Between the Doctor and the Mafia

Chapter 31. S2

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Myron and Zevanya had just reached the eastern region, with Homer still faithfully accompanying the two different types. His gaze was with wide strides and also impatient. This was his first time going to this region. From a small he was very curious how the atmosphere in the region. Moreover, her Mommy often tells that this place is very beautiful.

Myron shook her head as Zevanya walked away leaving her. The girl looks stuck, I don't know what she's gonna do with Arthur. His behavior really made Myron gemes and wanted to bite the girl.

“Hi Single uncle ku”. Sapa Zevanya's.

Arthur who was wiping his weapons prancing was shocked to hear the familiar sound of a bell in his ears.

“Astec”. Arthur stroked his chest “What are you going to do here?”. Arthur asked when he saw his Zeva walking towards him, behind him was Arthur and Homer.

“Certainly meet you Single uncle ku”. Arthur immediately sniffed in annoyance. It's always been touched by singles by Fillipo's annoying daughter.

“Ck, if you come here just want to make your Uncle this blood rise, you should just go home”. Omel Arthur's.

Instead of being offended Zevanya even snuggled and even shifted Arthur's body and saw the weapon that had just been cleaned by Arthur.

“What is this gun that Mommy made, Uncle?”. Zevanya stroked that thing.

“Ze, don't hold it danger”. Beware Myron took one step forward.

This time Arthur was astonished. Moreover, seeing Myron who was very attentive to Zevanya. He also knew that his best friend's son had OCD and Gynophobia.

“I'm just curious Kak”. Excited Zevanya, he holds the weapon My “Mommy is very great, he can make a magic weapon like this. I also want to learn”. His blue chirps raised that thing. He did not know how the weapon was made.

Arthur twisting his lazy eyeball “Do not be curious. You won't be able to make that thing”. Cibir Arthur's beard.

“Cih, Uncle. I'm not in need of your opinion”. Reply Zevanya do not want to lose “Usia this weapon is the same age as me, but it still looks sophisticated like me”. Celoteh Zevanna. He just keeps making noise himself.

Myron and Arthur just looked on with a small laugh. His zeva is like a crazy person who likes to talk to himself when no one responds.

Zevanya researched all weapons made by Fitri. Despite being decades old, the weapons still looked shiny. Being well cared for by Arthur, she darkened him every day. Before Pedrosa died, he told Arthur to keep the weapons to the next generation.

“I can definitely make this weapon. But how? Who's gonna help me? Brother Ron would not. Single uncle also definitely does not want?”. His mind seemed to think.

“Ze, why?”. Myron asked in surprise to see the silent and confused girl staring at the four weapons in front of him.

“No Kak”. Her Zevanya smile would not if Myron was suspicious of her.

“What's your purpose for coming here, niece sucks?”. Arthur asked curtly while folding both his hands in the chest.

“Do you not want to serve food to your special guest this Uncle?”. Instead of answering Zevaanya quipped Arthur.

“Ck, come”. Arthur walked out of his weapon room.

Myron and Zevanya followed Myron's steps towards the living room. The luxury headquarters of the Mansion, equipped with various rooms such as luxury homes in general.

“Please Mr, Nona”. A waiter put some drinks and snacks on the table.

The zevanya ate the snack voraciously, like a starving person and did not eat for years. The cake that Zevanya ate was delicious.

“Have you not eaten for three years?”. Arthur insinuates him into swallowing his saliva as his Zevanya eats voraciously. Moreover, Zevanya's mouth full of cake actually looks so adorable in Arthur's eyes.

“Stop talking Uncle, I'm focusing on eating. Do you want if my stomach worms come out and demo you, because you're bothering them”. Chirp the Zevanya with a mouth full of food.

Arthur clucking pissed “Cih, you're this. You think your stomach worms can come out like farts?”. Omel Arthur who is inexhaustible with the words of Zevanya.

“Could of course be Uncle. Even they can destroy your stomach contents”. Arthur shuddered in horror. It's true that if the worm is sucked Zevanya, it can come out and destroy the contents of his stomach. Although only the words of a spoiled girl like Zevanya but able to make Arthur shudder in horror.

“You're like a surgeon just”. Arthur is still not satisfied arguing with the girl who is busy eating snacks on his side.

“You don't know Uncle yet. If a thousand percent of my Mommy abilities are attached to me”. Sergey Zevanya.

“Persen it is only a hundred, not a thousand”. Error Arthur.

“Alah, if one hundred is still small Uncle. Let me add the Nine thousand to a thousand”. Zevanya's head won't lose either, she won't run out of words if she argues with Arthur.

“Cih, you are not a professor who can do the discovery”. Arthur Cibir.

“You are also not a judge who can judge me”. Sahut Zevanna. As a result they both argue and continue to argue with each other who do not want to lose. Arthur, who is almost six heads, looks like a child if he meets Zevanya.

Myron sighed softly. The man shook his head in disbelief, his hands even outstretched at the base of his nose. Hearing the unimportant debate the two men made her unable to speak anything. Only the problem of worms being shrunken can get to the percentage change.

“Ze, slowly-pelan”. Beware Myron he handed a glass of drinking water to the girl who ate this irregularly.

“Hehe, thank you Kak”. Zevanya take a glass from the hand Myron “So I don't want to try?”. Ask Zevanya because from earlier she did not see Arthur eating the cake would just sip a drink in his glass.

Myron shook her head with a sweet smile. Myron's actions were recorded in Arthur's eyes. The old man stared in disbelief even a few times he propped up.

“Condition, your facial expression Uncle. You want a cataract?”. Zevanya Syndir.

Again Arthur sniffed annoyed “Ck, you love to talk about the things that make your Uncle this dead jangangan”. Annoyed Arthur.

“Don't die first Uncle, you have to help me”. Caterin Zevanya.

“Cihhh, looks like you really wish your Uncle this dead”. Omel Arthur's.

Zevanya chuckled, hearing Arthur nagging made her laugh amusedly. His single uncle was a debate friend who was able to make the mood of Zevanya improved, after Grabielle of course.

Myron laughed too. Especially when Arthur blew his hair held back emotions. If every day with Zevanya confirmed he will be high blood, and his heart will beat faster than usual.

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