
Happiness still envelops the family of the mafia, they seven pass every second together with happiness and joy. Play every game Mr. Carlo gives you.
No time has been shown at 18:30, less than 3 hours they will watch the fireworks show. But before that, they performed a burning ritual.
"Our dinner, barbeque party huh?" laras. All preparations have been completed, Laras just burn beef, as well as sweet corn that has been available there.
"Hore!!!" squealing the five children of the mafia, they are very enthusiastic about the barbeque party. Two months ago, the twins were on vacation at Hans' grandfather's house, they were also barbeque parties there. The warmth of the family is very strong. Alex who is usually busy, he really took the time, all the schedule on that day, he emptied it so that he could go home. As a result, the togetherness between the mafia family and the police chief was so harmonious, especially at that time, things were still under control and safe. Unlike now, after refusing cooperation with the old man, the mafia became wary. The intruders have started to move.
'I will immediately eradicate them, ' Alex's inner self as he fanned the corn he was burning on the hot charcoal.
When his focus was elsewhere, he was surprised to hear the voice of the wife who sounded like a person in pain, the position of himself standing next to Laras, making Alex easy to reach the wife. Quickly, Alex pulled Laras in his arms. Apparently accidentally, the wife was exposed to the heat of the fire, her index finger was injured.
"What's up, baby? where's that sick?" ask the mobster who focuses on the beautiful fingers of his wife.
"Here, my finger is hurt" Laras replied as he pointed out his injured finger.
Alex blew a cut on his wife's finger, he also kissed the back of Laras's hand.
"Hem, isn't that a mess?" reprimand Laras, he knows the trick of the mafia who will not miss a second without taking a chance in narrowness.
Alex does not care about his wife until Lexis's voice surprises them both.
"Hello? daddy? mammy? i'm hungry!" lexis said by holding onto that tiny, rumbling stomach.
"Oh okay, it'll be ready soon, wait?" said Laras immediately pulled his hand from the mafia, he returned to the area of burning beef, as well as other complementary materials.
Shame filled the recesses of his heart, this time he was caught again by the prince.
'He only blew a finger, but it was in the heart. It is different if you pay attention to your own husband, let alone handsome and kind. All felt dag-dig-dug every day, ' Inner Laras.
Alex again helps his wife to make sweet roasted corn. Patently, the mafia smeared special seasoning all over the surface of the corn, then placed it on the burn, occasionally he fanned and flipped the corn so as not to burn. When finished, place it on a plate that is already available. Furthermore, he again burned beef, sausage, and other ingredients as a complement to the dish to make it taste good.
As a mobster, it turns out that Alex has other skills, being a sweet corn grill.
"Lex, you're good at making grilled corn" the wife said.
"If I become a grilled corn seller, every day will sell, just look at my good looks they are already interested." The mafia peppered the words of the wife with the thing that made Laras shake his head.
"Haha, you could." Laras even laughed at the absurd mafia curse.
A few minutes later, dinner was ready. All the family members are waiting for dinner.
After everything was ready, Laras called his children to gather soon to enjoy the barbeque party tonight.
The six of them washed their hands and prayed first, before eating the grilled dish.
"Nake mom! daddy's good at making grilled corn!" lexis said excitedly.
"Yes, the meat is also delicious and savory," said Aarav did not want to lose comment on the dishes made by the father.
"I love the grilled corn, daddy fits into a grilled cornsmith!" chirping Arsen, all the mafia family members laughed at Arsen's words.
"Mafia grilled corn baby?" whispered Laras while nudging the arm of the mafia.
"No, the mob is a passion burner!" Alex's talk has gone everywhere, hard-coded for Laras not to mess with him.
Laras does not want to continue talks with the mafia, because the theme is so horror he thinks.
"Curtain! my wife always makes me nervous!" alex said he saw the response of the wife who preferred to wipe the dirty face of Adya due to barbeque sauce.
Not really, time goes by so fast. Eight o'clock in less than ten minutes. After feeling full, everyone washes their hands with clean water.
After waiting for a few hours, the fireworks will start in a matter of seconds.
"We're counting down?" peek at the mafia who started the cue.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1
Suddenly the sound of fireworks was heard. The quiet atmosphere became very lively. Moreover, sparks that present colorful hopeful.
"Daddy! take look! the fireworks are so beautiful there!" peekik Adelio, he was so enjoying the atmosphere of a beautiful night full of flashes of light from fireworks that erupted. He pulled the mafia's shirt while pointing towards the fireworks.
"Dear, everything is beautiful, let alone see this party with the family, very happy," explained the mafia full of joy.
He and his little family stared at the fireworks that were unceasingly shining in the New York sky. Each one fireworks explosion, representing his hope that in the future, the lives of his five twins are not as cruel as he was.
The mafia will let the kids be anything but a mafia boss, but in essence all the offspring must have formidable martial skills, because in the next life, more dangers will be faced. Moreover, they are prospective adult men who carry out important missions.
For a moment, Alex forgets the intruder whose identity is unclear. He focused more on his little family.
"If only father and mother could come. They will also enjoy this beautiful scenery" said Laras who is now in the arms of the mafia.
"Just make your own fireworks, don't ever grieve my wife, someday, there'll be time to meet." The husband further tightened his embrace while guarding his five genius twins who were so admiring the beauty of the explosion of fire in the sky.