BETWEEN THE CEO AND THE MAFIA

Mario Hasn't Surrender

Ms. Retno was sitting in a chair near the patient's bed. He had been there for almost an hour. In front of him, Mario was sleeping. Infusion hose is still installed. Feet and hands wrapped in white bandages. The bruises on the face are still visible even though it has not been as severe as a few days before.

"Hm... Is mom coming?" he said when he woke up from sleep.

"How are you doing, son?"

"Yes, as you can see. Still hurts all my body." Mario glanced around the room, there was no one there. "Mom, where's Prita?"

Ms. Retno sighed hearing her son's question. Since yesterday, he asked him to take Prita there.

"Mom.... "

"Prita doesn't exist." replied Ms. Retno.

"ah! I'll ask you to take her."

"Where does he want to. " complained Miss Retno.

"If mom asked for it, she would."

"Have, already..forget Prita! There are still many other women more beautiful than him."

"But I just want to be with Prita. Either way, I have to make Prita want to be with me!"

Ms. Retno cupped both hands to her face. Since long ago, Mario was a typical spoiled child. What he asks must be obeyed, otherwise he will go berserk. But, even though his age had grown, his behavior was still childish.

"Mom doesn't want to be in touch with her anymore. She also fired him from school. You better focus on your health."

"No! I want Prita. If Mom gets in the way, I'll hate Mom too!"

"If you like Prita so much, why would you rape her, son! I'm actually ashamed of your behavior! Prita must hate you too." growled Miss Retno.

"I did it because Prita rejected me, Mom. She already has a boyfriend. So I intend to make her sleep with me and get pregnant with my son. It's the only way he's gonna break up with his girlfriend."

"Already, stop! Mom doesn't want to hear it. Anyway, I don't want to take care of you anymore."

"Whatever! Even if you don't want to help me, I'll keep trying to get Prita!"

"The stubborn boy!" Retno got up from her seat and walked quickly away from Mario's treatment room.

Mario grabbed his phone lying on the table. He looks for contacts of people he wants to contact.

"Hello.... "

".... "

"I have a job for you."

".... "

"Find Prita and take her to my apartment."

".... "

"But remember, you can't hurt him one bit! Your job is to keep him in my apartment until I get out of the hospital."

".... "

"Yes, my condition is getting better. I'm just pretending I'm still bad so my mom doesn't have the heart for me."

".... "

"OKAY. If it works, call me immediately."

Clik.

Mario turns off the phone and puts it back on the table.

*****

Prita was looking at the condition of the cafe after it was rearranged by Icha, the interior designer. The result is very satisfying. Fits Prita's dream. The new shabby shop she rented, within two weeks had become an aesthetic Korean-style shophouse.

After going through a long thought, Prita named her cafe 'Saranghae Cafe'. According to him, the name fits perfectly with the concept of his cafe. Yes, it's better than being named 'Host Cafe' as Ayash proposed.

Cafe Prita is dominated by the color of babu pink with a blend of white and black color in harmony. There are several spots that visitors can use to take pictures for free. They can also rent traditional Korean clothing (hanbok) there.

The upper floor is more relaxed design with many additions of beanbags that are perfect for students who want to relax while doing assignments. Glass windows are deliberately made very wide to maximize natural lighting during the day.

Although the physical building of the cafe is finished, but the cafe can not be run. It may take another two weeks, waiting for the employees to finish their training.

Prita glanced at her watch. It's eight o'clock at night. He decided to go home. Ayash was overtime at the office, so could not accompany him to check the cafe.

Prita drives his red Scoopy bike. That night, the street atmosphere was quite quiet. Suddenly he felt a bit creepy, afraid that someone was piggybacking behind him.

Tc..... !

Prita braked his motorbike suddenly because there was a car that suddenly stopped in front of him. Several men dressed in black got out of the car and swarmed. One of them turned off the engine.

