Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

042. Suffering

Dendi came back while bringing food in the form of warm bread. On coming back, Dendi felt that something had changed slightly between Sima and the child.

“Will my sister take care of me? Is sister going to be my mom?” ask the boy with a happy face.

“Not, I won't be the one to start like that,” Sima said as she turned away by crossing both arms to the front of the chest.

“Loh, Dendi? Already yes?” He just realized there was a Dendi nearby.

Then Dendi smiled as she felt the atmosphere here was a little warmer than before. He immediately gave the food to her, and she ate it so greedily. But when he finished eating one loaf of bread, he remembered his sister.

“My sister's waiting! I have to give this bread to—”

“Yes, we'll give it but after this rain subsides. Be patient a little.”

The boy was finally silent, he no longer cried or complained, only his face was gloomy because he worried about the sister who until now had not eaten full.

“Sister, I want someone to take care of me.”

“Caring for you? Don't you like it, and steal every day? You said, everyone wishes you and your sister dead, right?” cerocos Sima who never filtered his words.

“Mbak Sima!!” shout Dendi.

“I-it is true.” This innocent daughter said with a little stammering, it looks like she is holding back her crying.

“But I want to live. Mom and Dad said, we have to survive to adulthood, go to school and graduate and work for the family,” he explained.

The explanation seems to have just been assembled by adults, but this child has been thinking ahead just because of the words of his late parents. Very clinging to the establishment, counted few people who have such positive traits.

“So? Then what's your name?” asked Sima who did not show her happy face, it was cynical when she looked at the child.

“Name ...name ...my name, my sister? I don't remember.” He answered with doubt. Did something seem to have happened that made them forget the name?

“Forget it. Just eat the bread until it is full, if it ends later I buy it. And then I'll send you both to the parlor.”

“Eh? Not want!!” his screams made their ears deaf.

“I don't want to go to the orphanage! Don't want!” screamed once more.

“Hah? Wh why? Isn't that much safer than being nurtured by someone like me? I could be the bad guy, you know!” suhut Sima was getting upset.

“No, yes no! I prefer the person who helps me!”

“Stop, you two. Don't quarrel. And Sister Sima, shouldn't you just obey her words? I also feel sorry.”

“In a better home, they will be taken care of better than the two of us who are busy,” Sima explained.

“I think it's because there's a reason that can't be said. Like trauma or an unusual sense of living with a lot of people,” said Dendi.

“Hm, yes everyone definitely has a pretty good reason to escape from the parlour. But I can't at all grant her request.”

“Why? Big brother is a good man! I'm sure big brother—”

“Dik, my father is not just anyone. Your arrival will actually make you go and enter the coffin,” he said frontal.

“Mbak Sima's! Again Mbak Sima said terrible things, later this child becomes afraid,”, said Dendi protested.

“Then I will be a strong man!” the boy said, raising both hands, acting as if he was going to show his muscles.

“If you two insist on making me take care of a little boy, then why not just Dendi?”

Before hearing Dendi's reply, Sima walked up to her and whispered, “I'm sure Dendi would be better suited to taking care of children than I am.”

“Ta-but ..ini girls. Me ... I am so—”

“Don't be nervous, I'll help with her shower just in case she doesn't get clean later. The rest I leave to you!” Sima gave a thumbs up, believing in Dendi.

It seems like child management will be left to people who are more skilled and trusting. This child may look mature but is still very small, about 5 years old. Which means his younger brother who is 4 years old.

***

Return to Papuana's home. Sima came after delivering two children to their new home, Dendi's house. While Sima has to take care of something important here.

“Gura, that hacker have you caught?”

“Yes. It's inside.”

Once inside, he was surprised to get a speech in the form of a corpse lying covered in blood.

“You killed him?” ask Sima to his men.

“No, Boss! We swear!”

Feeling something strange, Sima then approached the man who was lying down. Once seen more clearly, there was no fishy smell in these red patches.

“You're so smart to make a show huh?” sima said, thinking that this man was pretending to be a corpse.

“You were in vain, boy!” pekik Sima while kicking the stomach.

“Argh!!” A groan of pain escaped from his mouth, finally ending the pathetic charade in an instant.

Caught up from pretending, the man suddenly dragged his body backwards and kept his distance from Sima. But he forgot that his surroundings still had subordinates.

“Ah, yes! I failed to escape!”

“Askout?”

Seeing tricks or tricks by being a corpse, or pretending to be dead, is beyond Sima's expectations. Even he was fooled just because he saw there was a puddle of red color on the body to the floor, so that the man looked really dead.

By looking at it already knows, that maybe all this time the man was always caught but easily escaped with cheap tricks.

“Bokah, are you good at theatrics huh? I didn't think you could do that other than hacking,” Sima said in praise.

“Eh, no. Doesn't matter. Yeah, hahaha! I am talented!” he said with pleasure. He was thirsty for compliments too.

“Then I won't mince words anymore. Before you turned off the hotel's electricity, what exactly were you planning?” ask Sima.

This man turned away from Sima. He seemed reluctant to answer.

“Jawab or you want to die for real!”

“Y-yah! I did it to steal precious objects from many people who happened to gather in an event,” he replied straightforwardly.

“Hm, so. Then, I will ask you to work under me how? I think your role is very suitable,” Sima said.

“You intend to make me work under you? That, the payment is expensive, aunty.”

“Who do you call aunt? I was young and unmarried. And this is about the First Faction, do you know about it?”

Gura became rattled as Sima instantly revealed his true intentions.

“Sounds like I've heard of, but where is it?” The man is still trying to think.

“Their group, and then investigate about my family, Papuana. Including the intricacies of this family, how?”

Suddenly the man is asked to investigate about his own client. A senseless request.

“Why should I investigate your family that your aunt should know better?” ask the young man.