Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

041. Girls = Destiny

Love is not logic, compassion is warmth. That's what many people say. However, does that mean that someone whose hands are covered in blood can still feel all that?

To live in full love is foolish earnestness. But not bad.

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Light rain fell from the sky, which soon rained heavily. The roof that seemed like it was about to collapse in a moment sounded a loud voice as raindrops hit it fast.

While there is a little boy who happens to be in a small alley, he is hidden behind between two houses with roofs that look about to be destroyed.

The Slums, hidden behind the neighboring town of D.

“Em ..I'm hungry.” The little boy muttered softly as his stomach rattled.

In a half-dead or alive state, sitting by bending his legs, he attempted to endure the hunger by pressing down on his stomach like that.

“Im sorry, sister. I'll go home with food ..maybe,”.

At the same time, City D. Previously the weather there was sunny, a cold windy night did make the hair goosebumps and soon finally rain also fell in this city.

“Mbak Sima, let's go home soon? It is raining here and it is also night,” said Dendi as she reached out to Sima.

Sima is in the same position. By bending his legs, he tried to hide his face. But because the rain had come, he received the helping hand.

Bruk!

When Sima finally stood up from there, yet suddenly someone hit him from the side. Surprised, Sima spontaneously turned towards him.

“Little boy?”

It was the little boy who had previously been hiding between two houses.

“Eh, isn't she a child—”

Forgetting his embarrassment, he was so surprised, Sima then pulled the child's hand.

“You!”

“Ah! The brother I stole? Ah, I'm sorry! Let go of me!”

The boy immediately panicked because he hit the person he had once stolen his belongings. He rebelled, trying to escape.

A moment finally missed, the boy ran.

“Wait a minute!”

However, Sima again pulled the boy's hand. I mean hold it for a second.

“Mbak Sima's! Didn't Mama let go? Please, just let go of this kid.”

“Tapi—!”

In the end they continued this conversation after shading somewhere safe so as not to rain. With the boy of course.

“Hey, son! Turns out it was you who stole my stuff huh!” amuk Sima's.

“Already, Mbak. Just let it go!” sahut Dendi who does not want if Sima re-emphasizes it.

“Hah, alright.” Sulking, he turned away while folding both arms to the front of the chest.

“I'm sorry. I did it for the sake of my sister who was at home.”

After hearing that brief reason, Sima's heart was touched instantly. The outer nature of Sima is rough like his father but in it all, he has a heart that is as warm as the beloved mother who now only lives by name.

“Your sister?”

What kind of explanation is that? Besides being touched, he was upset because of his words that considered death was easy.

“I'm sorry this brother, huh dik? He is very emotional, but actually a good person really,” said Dendi.

If considered well, this child's clothes are also musty, his thin body also smells, and this coarse hair. All the things that can be seen with both eyes are clearly plastered that this child is all deficient.

Although there is a house, but what about his life? Until he had to steal to eat with his sister.

“Where are your parents?” ask Sima.

“Many people say they are long dead,” he replied without emotion.

“Hah, don't say die that easily,” pinta Sima while pinching his head slowly.

“Mbak Sima!” Though the one who was picked was the child, but the one who was angry was precisely Dendi.

“Ya, yes. I did it because the previous action was outrageous, Dendi. And I catch it not too strong,” Sima said in self-defense.

“Mbak Sima has a reason. Please understand how he is. He was a child, so just thought this and that was for the sake of simple things,” said Dendi feeling restless while stroking the child's head.

This was the first time they had fought over a little boy who hadn't even cried until now.

It should be, though,

“Em ..”

Stifling an increasingly sore stomach, the child squeezes his stomach while biting his lower lip firmly. The paled face and shivering body were seen to be expressing something.

'Will he ask me to sell it?' sima thought inwardly.

“Dik, what happened ..tu?” Dendi's sentence was paused for a while, because he was surprised because it turned out that the little boy was holding back his crying.

“Dik?” Once again Dendi tried to call him.

“HUWEEEEE!!!” Get out! This super loud little boy scream. Instantly making Dendi and Sima surprised instead of playing.

“Hei! Don't cry!” peekik Sima who was uneasy heard it.

“Mbak Sima's! Don't snap at him like that!” sahut Dendi is upset. He hugged the little boy tightly so he could calm him down for a moment.

“Huwee!! I-i'm sorry! I shouldn't steal people's stuff just because I want to eat! The end ...the end ..I'm hungry! My sister is also constantly complaining of stomach pain!” she said with sobs.

The little boy cried loudly by expressing various complaints and reasons for stealing. And Dendi tried to calm him down.

“I'm sorry, brother! Everyone wants us both dead! But I don't want to, because I'm afraid! Wei!!! Brother ...my brother is waiting for me, if I am a little late then they will all beat him up!” again with a great scream.

“Ya, yes. We understand. Relax, brother. We're here, no one's gonna beat you or your sister. We'll be there, right? I will also buy you a meal,” said Dendi feeling sorry.

“Mbak Sima's! Titip him, take care of him and not to yell at him again, huh Ma'am? Because the little boy is sensitive, then I asked Mbak Sima to better understand,” said Dendi who then went across the street to buy food.

Dendi left, and the cry of this child became more and more. Sima let out a big sigh until he finally decided to give up. He held the little boy softly and gently.

While rubbing his back, Sima said, “There is no point in crying if you don't try. Can you calm down a little?”

I don't know what Sima means to say that, but believe Sima has his own good intentions.

“Y-yes. Thank you.”

But miraculously, it made the little boy stop crying in an instant. Sima was surprised because of that.

“If you really do not have parents or other relatives, then I will menam—”

Sima suddenly stopped talking. At that time he was about to say he would take this child, but when he remembered who he was, he preferred to swallow the almost spoken sentence.