"Who and what do you want?" ask Prita who is starting to get scared. It turned out that those people were more sinister than the ghosts he had always imagined.

"Follow us first, we'll tell you later." the man held Prita's gang and pulled him off the bike.

Prita gave a fight, did not want to be invited into the black car. "Let go! I don't want to come with you!" he shouted while trying to release the hand that was holding his hand.

"Don't be afraid, we won't do anything. Come along first."

Ckiit... !

A black Honda CBR rider stopped his bike just behind Prita. All gazes were fixed on the figure of the person who had already entered in their affairs. The man got off his bike and took off his helmet.

Prita rounded her eyes, "Wood!?" yells.

"Hi, Prita. What a show there is so many." Bayu walked closer to Prita about to grab his hand, but the man who had earlier grasped Prita's wrist brushed him off.

"You better go. Don't interfere in our affairs!"

"Hahaha... Who would want to interfere in your affairs? I just wanted to talk to Prita because I haven't seen each other in a long time. Who're you?"

"Many ba*ot!" exclaimed one of them who immediately threw a fist towards Bayu.

Bayu swiftly dodged the blow that led to him. Eventually, a fight broke out. The eight people dressed in all black ganged up on Bayu. However, Bayu's movements were extremely agile, like that of a martial expert. Not that he was battered, he beat all those people.

Prita was still cornered next to the car because he had been avoiding a fight. His heart raced to see the live action scene right in front of his eyes. Indeed, bad people are more terrifying than ghosts.

"Prita! Come here!" exclamation Bayu.

Prita ran towards Bayu who was already sitting on his bike. "I want to use my own motor."

"Stupid! Hurry up! You want to catch them again?"

Because of fear, Prita immediately rode on the bike Bayu. Bayu drove his bike very fast leaving the thugs. Unknowingly Prita hugged her body tightly. Makes her smile happy.

After feeling quite safe, Bayu stopped his motorbike in the hilly area of the city.

"Cock stop here?" prita protests.

"I'm taking a break. Tired!" Bayu sat on the grass by the roadside.

Prita looked around. His eyes were fixed on seeing the beauty of the city below him. Flickering lights look like stars. Prita sat next to Bayu.

"It turns out the night view from here is very beautiful." he murmured.

"Just seen it for the first time?"

"Yes. I have been busy all this time. Hardly any walking time."

"Don't you stop working in restaurants and schools?"

Prita frowned, "Kok you know?"

Bayu suddenly pulled her body and hugged her tightly. "I miss you" he said.

As powerful as Prita pushed Bayu's body until his embrace was released. Bayu only chuckles at Prita's actions.

"Let's go home soon!" prita's orders

"Where to go? To my house?" seductive Bayu.

"Go home to my house!"

"Your house? Hasn't it been a long time since you've occupied it? Said your neighbor, you never came home."

"Ah, yes... What do you really want? Why know all about me." Prita patted his forehead.

Bayu smiled smirk, "I'm your future candidate."

"Hah.we fit it into om and niece. You just look for the same age. I'm not interested in a man much older than me."

"Well, how dare you say I'm old! I just stayed to know how you got arrested again with them!" Bayu immediately got up from his seat and immediately climbed on his motorbike.

"Eh, no! Sorry, sorry. " whine Prita while holding Bayu's arm.

"It's insulting right now to beg."

"I'm sorry... "

Bayu again smiled slylyly, "If you are truly sorry, kiss the person you consider this om-om!"

Prita's eyes widened to hear Bayu's words, "No, no. I'd better be left alone!" Prita immediately turned her body. He would rather be scared than betray Ayash again.

"Bother!" guman Bayu's. He got back off his bike. As quickly as lightning he turned Prita's body towards her and immediately******* those tiny lips gently. It had been a month that he could finally kiss those sweet lips.

"Let's get on, I'll drive you home!" bayu orders after releasing her kiss.

Prita did it like a living corpse.