too close, Sima knew their gazes were on her. Especially the street musician, who asked if he was okay.

Not long after, another man. Sima's subordinates or one of his brothers came from the roof of a small shop on the side of the road. Suddenly came and jumped down, he accidentally overstretched the musician's body until unconscious.

“Bos Sima! Just leave them to me!” he said high-pitched.

“Eh, it wait ..”

Not yet had he thought about what he was about to say, Sima was stunned by his brother who had finished them all off.

“But I want to talk to him for a while,” said Sima disappointed.

“Ah, sorry boss. Then let me regain consciousness of the other.”

Plaque! The man in plain clothes woke up after being slapped by her. Clambered and looked around. Surprised, as soon as he was sharply stared at by her.

“Say, where is Dendi? Did you guys bring it?” sima asked slightly threateningly, he clasped tightly onto the man's wrist until it trembled.

“Dendi? Who the hell is that? I don't know him. I was just told to target women barefoot.” The man looked at her confused. “Eh, wait! Why did you know we were after you?!” he said high-pitched.

“I never even said you were after me or anything. But never mind, you're useless,” cynical Sima.

“Anu, boss!” His brother called, before Sima left again. He then took off the pair of shoes he was wearing and gave them to Sima.

“If it's about the man, he's at home!”

Surprised by that statement. Sima rushed to his house and forgot the shoes that had just been proffered.

The Papauana residence.

Brak! Back with a ruckus, Sima slammed the door and stopped for a moment. Adjusting his breath to be much more relaxed, then he stepped inside while dipping to and fro. Finding Dendi's whereabouts.

After a few steps he walked into the courtyard of the house, Sima heard a rustling sound. He turned to the origin of the voice, to the side and found a man with pigtailed hair sweeping the courtyard.

“Dendi!” call Sima. When both of his legs were limp, he sat there staring in relief at him.

The negative thoughts also disappeared in an instant, like the sunlight that shot towards him instantly, all anxiety turned into calmness in his heart.

“Mbak Sima!”

Dendi was surprised, he immediately approached and helped her stand up. But Sima refused to move from there, because it was comfortable sitting on the grass. Because he felt sad, Dendi also sat down.

“Where are you going?” ask Sima.

“Ah, did Sister Sima go to the cafe where I work? Then sorry. I was actually at work and then I went to the cake shop for a while and then there was a guy who wanted to bring me here,” explained Dendi with a slightly complicated feeling.

“Sorry to surprise you. That brings–ah, I mean my brother. Although not blood, there are many people like him that I have considered as his own brother.” Sima explained in a hurry. He almost revealed something unnecessary.

“Oh, so. But it seems a bit suspicious because suddenly he offered me to stop by Sima's house for a while. Surprisingly, I also want to come along just like that,” said Dendi.

“Haha, sorry Ma'am. Because here is very calm atmosphere, so do not realize I don't know how long I've been here.” Dendi then looked around, feeling comfortable with Sima's house.

If he knew what to pay for this tranquility. Surely Dendi would not believe it, and although he started to believe it, he would probably fall into the same hole.

“If seen from the face of Mbak who was so lethargic, I am sure one thing that this Mbak worried me?” thought kepedean. But it was true, Sima was made to laugh by him.

It was clear why Sima was currently unable to move so happily that Dendi turned out to be fine.

“Yes, it was. But now it's not because you're here. Right in front of my eyes,” said Sima look relieved. He lowered his head deeply and smiled silently.

Dendi who heard the statement, that Dendi's suspicion that Sima had worried about his existence was also relieved.

“Then think about why we worry about each other huh, Ma'am?” ask Dendi suddenly. And it was the same question for Sima with her feelings.

Sima was surprised and looked at Dendi's confused face. At first he thought, this was just an ordinary worry, but if you think back it was a little strange.

Sima's thin grin was singging, staring with the corners of her two eyes slightly decreased.

Said with tempting intentions, “Can we possibly fall in love with each other?”

Dendi was silent and asked. Surprised and forcedly smiling with a red face. Seeing Dendi's reaction like that, it made Sima giggle.

“I'm just kidding. After all since when have you ever worried about me?” ask Sima.

“Em, well ..it's about the news that recently went viral. But there has not been a day, the news immediately vanished,” explained Dendi.

“Oh so. That must be the incident that happened to me at the Dadi Muncul cafe, right? I knew one day it would be a public conversation.” Sima momentarily looked the other way.

“Hm ..and you worry about me because of that. I'm happy,” Sima continued back to look at him.

“Sama-sama is worried about each other. Maybe we'll be friends?” sahut Dendi who plainly stretched out his hand.

I was impressed with what he saw. So attracted by this man's innocent smile, little by little he made it soft. Attitude or angelic nature. Friendly and very heart-wrenching.

“What is Mbak?” dendi asked as she grabbed Sima's hand that touched her lips.

“There, yes. Sexy man like you.” Intent on praising but the election he said was too vulgar. Sima then got up and reached out to him.

“Come standing. It's dirty there. Go inside before you go back to work, at least drink water to get back fresh,” Sima said in a tone that is not low and not high.

Receiving a helping hand, Dendi got up and said, “Thank you.”

“By the way Dendi. Do you have time tonight? If anything, I want you to date me later.”

Suddenly asked for a date. How courageous. But Sima does that solely so she can forget her ex-lover.

Although at the same time, Sima seemed oblivious to the convoluted feeling of being with Dendi today. Slightly sharp but fragile in it, a thought struck that made Sima worried.

What if Dendi finds out about his identity?